So much I tore my mouth from his on an arched neck, whimpering moan.
This also had an astounding effect and that was both of Chace’s hands going to my jacket and yanking it down my arms. Then he pulled me up and jerked it away, tossing it to the floor.
After it went my shirt.
This might have freaked me out if his mouth hadn’t found mine, my back hadn’t again found bed and his hand hadn’t again found my breast and, last, his thumb hadn’t retraced its path then gone backwards for another swipe.
I wasn’t wrong that the first time was magnificent because the second and third were just as fraking good. So good, I arched my back and whimpered into his mouth, my hands tugging his sweater up.
Chace got the message I didn’t even know I was sending. I would know this when he tore his lips from mine, arched away from me, put his hands behind his shoulder blades, ripped his sweater off and tossed it aside. My shaking hands immediately and instinctively went to the buttons on his shirt. I got one undone before his back bowed, his body shifted, I lost purchase on his shirt, his hand lifted my breast and his mouth closed on my nipple over my bra.
Okay, oh frak, okay, the thumb swipe, magnificent. His mouth, sublime.
My back arched so deep, it left the bed and a low, long, quiet moan rose out of my throat then I had his mouth back on mine, his hand and thumb back at my breast. I got another rough, wild, deep, wet, long kiss and I was already lost. But at his kiss, I knew I never wanted to be found.
My hands were moving. Having minds of their own, they went everywhere they could find, touched everything they could reach, took in as much as they could get. Including running over his hard behind, one hand rounding his hip and then it happened.
Not even thinking, just acting on instinct, so turned on, so out of life and into Chace, my fingers grazed the hard evidence of arousal.
I gasped into his mouth because I liked it. Not a little, a lot. It wasn’t a surprise. But it was a gift, knowing I gave him that, feeling it, knowing that was all for me.
And wanting it.
Chace growled down my throat.
Oh my fraking, fraking Lord, but I liked that a whole lot more.
His h*ps jerked away, his torso came up, my eyes slowly opened and his hand went to my belt. I felt it tugging as my hands went back to his shirt.
I clumsily managed to get two more buttons undone before the zip went down on my jeans and I heard Chace’s gruff, thick, deeper than normal voice call, “Faye.”
My eyes moved to his and not even knowing why, just feeling the word come from deep in my soul, needing to say it, needing him to get it, I whispered, “Please.”
His hot eyes holding mine, his hand slid in. Straight in. Inside my panties, fingers curving around, his middle one pressing in and my h*ps left the bed to push into his hand as my eyes closed. I felt my lips part, but mostly I felt nothing but how unbelievably awesome it was to have Chace’s hand down my pants.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I vaguely heard him mutter then when his finger moved and I started to understand what heaven felt like, I equally vaguely heard him order, “Want that mouth, baby.”
My chin tipped down instantly and he took it.
Oh jeez. That was better. Tons better.
Unable to do anything else, my fingers curled into his shirt tight. I held on and gave him my mouth, felt what he was doing with his finger and I held tense, my whole body, like if I let go, it would shatter.
He stopped kissing me long enough to murmur against my lips, “Move with me, Faye, your hips. Don’t fight it, give into it.”
My brain couldn’t process much but my body obviously heard his words because my h*ps started working with his hand. Sliding back to his forth, forth to his back and that was a whole lot better.
“Chace,” I breathed against his mouth.
“That’s it,” he whispered against mine.
Already built, it started pulsing, throbbing, it was going to explode.
I quit breathing.
Chace stopped his finger moving, slid one inside… inside… that would be inside me… and I gasped but then let no more air in or out.
“Faye, honey, breathe.”
I did what I was told and breathed, his finger slid out of me and started doing what it was doing before and his mouth took mine again in a kiss.
Through this, the phone rang twice.
Now I was there. I was there. I knew that feeling. I also knew it was going to be better than ever. The best. The absolute best.
I tore my mouth from his because I couldn’t take his tongue anymore. It was all too much, too much goodness. I shoved my face in his neck and gasped as it happened. Driving through me, making me clutch on tight, shove my face deep, buck my h*ps against his hand, the heat of it rushed through me, burning me to a cinder.
I was right. It was.
The absolute best.
When I came down, slowly, lazily, it felt like it took years and I didn’t care if I lost that time, it felt that good, the phone had stopped ringing and I was no longer on my back but on my side. My leg was thrown over Chace’s hip and one of his arms was tight around my waist, holding me close to his body. His other hand was in my hair, tucking my face in his throat. Both of my hands were still clutching his shirt.
My breathing started evening out, my fingers relaxed, my hands went flat against his back and I heard Chace gently ask the top of my head, “How you doin’?”
I was fine. I was beyond fine. I could die right there and be happy. Not, of course, that I wanted to do that but that was just how fine I was.
“I’m good,” I whispered.
“Good,” he whispered back.
I pressed deeper into Chace and his arm got tighter around me.
Then I closed my eyes tight and called, “Chace.”
“Right here, honey.”
I pressed my lips together and then I did what I had to do.
I announced, “There’s something you have to know.”
“I know it.”
I blinked at his immediate answer, this action leaving my eyes open but I was so surprised at his quick response, I didn’t have it in me to notice I was staring up close at his very attractive throat which was an opportunity I would normally take time to savor.
Then I asked, “You know it?”
“Yep.”
“You know what?”
“That I’m the first man to have his hand down your pants and later, I’m gonna be the first man who does other things to you too.”
Yep, he knew it.
Oh God.
I closed my eyes again and dipped my chin, uncertain whether to be embarrassed or whether, from his tone which was gentle, quiet but straightforward, not to be and his hand curled warm around the back of my neck.
