Page 43 of Wild Dreams

I unbuckled his jeans and lowered his zipper. My hands glided up his abs, his chest. Chance's body was unreal. I'd never been with anyone who had bulging muscles.

Chance shoved his jeans down, leaving him in black briefs, the outline of his cock visible under the thin cotton.

I bit my lip as I cupped him.

Chance groaned. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that."

"Touching you?" I asked as I hooked my fingers in the waist band and tugged. I felt confident and beautiful, free to dowhatever I desired. And right now, I wanted to feel him. Heat was radiating from his skin.

His cock popped free from the confines of his briefs. There was a tantalizing bead of cum on the tip, so I licked it.

Chance's hand landed in my hair, and I took that as my invitation to taste him. I licked around the tip, the bottom, then sucked it into my mouth. His width stretched my lips, and when I looked up, his eyes were hooded.

His hips moved slightly, and I knew he was holding back. I wanted to drive him wild with desire. I'd never been so free with another person, so wanton. But it felt good to let go, to do and feel whatever I wanted. Right now, Chance's body was my playground, and I could touch and tease however I wanted. I wasn't sure I'd want to stop.

I gripped the base of his cock and sucked hard.

Chance groaned, then pulled his cock out of my mouth.

I pouted. "I wasn't done with you."

He banded an arm around my body and lifted me so that my back was on the cushions. "I want to be inside of you when I come."

That sounded good to me, so I didn't argue.

I admired the way his muscles flexed as he moved to grab a condom from his wallet. His ass was spectacular.

He ripped the package with his teeth. Is there anything this man did that wasn't sexy? He smoothed it over his cock then settled on top of me, his cock nudging my entrance.

"Are you sure about this, Mari?"

I felt completely surrounded by him. I had a feeling he was going to ruin me for all other guys, but I had to experience it for myself. "Yes."

He slid inside, his sheer size stretching me in the best way possible. He paused, letting me adjust, kissing me until myhips shifted on their own, urging him to move. He moved with shallow thrusts until he naturally eased all the way inside.

With his forearms braced on either side of my head, he moved with long and sure strokes. It was hard to breathe with him on top of me, his cock filling me up. I'd never felt so overwhelmed by sex. He was using every one of my senses against me. I'd never be the same. How could I go back to mediocre sex after this?

Chance moved to his knees so he could circle my clit with his fingers. I didn't think it was possible, but with him moving inside me at this angle, and his fingers strumming my clit, another orgasm built inside me.

I was lucky to get one, and it usually required my help, either my instructions, or my touch. But Chance knew how to make a woman feel good. I tried not to think about how he got that experience.

"You're going to come for me." Chance's tone was demanding, and with the next stroke of his cock, I went over. This time, the pleasure seemed to go on and on. There was no end in sight as he thrust more deliberately, chasing his own orgasm.

I was able to focus when he went over, reveling in the set of his jaw, the pleasure that washed over his face. He rested his weight on my body, and I held him to me, hoping he didn't have any regrets.

Chance was a man of honor. He believed in rules and regulations. I wasn't sure he'd be okay with what just happened, no matter how into it he seemed. When he finally pulled back, the room was darker than before. The fire was low.

"I'm going to take care of this," he said as he lifted off me and padded toward the powder room by the front door.

A naked man walking through my house was an unexpected surprise. I'd been so stressed out about Oakley, worried I'd hurthim and he wouldn't survive. But Chance was there for me. He'd stayed, and when we found out Oakley was okay, something had shifted. It was like he was waiting for the right moment to make his move.

I heard the water run, and a few seconds later, he returned with a warm washcloth to clean me. I was so surprised by the sweet gesture that I didn't say anything.

Then he shifted me in front of him on the couch so that he was spooning me. "I should have stoked the fire again."

I was incapable of speaking.

Chance reached over me for the remote and clicked Play on another movie. He threw a blanket I kept on the back of the couch over us. I relaxed against his chest, content in his arms. Eventually he moved his bicep under my cheek, and my eyes lids drooped. I was warm and cozy but also tired from the stress of the day.

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