Oh my fraking Lord.
He’d lifted the ban on sex. We’d done a lot of really fun stuff before he finally connected with me again. And I was enjoying it, on my back, wrapped around Chace with Chace thrusting sweet and rhythmically inside me.
I was enjoying it a lot.
Now, I didn’t know what to do.
Chace was up too, sitting under me in my bed. His hand moved up the satin of my nightie, up my neck to my head, he cupped it and tipped it down so his lips had my ear.
“Move, honey,” he whispered, his arm around my waist giving a gentle pull up.
“Move?” I breathed.
“Ride me,” he urged, just those two words tore through me, sending shivers in their wake, “Go fast, go slow, do what you want but don’t lose the tip.”
Ride him.
Okay, um… I was a virgin before Chace but I’d seen television, movies, read romance novels. I knew there were more positions than missionary.
Chace was introducing me to a new one.
So I pulled up.
Not much fun.
I slid down.
Oo, better.
I tried it again.
Yeah, the down was better but to get it, you had to have the up.
So I did it again.
I found my rhythm and then I found I liked my rhythm a whole lot better when it was faster. I also found I liked my rhythm a heckuva lot more when I added allowing my hands to roam Chace’s skin and my mouth and tongue to roam his neck.
Instinctively, I discovered something awesome and that was, on a downward glide, if you grinded in, pressing deep, shifting your h*ps around, that… felt… great.
It didn’t only feel great to me, it felt great to Chace too.
I knew this when he growled against the skin of my neck, his head went back and his lips ordered, “Faye. Mouth. Now.”
I lifted my head and gave him my mouth.
Incidentally, I did this on a downward glide and grind.
Fraking phenomenal.
Chace’s hand slid from my waist up my side, over my ribs to my breast. His fingers curled around then one finger and his thumb honed in on my nipple, squeezed then rolled.
I slammed down on Chace, ground in, ripped my mouth from his, my neck arched back and I came hard on a gasp that melted into a whimper.
While I was still doing that, Chace whipped me to my back, wrapped my legs around his h*ps and drove in way faster and harder than he had the other night. Way faster and harder than I rode him.
Still coming, my body jolting, Chace thrusting, I couldn’t be sure, it had never happened before, not even close but either I started coming again or my orgasm lasted a really long time.
It still ended before Chace’s began so, although I did it hazily, I got to watch.