fuzzy, but my body was frenzied. His sentiment completely melted my hesitation. I couldn’t explain it, but I wasn’t afraid. I was greedy for his touch.
He closed the gap between us. His strong arms enveloped my body, pinning me against the window. His lips lowered to mine, devouring me like a predator claiming his prey. His tongue took ownership of my mouth ... sucking, licking and exploring every inch.
Palming my ass, he pulled me against his rigid cock that strained against his zipper. It was huge.
“Wrap me up,” he whispered.
I moaned at the loss of his mouth. He lifted me with ease, as if I was a feather, and I wrapped my legs around his tight waist. Suspended, his strong hands mercilessly stroked the back of my sensitive thighs. He ran his tongue up my jawline to my ear. Every part of my being quivered and I was lost in him.
“Chase, please.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. My comfort with his dominance surprised me. My arms draped across his chiseled shoulders, and I buried my hands in his unruly hair, pulling and coaxing him on.
He lunged one thigh forward rubbing perfectly against the spot I needed him most. My loose skirt was nonexistent, wrinkled at my waist and exposing my thin black thong. Drenched. I had never been so sexually achy and needy in my whole life. My ravenous lips smashed back into his. My tongue reveled in his warmth. I never wanted this feeling to end. The heat of his fingertips trailed the skin of my lower back, jolting me forward. He lifted the edge of my tank, sending the silk fabric floating to the floor.
“Fuck, Lili.” His hungry eyes focused on my black lace bra. “So sweet and perfect.”
He traced the lines of my swollen breasts before gripping and squeezing one into his mouth. My nipple instantly tightened into a hard bud as he swirled his tongue over the thin fabric.
My back arched in response. “Mmmm.”
“You like that?” He turned to worship the other breast.
“Mm-hmm.”
I ran my hands down the front of his hard chest, longing to feel closer. His dark blue dress shirt separated us. It had to go.
My fingers couldn’t coordinate fast enough. I made it two buttons down, when his mouth released my aching breast. With one hand, he tugged his shirt open and the buttons ricocheted against the windows. I pushed the ruined cloth over his muscular shoulders, unveiling all things chiseled. This man had the body of a god.
I’d dreamt of his bronzed, built chest since he ripped his blood-soaked scrub top off, the day we first kissed. I had imagined running my hands over his tight abs and caressing his tight pecs. I waited no longer.
Selfishly, my palms ran over every defined muscle, spending extra time tracing his mysterious tattoo along the edge of his ribs. Better than I imagined.
I abandoned my assault of his carved torso and gently palmed his face, running the pads of my thumbs across his cheekbones. Lust-filled, his eyes secured mine.
This was dangerous; I didn’t even know this man. Yet in such a short time, I craved him like a drug. I couldn’t get enough. I desperately descended on his mouth, drinking in every air molecule that separated us.
His hand dipped down to the edge of my thong. In one swift motion, he pushed the drenched lace aside and plunged two fingers inside. I broke our kiss, unable to stop my cry. My head fell back with the sudden intrusion, and I was rocked deep to my core. This felt so good.
“Blue, you’re so wet for me. So tight. I want to be inside you so bad.” His fingers swirled inside my tight passage; his palm added the perfect pressure against my aching sex. He pushed and pulled. The rhythm drove me insane.
“Look at me. I want to see you.” He slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting. Speech was impossible. I whimpered at the loss. I never wanted anything so bad. “I
“Chase. Please.” My desperate eyes implored him.
“I know.” He unfastened my bra, and my heavy breasts fell into his needy hands. He rolled my hard buds between his fingers, sending a shocking current to my core, squeezing my womb. A delicious torture.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
The magnitude of those words clogged my throat. How could I ever admit that no man had ever brought me to that place, let alone twice?
“Answer me, Blue.” His guttural growl was impatient; his eyes commanded an answer.
“I never...” My voice was barely audible. I was at a total loss for words. “Please, just touch me.”
A flicker of something crossed his eyes, and I hoped he wasn’t going to press me further. I was already in a delirious state, beyond aroused and needy.
He brought his wet fingers to his lips and sucked. “Baby, you taste so delicious. I can’t wait to feast on your sweetness ... you want these back?” He wiggled his fingers in front of my eyes.
“Mm-hmm.” I nodded, and my eyes fell shut, waiting for his touch. I was going to lose my mind in endless anticipation. He pushed a tendril of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. The motion brought back highlights from sushi dinner. My sex clenched impatiently
“Baby, open your eyes, I want to see you. I need to see your face when you come for me the first time.” His words were too erotic; they almost pushed me over the edge.
He reached down and stroked me while he found and sucked my breast. I couldn’t focus on anything but every stroke and every touch. Eagerly waiting for the moment he sunk back inside. I whimpered and pleaded with my eyes, gripping and pulling the shit out of his hair. His rhythm never wavered.
“I know this is what you want.” And in one smooth motion, he thrust two fingers deep inside, stretching my sensitive walls. The pressure was so intense that I came instantly. Shattered. My hips thrust uncontrollably against his delicious fingers. I shuddered a moan as the wave of ecstasy pulsed through me.
“Let me hear you, baby. I want to hear what I do to you.”
“Oh yes.” My body convulsed around his fingers, and he continued at a feverish pace. My eyes never fluctuated from his passionate stare.
No one had ever made me come before. Ever. I had no choice but to hang on and ride it out. Chase let me ride my wave until my body calmed, and my labored breathing slowed. He removed his
“Blue, that was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Your eyes, baby, they went from crystal clear blue to midnight. I almost came just watching you. Fuck, I need to be inside you. I can’t wait a second longer.”
Still coming down from my wave, I watched him frantically rip the fly of his tailored black suit pants open, tugging them down enough to release his straining erection. It was immense. Intimidatingly long, hard and ridged. He was stunningly beautiful. I wanted to fall to my knees and worship his taste.
I tentatively ran my fingers down his length and he groaned in response. I was in awe. Did he want me just as much as I wanted him? He reached around and pulled a foil packet from his back pocket. It was ripped open and sheathed him in record time.
“Ready, baby?” He was making sure
“Blue. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you. I need to know you’re ready.”
The whisper barely escaped my throat, “Yes,” and I felt him at my entrance. In one continuous motion he buried himself, painfully stretching me to the point of pure pleasure. I cried out and he instantly swallowed my groans. He deserved to hear what he was doing to me. “Oh god, Chase, you feel so good.”
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me ... fuck, baby.”
My hips drove forward, meeting his thrust. Perfect synchrony. He pulled almost completely out before slamming back into me with increasing force. Over and over, his pace was punishing. The fire in my core built again, and I matched him thrust for thrust.
