Page 42 of Wild Dreams

"I need more." I loved the feel of him between my legs, but there were too many clothes.

"I'm going to give you whatever you want, but it might not be on your timeline." His voice was rough.

I'd never had a man talk to me like that. Usually, I felt like I had to take the lead. But Chance was telling me he was in charge, and I loved it. "Yes, please."

Chance's lips twitched. "You like that?"

"I love it. Now touch me." Kiss me. Fuck me. I slipped off his lap, unbuttoning my jeans and skimming the material over my hips, kicking them to the side. I stood between Chance's legs in a matching red lace bra and panty set.

Chance's hands ran over my legs, and he nudged me closer so that the front of my legs hit the couch. "You're absolutely stunning."

Goose bumps erupted over my body. I'd never felt more beautiful.

It was as if he needed a moment to take me in, to revel in the fact that he was here with me, and I was baring my soul to him. I'd never been more vulnerable with anyone. He knew how I felt when my parents ghosted me. He got me. He saw me in a way no one else did.

He encouraged me to get a dog. He was here for me when Oakley was hurt. And right now in this moment, he was giving me what I needed.

And the best part of all? I felt beautiful standing in front of him, almost naked.

"Perfection," he murmured as he leaned close and kissed my belly button.

I trembled under his tender touch. I could see him doing this very thing when I told him I was pregnant with his baby. A tingle ran through my body, and there was a thrumming between my legs.

"Chance," I whined, biting my lip.

"I'll take care of you."

I closed my eyes as his mouth brushed over my skin. He was taking his time, and he knew what he was doing. No one had ever made me feel so alive.

His tongue created a trail from my belly button to the edge of my lace panties. Then he bit the material and pulled it down. My breath hitched as he slowly lowered my panties, using his hands to ease them over my hips, then down.

I reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall off my shoulders and to the floor. His gaze drifted up and took in my breasts.

I kicked my panties away, leaving me naked in front of my childhood crush.

I stepped closer, my hands on his neck, and I knelt on the edge of the couch, bringing my nipple to his mouth.

He didn't waste any time latching on, sucking hard, then pulling off slightly to scrape the sensitive bud with his teeth.

His hands cupped my ass, but I wanted him between my legs. I ached for him. I rested my forehead on his. "Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely." One hand moved between us, lightly cupping my mound. Then a finger slid between my folds, as if testing the wetness. "You're soaked."

He was a dirty talker. Just like the books I read. I didn't think men like this were real. I'd obviously been looking in the wrong kind of places. I was going to enjoy every second of the ultimate pleasure he was doling out.

He kept one palm on my breast while he worked his fingers between my folds. When my legs threatened to buckle, he tapped my pussy with his hand. "I want to lick you here."

I nodded, unsure how he was going to manage that while I was standing and he was sitting. But in a minute, he had me flat on my back on the couch. A man who could put me where he wanted me was a fantasy. I wanted to succumb to his skill.

I didn't think I'd ever seen anything hotter than Chance's face between my legs. He licked me, and I forgot to worry about when I'd showered last or whether I tasted good; I just let go.

I was lost in the sensation of his mouth on my pussy. I lodged my fingers in his hair, hoping he wouldn't move anytime soon. I needed him right where he was, showing me more pleasure than I'd ever known.

The scruff on his face made everything more intense. When he used his finger inside of me, the orgasm washed over me. I clamped down on his finger, the waves of pleasure lingering for a few seconds while I came down from the high.

While I relaxed on the couch, Chance lifted his shirt off, then rested his hands on his belt. "You want more?"

My mouth was dry because I was too busy perusing his naked chest. His skin was tan, his hair dark, and I moved to kneel in front of him.

---