Oh hell. She bit into the sheet beneath her, and repressed a low, agonized moan as his hands clenched in her butt, shaped and massaged, parted the firm curves as he hummed a little growl of appreciation.
Seconds later, the heavy pats and heated little caresses began. Not really a slap, not yet. They built, burning her flesh and sending waves of wildfire bursting through her nerve endings.
She couldn't stand it. She shook her head and pressed back, needing more. She cried out his name, fought for balance and for control, and found there was nothing but the pleasure to hold on to.
"So pretty," Chase breathed out roughly, his fingers easing through the narrow cleft. "I'm going to have you here tonight, Kia. " He pressed against the tiny, hidden entrance. "So slow and easy. You'll feel every inch of penetration, every caress to every nerve ending. "
"This so isn't right. " She jerked, pressing back as the pressure eased and he shifted behind her. "Untie me. I'll torture you, too. "
"That wasn't the deal, darlin'," he crooned. "The deal is, I can make you pass out when you come. Just like you dared me to do when you bragged about that damned vibrator. Remember?"
She groaned. "I lied. "
"Of course you lied. " She felt his kiss against her rear. "Nothing can ever make you come like I can, Kia. We both know that. Don't we?"
She bit the sheet again and he chuckled.
"Are you ready to give in, baby? All you have to do is say the word, and I can fill that tight pussy, slow and sweet, and make you come in five seconds flat. "
"You cheat," she moaned.
"I want you wild beneath me. " He nipped her rear as she felt his fingers, slick, thick with lubrication at her back door once more. "I want you to feel the darkness, Kia. I want to tear into you, take hold. I want you to feel what I need to give you. " A finger eased inside her, parting the tender, nerve-filled tissue as she arched back, taking it deeper, easier than she ever had.
He retreated. A second finger joined, eased inside her, and she took it eagerly, moaning at the little pinch of sensation that ricocheted through the narrow passage.
"So sweet. " His wrist twisted, his fingers pumped inside her, preparing her, stretching her, then retreating slowly.
She would come. She could feel it. She was going to climax whether he wanted her to or not. The sensations alone would drive her into ecstasy.
Three fingers. She was on her knees, backing into the impalement.
"Ah, yes. " Her head tossed against the mattress, flames licked over her, inside her. "Chase. Do something. Do it now. "
The slow, easy thrusts were killing her. She could feel her orgasm just out of reach, so close, building inside her, tormenting her clit. Her pussy wept with need, spasmed at the erotic emptiness inside it.
Chase moved closer, his jaw tightening, the most erotic pleasure he had ever known filling him as he parted the cheeks of her ass and tucked the head of his cock at the tiny entrance of her ass.
Chase could feel the sweat rolling down his neck, his back. He was fighting to breathe, to blink the moisture from his eyes as he watched her press back, watched the tiny hole flare open, rosy and sweet, and take the tip of his cock.
"Yeah, take it, sweetheart. " He watched, entranced, forcing himself to stay still.
He loved this about her. Loved how easily she took the pleasure and returned it. He watched, dazed, as the entrance stretched around him, sucking him into her.
It was blazing hot, so fucking tight. The tight ring of muscle just inside flexed around him almost painfully as he gritted his teeth and let her set this pace.
She worked her ass onto him, taking him slow and easy, easing over the thick head as her moans turned to cries and heated the air around them further.
"Oh God! Chase!" she screamed his name as the head of his cock popped past the snug tissue and eased into the heated channel.
She was on her elbows, her ass lifted to him, her flesh stretched tight around the base of his erection as he shook his head and fought against the need to come.
Never, never had he had such a hard time controlling his own climax. He could fuck for hours. He could send a woman screaming into half a dozen orgasms before he came once and only broke a sweat from the exertion. Not the need to hold back.
Until Kia. Until he touched her, held her, until he knew a pleasure that burned through his senses like the cascade of lava from a volcano.
Slow.
His hands clenched her hips as she tried to lower them. She would try to press her clit into the bed as he shafted her ass. The lightest pressure would send her blazing into orgasm right now.