“Faye –”
“Now.”
“Baby –”
“Please.”
His hand moved from between us up my belly and around, to become an arm around my waist and he slid in a little deeper.
Okay, oh God, that felt good.
His lips moved up my neck and his c**k slid even deeper.
Okay, right, wow, that felt better.
His tongue moved down my neck and he slid in deeper.
Oh God, all right, even better.
He slid in deeper and then he, again, stopped and eased back out.
Wow, wow, fabulous.
“Chace,” I whispered, my hands drifting over the skin of his back. “Do you need me to do anything?”
“No, baby.” His voice was low, hoarse, beyond thick, sounding pained.
“Come inside,” I breathed in his ear. “Take me, honey, I’m yours.”
That did it.
He surged up, his mouth came to mine as my body settled and I felt him inside, all the way, full of him, connected to Chace. Finally.
Beautifully.
Me full of Chace, the best feeling in the whole fraking world.
“Fuck, baby, I gotta move,” he groaned.
“Move,” I encouraged and he moved, his thrusts controlled, fluid, rhythmic and very, very nice.
Oh God, why hadn’t I been doing this for longer?
As he moved, his thrusts going faster, still controlled, his arm moved from around my waist, in over my belly and down and I felt his thumb right where I didn’t know it needed to be until it was there.
Oh God, seriously, I’d been missing out.
My mouth opened under his as my h*ps surged up.
“Wrap your legs around me, Faye, hold on tight,” Chace ordered, I wrapped my legs around his h*ps and his thumb pressed deeper and circled.
Holy frak.
“Yes,” I breathed into his mouth.
His tongue slid into mine.
He moved. He pressed. He circled. His tongue matched his thrusts. My skin tingled. Tremors shot through my system. My blood, already fired, went molten. I kissed Chace back and my hand slid down to cup his behind and urge him to give me more.