Page 73 of Chev's Mate

I don’t know what to think. I expect to be disgusted, maybe bombarded with painful memories, but neither happens. All I can think about is Chev below me. Chev touching me. Chev licking me.

He consumes my every thought, leaving room for nothing else.

He doesn’t touch me, though. He only breathes, his patience reaching levels even I don’t think I possess.

“Chev,” I eventually whine. He smiles, and I groan as I realize he’s waiting for me. “You can lick me now.”

His pupils expand, and his eyes roll back slightly before he finally lets his tongue out from behind his teeth. I jolt whenit makes contact with me, the warm, wet feeling shocking. He eases his tongue between my folds, licking the entirety of my slit.

It feels incredible, even better than when he licks my mark, and I groan when Chev finds my clit and flicks the tip of his tongue over it. He’s teasing me, and I lower myself further so he doesn’t have to crane his neck to reach.

Chev looks filthy between my thighs, his lips and face wet as he licks roughly at my sex. His eyes lock with mine as he pleasures me, the sight too much.Fuck.I rock against him as the fire in my abdomen grows. Our bond loves this, and I’m pretty sure my chest will explode if I don’t cum soon.

“Put a finger inside,” I blurt out, needing more.

Chev’s hands find my hips a second later. He keeps his touch feather-light, and he trails his fingers up and down the outside of my thighs before wrapping one arm around my waist and the other between my legs.

I stiffen when he touches me, and Chev stills until I tell him to continue. I’m determined to let him. I want to feel my mate’s hands and body on me. I deserve that. My heart pounds as I bob my head, silently telling him to do it.

“Fuck,” Chev whines. “You’re so soft.”

He turns his head to the side and playfully bites the inside of my thigh. It doesn’t hurt, but I still give a little jolt of surprise.

“Look at me,” he orders.

I peer down at him as he runs his thumb along the length of my slit, and he holds eye contact before slowly easing his middle finger into me. I clench around him, the reaction instinctual. Penetration always meant pain, but this doesn’t hurt. It takes me several seconds to relax, and Chev rocks his finger into me once I do.

“Does it feel good?” he asks. “Do you like being filled by your mate?”

I shut my eyes, unable to continue watching.

“Yes,” I admit.

Chev eases his finger in and out of me before pulling me back to his mouth. I jerk as his lips make contact with me again, his tongue licking every bit of skin he can reach. He lets me control everything, and I lean forward so my clit gets most of the attention from his tongue.

Then I snatch the hand resting on my hip and drag it to my chest.

Chev doesn’t hesitate to cup my breast, his fingers playing with my nipple. He knows I like that, and I arch my back as the pleasure builds.

“Chev,” I gasp. “I’m going to cum.”

He moans, continuing to pleasure me until my thighs are shaking and I’m thrusting against his tongue and finger. It feels so good, and I cry into the headboard as my orgasm overtakes me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I let out a quiet whine when Chev gives my clit one last lick and pulls his finger out.

I remain still, needing a moment to breathe. Chev takes advantage of that as he presses his tongue against my entrance, trying to push in. He so badly wants to be inside me. I let him lick at me before lifting and moving back down his chest. His mouth and jaw are soaked.

Chev props himself up on his elbows. “That was amazing.”

He’s hard, his tip already covered in precum. It must be painful. Chev moves to sit up, but I place a hand on his chest and push him back down. He falls back without hesitation.

“Touch yourself,” I say.

I want to see it.

Chev slides his hand down his torso, and before I change my mind, I place mine on top. He slows, hesitating, before continuing. I let him lead, and I hold my hand against his as he curls his fist around himself.

“I’m already there,” he admits.

He doesn’t pleasure himself right away, too busy staring at my hand. He’s technically the one touching himself, but I’m there. I let one of my fingers fall between his, resting on his bare skin.

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