Making Chase
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 Lauren Dane

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Murmuring softly, he lay her down on the bed and eased her panties off. A triangle of closely trimmed pale curls shielded her pu**y. She moved her hands to cover herself but he took them, kissing each one and putting them down on the bed.
“Please don’t try and hide yourself. You are so damned beautiful and sexy I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he growled, pulling off his pants and shorts.
Her eyes widened as he stalked toward her and he was pleased by the look of hunger on her face.
He got to the bed next to her and she smiled up at him. “Now, where was I?” He waggled his brows.
Taking a deep breath, Tate sat up on her heels. “You’ll have to wait,” she said and took his c**k into her hands. He slid his palms up her arms and into her hair but when she took him into her mouth, his head lolled back.
“Ahhh, you’re so sweet. Heaven on Earth,” he murmured, caressing her scalp. Her hands stroked the length of his c**k when it wasn’t in her mouth, palmed his sac, ran over the muscles of his thighs and dug into the flesh there with her nails, pulling him closer to her, deeper.
He watched as that pale, sunny hair slid forward, hiding her and revealing her in turns. She may have been shy but she certainly wasn’t shy about making him feel good. He loved that. They were far more evenly matched in bed than he’d first imagined they’d be and the surprise was a good one. He knew from the weekend before that she was tireless and inventive and tonight was no different.
And yet it was. He felt like it was the very real beginning of everything he wanted to have with her for the future. She’d let him in just a bit. Told him some about her childhood and she was there, naked with the lights on. That trust in him was as much an aphrodisiac as anything ever had been.
He’d wanted her too much in the last days to hold out very long. When orgasm hit, he groaned and shuddered, her name a sigh on his lips.
Moments later, she moved away from him and he settled in, bringing her body close to his. “Give me a few years and I’ll be right with you,” he mumbled into her hair and she laughed softly.
Stroking the velvet skin at her hip, he marveled at how she felt. Coming back to himself, he kissed her face, her lips, her jaw and down the line of throat. He tasted her thundering pulsebeat as he moved down her chest and kissed over the curve of one breast. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth she sobbed out a gasp.
“Responsive, perfect. You’re perfect,” he said with approval and he raked his teeth across the sensitive tip and she shuddered. He rolled the other nipple between his fingers and she writhed beneath him. He slid his hand down her stomach and through her curls and found her hot and wet as he stroked her.
She smelled sweet and spicy and the heat of her skin drove him wild. He kissed down her chest, rimming her belly button with his tongue.
“Hmm, I’ve been here before. I like it.” Scooting down, he settled between her thighs, putting them on his shoulders. She sobbed out again, arching off the bed when he dipped his mouth to her sex.
Tate was sure she’d never in her life felt more desired, more desirable. He ate her up with his gaze, with his hands and his mouth. He took the time to learn her, find what made her tick, what made her writhe and beg.
There with him in her bed, with the pale light of her bedside lamp on her nakedness, she felt all right. He didn’t look at her with distaste, he looked at her with longing. She knew she wasn’t comparable to Liv, but at the same time he desired her and that made things all right.
With his mouth on her pu**y, he pushed and pushed her toward coming. With him it was easy, she’d been halfway there just smelling his cologne as they danced at The Tonk. But his very talented fingers and tongue devastated her.
A nearly feral groan came from deep in her throat as she shuddered. He hummed his approval, sending the vibrations up through her clit. He lapped at her and learned all of the things that drove her wild and finally, after making her beg for it, pushed her over and made her come.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he whispered as he leaned over and rustled through his pants, holding up a condom with a triumphant smile.
“Even if my legs worked I wouldn’t leave my bed with you there.”
Cocking his head, he looked at her, his smile softening.
“So you gonna moon at me all night or get with the condom application so you can do me?”
Startled a moment, he laughed and ripped the packet open to quickly roll the condom on.
“You know, you look like butter wouldn’t melt and then you open your mouth. There’s a smartass living inside you, Tate. I like that. A sex goddess and a smartass.”
He said it as he moved back between her thighs, which she happily widened to admit him. He probed her entrance, teasing her with the head of his c**k but she wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his ass. She needed him, it’d been a very long, very frustrated week. Surging her hips up and pulling him toward her with a handful of his ass, she brought him into her with one hard thrust.
She felt the intrusion of his c**k straight up her spine. She’d never felt so full before. It wasn’t like he had a king-sized penis, it was good, did the job quite nicely. But it was made for her.
Suddenly, she felt a lot more exposed than just being naked with the lights on. She pushed it all away, all the emotions that weren’t just about how good he felt. There’d be time for panic later on.
“Jesus!” he gasped out. She was scalding hot and really tight. It’d been a while for her or she did those exercises to make her pu**y tight. He doubted those worked this well though.