I can feel the tip of his cock nudging between my legs. It’s exactly where I want him, yet he doesn’t seem to be on the same page, so I push back, taking the big head into my body. I groan in both pleasure and frustration.
“Is this what you want, Gabrielle?” he whispers, pushing just a little bit more of his cock inside my body.
“Yes,” I beg. I don’t even care that it’s a beg. I just want more.
“But I was busy trying to find where to place your tattoo. I thought that’s what you wanted.” He slowly starts to inch back out, his hand caressing my lower back.
“I want both. I need both, Chase. Please.”
“My girl wants it all, huh?” he asks, the humor evident in his voice, but I don’t care. I can’t seem to find the right smartass comeback, so instead, I keep my mouth shut. “Well, if that’s what you want,” he starts, thrusting his hips forward and filling me completely. “That’s what my girl gets.”
I smother my groan in the pillow as my body stretches to the max to accommodate him. He grunts and stills completely, both of us listening for any sound in the room. Yes, Milo is sleeping on the opposite side of the room, but as long as we’re quiet, we should be able to do this without waking him.
Satisfied that the baby remains sleeping, Chase slowly pulls out to the tip and thrusts in again. I keep my face planted in the pillow, trying to remain as silent as possible. “You’re going to have to be quiet, babe. If you can do that, I’ll fuck you hard and fast, okay?”
I hear his words, but with his cock buried so far inside me, I can only moan a reply.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Hold on, naughty girl. This is going to be a rough ride,” he says, adjusting his hands to my shoulders and thrusting his hips.
I can feel him everywhere, filling me completely. With each jerk of his powerful hips, I’m pushed closer to the orgasm he’s been teasing. My body is so taut with need that I know I’ll be coming within seconds. He’s hitting just the right spot, over and over again.
But then he slows.
“I think I found it, Gabrielle.”
“What?” I gasp, turning my head from the pillow. I’m about to beg him to finish me off when he slowly rocks back inside and swirls his hips.
I see stars.
“Right here,” he whispers, caressing my right shoulder blade. “This is the perfect spot for your tattoo, babe. I can stare at it while I’m fucking you from behind,” he says, thrusting hard, “like this.”
Thrust.
“I can see it when you turn and look at me over your shoulder.” Thrust. Moan. “It drives me wild.”
Thrust. Hard.
I barely have time to turn my head to muffle my scream. His thumb strokes my upper back while his cock strokes my G-spot, sending me straight into orgasmic bliss. I’m flying high, soaring above the white clouds of euphoria, as I hear him find his own release. His body pumps into me until there’s nothing left but the afterglow of sweet release.
Falling forward, my body is engulfed in heat as Chase lies on top of me, his heavy breathing tickling the shell of my ear. His weight is welcome, his large frame pressing me into the mattress. I can feel him everywhere, including his cock, which is still buried inside me, pulsing.
“Chase?” I whisper, turning my head to find oxygen.
“Yeah?” he grumbles, his own voice heavy with exhaustion. “Oh, shit, sorry,” he mumbles, moving from my body and turning to his side, taking me with him as he goes.
“No, you were fine.” I adjust my position in his side, pressing my butt back against his groin. “I just wanted to make sure you were still alive.”
His chuckle teases my neck, sending those familiar goose bumps across my skin. “Yeah, I’m alive. Barely. I think you tried to kill me.”
“I think you were the one doing all the work, mister. Therefore, you were the attempted murderer, not me.”
Warm lips caress my neck. “But what a way to go,” he whispers, hugging me against his furnace-like body. “Let me go dispose of the condom.”
I almost whimper when he pulls away, the cool air of the room hitting my skin like a burst of air conditioning.
Chase moves gently behind me and tenses. “Uh, Gabby?” His voice is small, and maybe even a little fearful.
Glancing over my shoulder, I take in his shocked expression. “What?”
“I didn’t wear a condom.” There’s a look of guilt mixed with anguish on his face.
Sitting up, I reach forward, resting my hand on his cheek. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean I should be this careless.”
Needing to move, to comfort, to reassure, I move until I’m straddling his legs, my arms wrapping around his neck. “Chase? Do you recall what you said to me in Harrison’s office?”