He lifted his head only long enough to pull her thighs wider, position his fingers deeper. Pull her pussy open and plunge his tongue deep while his lips rubbed her clit. So opposite his rough hands, yet delivering just as much pleasure. She couldn’t understand. Couldn’t think. Zahara’s stomach muscles clenched, pulling her forward. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair, called his name, but Chase was lost. Eyes closed, mouth hungry, he worked her with fervor and relish and abandon.
His words, rough and hot, filled her head as he did exactly as he promised. “After you come, I’m going to eat you. I’m going to tongue fuck you and suck you dry.”
The amount of pleasure he could create with his mouth stunned her brain. His soft tongue licked and tantalized. His lips rubbed and sucked. The orgasm rose fast and hot. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”
White-hot ecstasy racked her body. She cried out, bucked and writhed through the twists and turns. Waves and crashes. Dropped breathless and racked to her back on the sofa. She couldn’t even begin to get her mind around this. Around him. Around them. Around this wild, frenzied, luscious, dirty sex.
Instead of stripping while she recovered, Chase kissed her inner thighs. Brushed feather-soft touches over her swollen pussy. Blew on her.
The sensation tickled. She squirmed and laughed, but he didn’t release her. Didn’t stand up, rock forward, and fill her. It would be so easy. Yet he seemed content to stay right there and…play.
She offered her hand. “Come here, you bad boy. Let me repay some of that kindness.”
His eyes crinkled a little at the corners, but he didn’t smile. He slid one finger inside her, gentle, slow, deep. And damn if he didn’t find that spot she hadn’t even known existed until tonight. He rhythmically, mercilessly stroked, circled, flicked, rubbed until Zahara was whimpering and writhing.
“What are you doing to me?” She pushed a hand through his hair. So soft. So thick.
He tapped, tapped, tapped at that hot spot until her fingers curled into his golden strands and her hips lifted toward his touch.
“Priming you.” His voice was soft, his gaze hard. Intent. Studious. Watching her every response, capitalizing on the moves that brought her the most pleasure and ruthlessly repeating them. In his own time. To his own rhythm.
“For a long, long, long night ahead.” Those words came out a little lower. A little breathier.
Zahara squirmed and moaned but didn’t have the energy to resist. Even if she wanted to resist. Which, she was surprised to find, she didn’t.
“Branding you.” His words again. A little darker. A little grittier.
Before she could even think about what they meant, his fingers spread the lips of her pussy, and he flicked the very tip of his tongue over the sensitive, swollen bud.
Zahara felt liquid warmth pool at the center of her body. He found her hand with his and threaded their fingers, used his other hand to finger her while his tongue teased as softly as butterfly wings. All while his gaze was locked on hers.
He wound her tighter and tighter. Circling her clit so very slowly. Probing her so very deeply. Creating a mind-bending rhythm she never wanted to end. Pressure built. Need climbed. Chase put out one fire while starting another.
Her breath stuttered; her hand clenched his. Her pussy was wet and weepy again when she finally broke and begged, “Please.”
A devious little smile tipped his lips, and his eyes sparkled with challenge.
“Bring it, Z.” His voice was so soft, she almost didn’t hear him over the rasp of her breath and the beat of her heart. “Come take what you want.”
Then he licked her in one long, slow stroke and pulled back. Zahara saw stars. Her hand tightened in his hair and her hips lifted. He gifted her with a full, hot mouth, hungry tongue, and sweet lips. But as soon as she rested against the sofa again, all attention stopped.
“You taste like sugar and spice,” he told her in a throaty tone. “Bring that pretty pussy back here.”
She did. Lifted into his waiting mouth. Moved against him. He licked her up and sucked her down, all while watching. No reservations. No shame.
And fuck, that was hot.
Mind-blowingly hot.
The dirtiness of it sparked a flame she didn’t even know was hiding in a dark corner somewhere inside her. Her need increased exponentially, until she couldn’t get enough. And even when she sought him out, Chase still seemed to be in control, giving her just enough to push her up the mountain but not enough to fly off.
In desperation, she slid her hand between her legs and over her clit. She didn’t even catch a buzz before he pinned her hand to the sofa.
“That’s cheating,” he told her. “I’m right here. Grind yourself to heaven.”
Frustrated, on the edge of orgasm, she growled and thrust her hips toward him. Chase opened his mouth, dropped his head and feasted.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” she whimpered, “that’s so goddamned good.”