This also had an astounding effect and that was both of Chace’s hands going to my jacket and yanking it down my arms. Then he pulled me up and jerked it away, tossing it to the floor.
After it went my shirt.
This might have freaked me out if his mouth hadn’t found mine, my back hadn’t again found bed and his hand hadn’t again found my breast and, last, his thumb hadn’t retraced its path then gone backwards for another swipe.
I wasn’t wrong that the first time was magnificent because the second and third were just as fraking good. So good, I arched my back and whimpered into his mouth, my hands tugging his sweater up.
Chace got the message I didn’t even know I was sending. I would know this when he tore his lips from mine, arched away from me, put his hands behind his shoulder blades, ripped his sweater off and tossed it aside. My shaking hands immediately and instinctively went to the buttons on his shirt. I got one undone before his back bowed, his body shifted, I lost purchase on his shirt, his hand lifted my breast and his mouth closed on my nipple over my bra.
Okay, oh frak, okay, the thumb swipe, magnificent. His mouth, sublime.
My back arched so deep, it left the bed and a low, long, quiet moan rose out of my throat then I had his mouth back on mine, his hand and thumb back at my breast. I got another rough, wild, deep, wet, long kiss and I was already lost. But at his kiss, I knew I never wanted to be found.
My hands were moving. Having minds of their own, they went everywhere they could find, touched everything they could reach, took in as much as they could get. Including running over his hard behind, one hand rounding his hip and then it happened.
Not even thinking, just acting on instinct, so turned on, so out of life and into Chace, my fingers grazed the hard evidence of arousal.
I gasped into his mouth because I liked it. Not a little, a lot. It wasn’t a surprise. But it was a gift, knowing I gave him that, feeling it, knowing that was all for me.
And wanting it.
Chace growled down my throat.
Oh my fraking, fraking Lord, but I liked that a whole lot more.
His h*ps jerked away, his torso came up, my eyes slowly opened and his hand went to my belt. I felt it tugging as my hands went back to his shirt.
I clumsily managed to get two more buttons undone before the zip went down on my jeans and I heard Chace’s gruff, thick, deeper than normal voice call, “Faye.”
My eyes moved to his and not even knowing why, just feeling the word come from deep in my soul, needing to say it, needing him to get it, I whispered, “Please.”
His hot eyes holding mine, his hand slid in. Straight in. Inside my panties, fingers curving around, his middle one pressing in and my h*ps left the bed to push into his hand as my eyes closed. I felt my lips part, but mostly I felt nothing but how unbelievably awesome it was to have Chace’s hand down my pants.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I vaguely heard him mutter then when his finger moved and I started to understand what heaven felt like, I equally vaguely heard him order, “Want that mouth, baby.”
My chin tipped down instantly and he took it.
Oh jeez. That was better. Tons better.
Unable to do anything else, my fingers curled into his shirt tight. I held on and gave him my mouth, felt what he was doing with his finger and I held tense, my whole body, like if I let go, it would shatter.
He stopped kissing me long enough to murmur against my lips, “Move with me, Faye, your hips. Don’t fight it, give into it.”
My brain couldn’t process much but my body obviously heard his words because my h*ps started working with his hand. Sliding back to his forth, forth to his back and that was a whole lot better.
“Chace,” I breathed against his mouth.
“That’s it,” he whispered against mine.
Already built, it started pulsing, throbbing, it was going to explode.
I quit breathing.
Chace stopped his finger moving, slid one inside… inside… that would be inside me… and I gasped but then let no more air in or out.
“Faye, honey, breathe.”
I did what I was told and breathed, his finger slid out of me and started doing what it was doing before and his mouth took mine again in a kiss.
Through this, the phone rang twice.
Now I was there. I was there. I knew that feeling. I also knew it was going to be better than ever. The best. The absolute best.
I tore my mouth from his because I couldn’t take his tongue anymore. It was all too much, too much goodness. I shoved my face in his neck and gasped as it happened. Driving through me, making me clutch on tight, shove my face deep, buck my h*ps against his hand, the heat of it rushed through me, burning me to a cinder.
I was right. It was.
The absolute best.
When I came down, slowly, lazily, it felt like it took years and I didn’t care if I lost that time, it felt that good, the phone had stopped ringing and I was no longer on my back but on my side. My leg was thrown over Chace’s hip and one of his arms was tight around my waist, holding me close to his body. His other hand was in my hair, tucking my face in his throat. Both of my hands were still clutching his shirt.
My breathing started evening out, my fingers relaxed, my hands went flat against his back and I heard Chace gently ask the top of my head, “How you doin’?”
I was fine. I was beyond fine. I could die right there and be happy. Not, of course, that I wanted to do that but that was just how fine I was.
“I’m good,” I whispered.
“Good,” he whispered back.
I pressed deeper into Chace and his arm got tighter around me.
Then I closed my eyes tight and called, “Chace.”
“Right here, honey.”
I pressed my lips together and then I did what I had to do.
I announced, “There’s something you have to know.”
“I know it.”
I blinked at his immediate answer, this action leaving my eyes open but I was so surprised at his quick response, I didn’t have it in me to notice I was staring up close at his very attractive throat which was an opportunity I would normally take time to savor.
Then I asked, “You know it?”
“Yep.”
“You know what?”
“That I’m the first man to have his hand down your pants and later, I’m gonna be the first man who does other things to you too.”
Yep, he knew it.
Oh God.
I closed my eyes again and dipped my chin, uncertain whether to be embarrassed or whether, from his tone which was gentle, quiet but straightforward, not to be and his hand curled warm around the back of my neck.
