Heartland (True North #7) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,52

restraint.

“Yeah?” I croak.

“Don’t be careful with me.”

“You don’t have anything to prove, Chass.” It gets so quiet that I can hear my heart thumping in my chest.

I drop a hand to her bare leg, running my fingertips up to her hip. I pass my hand over the tidy triangle of hair between her legs, and my pulse kicks up a notch. Has anyone ever touched her like that?

She moans and tosses her head when I stroke her. I could almost come just from this—the view of her lush body arching into my hand and the sound of her hunger.

I lean down and trail my lips across one pale breast. Then I kiss my way across the smooth skin of her tummy, toward the honeyed center of her. At the first touch of my tongue against her clit, she lets out a hot gasp. So I drop my mouth onto her pussy and take a greedy taste.

All her muscles go rigid, and she tugs at my hair, straining against me. But a moment later she’s pushing my face away. “Not like that,” she pants.

“No?” I lift my head, startled. “You don’t want my mouth? What do you want?”

“You,” she says firmly. “I need you.”

“You need me to do what?” I ask, because I cannot get this wrong. My cock is screaming, and my blood is pounding, and I don’t trust myself at all.

I swing myself into position above her, so that I can look down into her flushed face and bright eyes.

This also has the effect of pinning her to the bed with my cock. Her hips strain beneath me, lifting toward my body, as if willing me inside.

“Just…” She takes a breath, and the next two words come out so quietly that I can barely hear them. “Use me.”

Gulp.

I can’t deny that my body flashes hot when she says those words. Erotic imagery assaults my overstimulated brain. I want Chastity at the edge of the bed—her hips lifted to meet me. I want her seated on my cock, while I’m encouraging her to ride me. I want her backwards and forwards and every which way.

I want. I want. I want. All of it.

But first I lean down and take her mouth again. She opens for me immediately, like an offering. I could kiss all day like this. Her tongue is sweet and willing.

Her arms wrap around my neck, and her soft tits rub against my bare chest. It’s glorious. I can’t resist slipping a hand between her legs to stroke her pussy. She gasps against my mouth and spreads her legs for me.

“Good girl,” I groan, as her slickness coats my fingers.

I’m hard as a fencepost. I should probably be intimidated by what we’re about to do. But I want it too much to care.

Use me, she’d said. Christ. I slide my arm beneath her silky leg, lifting her knee, making space for myself in the cradle of her body. I know I need to go slow. But instinct makes me tuck my cock against her pussy, sliding my shaft against her clit.

“Oh!” she moans. “Yes.”

We fall into a deep kiss, grinding and desperate. I thrust against her, in imitation of fucking her. And she pushes back against me, greedy and slick.

“Please,” she begs. “Now.”

Right. No big deal. It’s just my incredibly sexy, virginal best friend, naked beneath me and begging me to fuck her. So I grip my cock and line myself up. And I slide partway into her tight, wet pussy.

“Oh!” Her arms grip me, and she tenses suddenly.

“Hey,” I whisper, stroking her hair with a trembling hand. “Melt for me.”

Her blue eyes blink once. Then she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. I feel her sink back onto the mattress.

“Good girl,” I rasp as I slide right inside, where everything is tight and wonderful.

She lets out a low moan that nearly undoes me. I bite my lip, holding very still. Farm chores. That’s what I need to think about right now. Shoveling manure. Milking cows with frozen fingers in February…

“Dyl,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

Easy for you to say. I lean down and kiss her neck. “You got me so fucking worked up, Chass. I almost can’t stand it.” I push my face into the pillow for a second, breathing deeply until the blinding need to come ebbs a little.

Chastity’s hand finds mine. I weave our fingers together and take another calming breath. I’m still trembling as I pull my hips back and then slide