Page 119 of Encounter

The longing in his voice made the muscles on my stomach constrict. So that was how it felt—to have someone want you so bad. Unconditionally. Hopelessly.

The click of the lube bottle brought me back into the moment. With it in his hand, Chast knelt over me with a face of hungry beast, barely holding off from devouring me.

“You’ve done this before, right?” Some worry made its way into his voice, conjuring up a shy smile on my face. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Instead of replying, I got up on my knees and squeezed Chast's hand, spilling a considerable amount of lube onto my fingers. “More than once,” I whispered, brushing my lips over his. When he went in for a kiss I pulled away smirking and turned around, spreading my cheeks in front of him and rubbing the lube around the entrance.

Playing with myself or a dildo wasn’t the same as the real thing, but I was sure it was only going to get better.

Feeling brave and liberated by how natural and right it was to be with Chast, I glanced at him over my shoulder, attempting my best bedroom eyes. “Can you help?”

Chast’s eyes widened, and he didn’t need any more encouragement to cup my ass into his large hands. While I pushed one finger in to loosen myself up, he poured in more lube and went in with two of his.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, bending my back while gently moving my hips.

“You’re so fucking hot.” said Chast’s husky, barely audible voice.

My body quickly moved past any sort of discomfort and started accepting his digits as they slid deeper, faster. Once he angled them up toward my stomach, an intense wave of pleasure washed over my entire body, making me twitch. “Shit,” I cried out, quickly grabbing his wrist.

I can’t come before this even starts.

“That the spot, huh?” Chast sounded intrigued.

Finally feeling ready, I turned back to him and gave him a messy kiss, followed by an impatient request, “I’m set. I want you. Hurry up.”

Condom already in hand, he passed it for me to put it on. I couldn’t wait for his length to ravage me, to take me, fuck me senseless.

“Lie down on your side,” Chast ordered and quickly situated himself behind me, pressing his defined abs against my back. I trembled with desire as he guided his cock, carefully slipping the tip in. “This what you want? Yeah?”

I twisted my waist to be able to accept his kiss.

“Please.”

He thrust in slowly while I relaxed—panting, grabbing his ass to control the movement.

“That’s it. Fuck, you’re so tight.” Any remnants of that usual stoic firmness to Chast’s voice were gone. Now, he trembled with uncontrollable desire, animalistic and raw, every time he spoke. My cock throbbed as he settled into a tempo, gradually picking up speed until he didn’t need his hand anymore and moved them up my chest.

“Ch-Chast!” I yelped when he pinched my nipple between his fingers, nearly sending me over the edge.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he groaned into my hair. The kisses he planted on my neck and shoulder, followed by gentle bites, were merciless, in conjunction with the fast, rough tempo of his thrusts. “Does it feel good? Because you feelsofucking good.”

Oh, it felt good—maddeningly, brain-meltingly, out of this worldgood.

“Harder,” I moaned. “B-Bite harder.”

His tempo faltered. “You shouldn’t say that,” he cautioned me, voice scarily deep. “Oh... I’d eat you up if I could, fuck.” Chast’s hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing it from the sides.

I moaned into the sheets, as loud as my voice would let me, while Chast pounded balls deep into me, indenting every part of my body he could with his mark. Grabbing myself firmly at the base, I tried delaying the inevitable for as long as I could.

“I love you so much,” Chast whispered into my ear, over and over again, ferociously, possessively. I never wanted it to end.

We locked into a tight hug, puffing hot air into each other’s faces as Chast’s hips began to sway and his tempo faltered uncontrollably. I cried out his name, dug my nails in, and he leaned into me like there was nothing else in this world that could satisfy him.

In the end, we laid in each other's arms contently while I rested my hand over Chast’s chest, feeling the heart pounding underneath, lulling me to sleep.

?

When I woke up the next morning, Chast was sleeping next to me. It really wasn’t a dream. My aching body told me as much.

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