"Jesus. These legs, Angel." I had barely a second to appreciate the sight of his bare chest, those glistening abs shining in the dim light of the bedroom. Before I knew what he was doing, he had his head between my legs, kissing his way up, up my thighs and to the place that needed him the most. My mouth dropped open as the hot, wet heat of his mouth moved over my pussy lips, his tongue tracing my entrance as if asking for permission. God. Lick me there.
"Chase." I moaned out his name, my hands gripping onto his hair with urgency, my body singing with the sensations his mouth was bringing me. This man knew what he was doing, of that I had no doubt. "Yeah?" he said, pulling his head back and I wanted to yank him right back but just stopped myself. He knew what he was doing. He was teasing me!
"Lick me." It was a plea. A begging whimper. But he just looked up at me with that cocky smirk on his face, obviously in no rush at all.
"Ask me nicely, bad girl."
"Chase, I need it." Tightening my fingers in his hair, I squirmed beneath him as the tingling ache between my legs began to fade.
"You need what?" His mouth began to slide over my skin again and, shaking beneath him, I sighed in relief and arousal, knowing he was giving in. He was going to give me what my body needed more than my next breath.
His hands.
His mouth.
His teeth grazing my feverish, tingling skin. His mouth kissing and rubbing over me, leaving no part of me untouched.
"I need you. I need you to take me." He didn't know how true those words were, I mused.
"Good girl." And then his tongue was teasing, licking my folds ardently, the heat between us settling into the apex of my thighs...All Rights Reserved