Page 83 of The Chase
“You inspire me.”
This ache in my heart morphed into a wave of dread as I realized this respite was merely borrowed time. Being in his arms was his way of comforting me. He couldn’t prevent the inevitable. My body tensed at the thought of him leaving.
“Zara?” His gaze roamed over my face. “Yes?”
“It’s time for you to come again.” He reached down, his hand trailing over my abdomen.
I flinched at the erotic pulse when his fingertip found my clit.
My body trembled with the stunning rise of pleasure and my head crashed onto his chest as I squeezed my eyes shut, shifting my thighs slightly.
My fingers milking his forearms.
“See what I did there?” he whispered. “I’ve claimed you.”
“Oh please.”
“This beautiful pussy is now mine.”
“Yes,” I managed, my lips pressing against him, my tongue flicking and tasting his fresh sexy scent over his smooth, taut chest.
Wanting this to be true, needing to believe that after today he’d still want to know me, my heart aching with the suspicion that when my world inevitably fell apart, he’d be long gone.
“Rock your hips forward and backward,” he whispered.
These erotic sensations caused my pelvis to shudder as I rocked against his hand.
“A little faster.”
A throaty groan escaped my lips, this blinding bliss in my sex stealing my thoughts, my quickening pulse pounding, my breaths too ragged to control.
“Is that nice?” he said gruffly.
I managed a nod, this orgasm capturing me swiftly, unsure of where his finger stopped and my clit began, this delicate flicking morphing into a refined circling, proving he knew too well how to touch a woman.
His hand shifted and he slid two fingers inside me, the pad of his thumb now circling where his finger had been. I found my rhythm, riding his hand with steady thrusts, bleary-eyed, small sobs of need catching in my throat.
Tobias’s lips pressed my temple. “God, you feel amazing, don’t stop moving until you come, understand?”
A frantic nod.
“Look at me, Zara. Now give me permission to handle things from here for you.”
Delirious, drowning in ecstasy, I tried to grasp his words. “Handle what?”
“Every detail.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Open your eyes. That’s it. Now look at me. Keep moving. Good.”
“I’m going to come.”
“Not until you say the words.”
“You can handle everything.” I was breathless.
He dipped his head to my ear. “Now you can come.”
