One of his hands moved under me, cupping my behind, helping me, pulling me up as the fingertips of his other hand slid feather light on the inside of my thigh.
Okay, this was better than his finger (maybe). This was fan-fraking-tastic.
Tremors chased themselves down my legs, my belly dropped, my br**sts swelled, my fingers clenched the sheets and then it happened.
“Honey,” I whimpered, my back arched, my neck arched, it rushed over me, tore through me and I came.
Really, fraking hard.
Still coming, vaguely, I felt his lips brush my belly. I felt his hands close my legs. Then he was gone.
I was swimming out of it when he was back, his hands back at my knees, pressing and he didn’t have to urge me this time. They opened for him as my eyes fluttered open and I saw his shadow on his knees between my legs.
One of his hands was at my knee, drifting down the top of my thigh, his other hand was doing something and before I got myself together, he fell forward between my legs into his hand at my side. Then he dropped down to a forearm and I had his weight.
I liked this too.
No, loved it.
He felt fantastic.
His head came down, his lips to my neck and he whispered, “You good?”
“Oh yeah,” I whispered back and felt another smile.
Then he said softly, “I’ll go slow, baby. No matter what, no matter that we’re here, you need me to stop, I’ll stop.”
I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. As far as I was concerned, he could do whatever he wanted.
Regardless, since he seemed to be waiting for answer, I said, “Okay.”
“Okay,” he said against my neck then I knew what he was talking about because I felt him guide the tip of his c**k against me.
He hesitated for just a moment.
And I got it. I understood.
And he was going to get it.
And he was going to get it because it was his.
I turned my head so my lips were at his ear and I urged, “Take it.”
Under my hands it occurred to me that his body felt weirdly like it was straining.
“Take it,” I repeated softly.
I felt the tip nudge inside.
“I’ll go slow,” he replied, his voice so low it was like a groan and he eased out then he eased just the tip back in.
“Come inside, Chace,” I whispered.
“You’re so tight, baby, don’t wanna hurt you.”
My arms grew tight, my thighs pressed into his h*ps and I told him the truth.
“Honey, come inside, take it, it’s yours.”