Page 54 of Chase Our Forever

I wish he wasn’t so good at keeping a straight face. His features don’t budge with what I’ve just told him, and I’m desperate to know if the knowledge of knowing no one’s ever done that to me turns him off.

“Are you a virgin?” he asks, his voice tight.

I shake my head. “No.”

He nods. Much to my dismay, he pulls his fingers from me. I look down, unable to look him in the eyes a second longer.

Does my inexperience make him want to stop? He did stop, so maybe that’s all the answer I need.

I begin to close my legs, not wanting to be on full display a second longer, when his large hands stop me from doing so. His fingertips press into my inner thighs, preventing me from closing them any further.

“Don’t,” he demands, the word coming out strangled.

“You weren’t saying anything. I just thought?—”

He stops my words by leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. His breath is hot against the sensitive skin, sending a bolt of arousal through my entire body. My toes curl at the sensation of having him so close but still not close enough.

I can feel his deep breath against my core. He looks up at me, and I make a point to memorize the look of him in this moment. His head between my legs, so close to my core his breath tickles my clit, his hands possessively on my thighs as he holds me open and on full display for him.

His eyes are hooded with lust, but they’re trained right on me. The way he stares at me is something I could never forget. It feels like tasting me is the only thing he could ever need in this moment.

“I was just thinking about how fucking lucky I am to be the first.”

My breath hitches at his words. He places another kiss to the inside of my thigh, this time even closer to where I want him.

For some reason, I feel the need to fill the silence and give him one last out from being the first man to ever go down on me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” My words are rushed as another wave of heat washes over me. I don’t know why I say it. The man is staring at my pussy like he’s starved. I know he wants to—maybe I just need to hear him say the words.

“I want to.” He lets out a low growl of appreciation as he stares at me. If it were anyone else, I’d feel embarrassed by being on such display, but it’s Dean. Everything’s different with him. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I feel even hornier at having him stare at me like I’m his last meal.

His lips move to my hip bone, where he presses another chaste kiss. “I’m going to give you a warning, though, sunshine.”

“What is it?” I all but pant. He’s so freaking close to being where I need him. My clit aches for him. I’d take even his touch there again if it wasn’t his mouth. I just needsomething.

“After I’m done eating this pretty pussy, you will be ruined for anyone else but me.” His tongue peeks out for one quick lick against my clit before he stops, continuing to torture me with anticipation. “Mmm…” he notes, wrapping his arms underneath my thighs and coming over the top to pin me in place. His fingertips sear into my skin like a brand as he keeps me wide open. “After one taste, I’m already ruined for anyone but you.”

He doesn’t even give me time to obsess over his words and decide what they mean before his tongue flattens against me and he begins to eat.

“Oh my god.” I moan, my head falling backward and hitting the shelf behind me. Something falls to the ground with the movement, but neither one of us pays it any attention.

He licks up and down, giving every part of me attention as his tongue makes my toes curl with pleasure. It feels too good. It’s too much. My hands slap against the top of the washer as I try to search for something to hold on to. I eventually find his head,and my fingers tangle in the strands at the top of his head that are just long enough for me to get a good grip on.

One of Dean’s hands leaves my inner thigh, allowing my hips to move a little more as he uses that hand to now inch inside me. The combination of his tongue and finger is lethal. I try to keep my eyes on him to watch every single one of his movements, but I can’t do it. The pleasure is just too much, and they flutter shut from the overwhelming amount of sensations.

“I’m close,” I pant. I didn’t think he’d be able to make me come, let alone come this fast. The only time I’ve been able to come is if I was the one in control of making it happen. Leave it to Dean to figure out a way to do it quickly and, from the way it begins to build, powerfully as well.

He sticks a second finger inside me and spreads his fingers. The movement stretches me in such a delicious way that when he pulls my clit into his mouth again, I’m sent over the edge.

“Dean.” His name comes out so loud that it echoes off the walls of the room. My moans are loud and untamed as my entire body feels like it’s on fire from the orgasm.

It lasts way longer than I expect it to. Dean makes sure I savor every second of it; his tongue and fingers don’t relent until I’ve experienced every last second of the orgasm.

My eyes flutter open and find Dean already staring at me. He pulls back and gives me a wide grin. I don’t know what’s sexier, the fact that he’s smiling so freely at me when I know how hard it is to earn a smile like that from him or the fact that his lips and all around his mouth are covered in me. I love seeing the proof of the effect he has on me all over his face.

“Can’t decide which one I like better,” Dean cockily says, feathering kisses all the way up my body.

“What?” I ask, a little breathless from the intensity of the orgasm.

Another smirk graces his face, and all I can think about is how I want to make him do it again. “Can’t decide if I like it better when you moan my name or scream it. Both are sexy as hell.”

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