Page 34 of The Chase

I laughed and lifted her in my arms while I stood up from the couch. I carried her into my bedroom and placed her at the foot of my bed. I sat down next to her, but before I could lean over and press my lips to hers again, she took my hand and put it under her dress.

I grinned and toyed with her skimpy underwear. “Oh, yeah?”

She nodded and tipped her head up to kiss me again. I gave in to the kiss while my hand dipped inside her panties. “Can I take these off?” I asked in-between kisses.

She nodded but then pulled back to pull her dress off. She looked so good in her matching bra and panties. My mouth actually watered. She reached behind her and unclipped her bra, releasing her assets from their booby-prison. Why were bras ever invented? Free the boobies! I slid her underwear off her and slowly settled her onto her back.

“We can go slow,” I reassured her.

“Take off your clothes,” she said.

I did as the lady asked. Her eyes looked at me hungrily while I shed my clothes. My dick was as hard as a rock, but tonight was all about her. I owed it to her after last time.

I stretched out on the bed next to her, kissing her again, while my hands roamed down her body. I caressed her nipples and loved the sound of her gasp when my mouth traveled down the length of her body. When I reached the valley of her breasts, I licked one nipple until it was a stark point and sucked it into my mouth.

I lifted my head. Seeing her eyes closed in pleasure was a sight to behold. “Good?”

She nodded, and I continued to stroke her with my tongue, moving to her other breast to give it the attention it needed. She arched her back, pressing herself into my mouth. I dipped a hand between the juncture of her thighs and parted her with my thick fingers. I heard her suck in a breath while I gently caressed her clit.

I barely bothered with foreplay the last time I had her in my bed. Was I an asshole or what?

I lifted my head from off her chest and kissed her neck. “This okay?”

I didn’t normally ask at this point of the hookup, but I felt like with Max, I needed to make sure this was okay with her. I needed to know she wanted me to touch her.

“Uh-huh,” she moaned.

I stared into her eyes, searching for confirmation.

She nodded. “Please.”

“Tell me what you like.”

“Getting finger-banged,” she admitted, and then a blush crept up her face. She smacked a hand over her mouth like she was shocked by what had come out of it. She looked so cute, embarrassed by her admittance. I liked that she let herself get flustered with me. That she let her sexual side come out.

With my free hand, I stroked her face. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want. Let me give you what you need.”

“I need to come. Please,” she begged.

Fuck me, I wanted to get her there.

I kissed her neck while I stroked her clit in a slow circle. “Baby girl gets what she wants.”

She made a little whimper, and my dick definitely liked that sound. I would deal with that later. First, I needed to give her all the pleasure she could ever want.

I ran my middle finger down across her slit, gauging her arousal. I slid one finger inside while I nipped at her neck. When she rocked against me, I pressed a second finger inside and moved them in and out slowly. She clenched around my fingers, a reminder of how good it felt being inside her. I wanted that again, but not yet.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, and I grinned onto her neck because I knew that meant she was into it.

“I want to make you come,” I whispered huskily. “Can I taste you tonight?”

“You…what?” she asked and looked at me with hooded-eyes full of desire.

I lifted my head from the crook of her neck. “Max, has no one ever eaten you out before?”

The blush spread across her face again, but then she shook her head.

I pulled my fingers out of her and got up from the bed. I couldn’t believe no one had ever done that for her before.