I tremble in his hands, I just can’t help it, overcome by the sudden change in my emotions. Fear transforms into a sharp stake of desire that pierces straight through the core of my tummy.
I can’t catch my breath.
I’m panting as he stares down at me. I feel caught, ensnared by the heat pooling in his chocolate brown eyes. His lids lower, his dark lashes shadow his cheeks.
He bends down and I arch up until his mouth meets mine. We collide, crashing into each other. Our bodies yearning to meet. It’s an instant explosion of sensation that leaves me feeling not only breathless but also incredibly wet and overwhelmingly needy.
Should it feel like this? A part of me is unsure. It’s so intense, so unbelievable, I wouldn’t believe it, couldn’t explain it, if it wasn’t happening to me right now.
My pulse pounds in my ears. My blood feels like lava pumping through my veins. His lips pull hard at my lips. I open for him. His tongue thrusts inside.
He’s so damn hot. So damn sweet.
I close my eyes as our tongues tangle. His mouth slants over my mouth, over and over. Each time is deeper, each time he pulls harder, demanding more. I’m completely lost in the kiss, lost in our wet friction. I don’t even realize at first that his hands are grabbing me, squeezing me, tugging at me. At some point my hands decided to grab him by the shirt. But as he lifts me up by the ass, I find myself reaching up, frantically searching for a more substantial hold on his shoulders.
“Chase,” I gasp into his mouth. My fingers dig into his skin.
In response his teeth nip gently at my bottom lip before he growls, “Wrap your legs around me.”
My legs wrap around him, my thighs feel slick as I lock myself around his hips. He squeezes my ass some more and growls. Because I’m wearing a dress there’s nothing to keep the bulge trapped in his jeans from rubbing directly against my panties.
“Oh,” I moan out and arch. Not only are my panties soaked but beneath them but my sex is aching, throbbing with a surge of want.
He grinds himself against me, his hips rolling, rubbing.
I can’t move, I can’t escape.
He’s groaning, his chest rumbles. I squirm and groan. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come right now, right here without removing a stitch of clothing.
“Fuck,” he suddenly curses as he tears his lips away from me.
He’s panting, I wonder if he’s as close as me. We’re like two horny teenagers dry humping.
I roll my hips even though he’s stopped grinding. I just can’t help stop myself. He’s turned me into a creature of pure need.
Chase groans as if he’s in pain and then we’re moving. I don’t know how he can walk but I feel the wisps of hair that escaped my bun fluttering against my neck and feel the cool air rushing against my warm cheeks.
The hallway streaks past in a blur. I blink and then I’m falling down.
Chase drops me on my mattress then untangles himself. He has to pry my legs from his waist.
I’m confused. I blink in the dim light.
“Chase?” I ask, my voice trembling. Did I do something wrong? Why did he drop me?
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says. His voice is coarse an
d husky.
I almost ask, Then why did you drop me? Are you disappointed in me?
But gradually my eyes start to adjust to the dimness and I gasp. Now I can see him tearing his clothes off, revealing his ripped, ink covered body.
“The way your ass felt in my hands.”
He’s so big. Even in the dim light my eyes drop, locking down there on the enormous cock springing free from his jeans. His cock thrusts long, hard and proud away from his body.
He’s totally going to break me.