Page 60 of Fake It 'Til You Sleigh It

Her body. Her eyes. Her breasts. Her rolling hips. Sweet Jesus, she’s beautiful.

She tilts her head back, exhaling deeply, lost in the sensation of our bodies slowly moving as one. I ground myself, providing a steady foundation so she can use me as she pleases.

Her soul-baring stare… Fuck me, that stare. I’ve been on the receiving end of Chase’s glances more times than I can count. I’ve seen her expression blaze with anger, roll with exasperation, even twinkle with hidden amusement. But this? This is something else. This is… everything.

I want to witness every flicker of emotion.

Every spark of desire.

I want to drown in the depths of her gaze.

She slides up my length, clenching me tightly, then slowly lowers down, releasing until she presses against my pubic bone. Each squeeze is more intense than the last, each movement more sensual and torturous as my cock begs for release. She has me vibrating with need, aching to give her so much more.

I breathe out the tension building within me. I gotta hold back, to let her guide us to the threshold of bliss.

“Pinch my nipples,” she orders, and I obey, eliciting a gasp from her parted lips.

With both of my hands on her chest, I feel her heartbeat—its rhythm matching my own. Our bodies are in perfect sync.

Oh my God, do I want this.I want her to own me for her pleasure.

Chase’s hair cascades around me as she leans down, overwhelming me with a searing kiss.

I’ve never had sex like this. Hot and heavy, yes, but slow and sensual? Never.

Her lips break from mine with a soft, lingering moan as she sits up tall, guiding my hands to her ass. She presses her palms to my stomach, and I swear her touch brands my skin. Her motions are precise and unhurried, rolling against me, her grip as tight as a glove.

Is this what it’s like when two people who have a history come together, not just to fuck, but to make love? Because this is intimate as hell, intense on a whole other level.

It’s not a territory I’m all that familiar with. My relationships, if you can even call them that, have always been pretty shallow. A few laughs, a good time, maybe a shared breakfast before we go our separate ways.

Chase and I working together is technically my longest relationship.

This isn’t just about sex. She’s exposing herself, letting me glimpse the real her. Behind the director’s chair, beneath her tough exterior and razor-sharp wit.

And what I see? It’s fucking beautiful.

I’m not just hungry for her body now; I’m starving for her trust, her openness, her vulnerability. I want every little detail that makes her who she is—the fierce, incredible woman who’s finally letting me in, letting me see her true self.

Her eyes bore into mine, an unspoken connection sparking between us. She’s staring at me… through me… into my soul.

What does she see?

Without a word, Chase tugs on the back of my head, guiding my lips to her tits. My mouth glides across her until I meet her pert nipple. My hand savors her right breast, and then I pull her left into my mouth, sucking hard and eliciting a breathy whisper.

“Yes. Harder.”

She’s got one hand buried in my hair, guiding me. As I feast on her, she plants her other hand on the floor and quickens her pace. She lifts herself until my dripping cock is almostentirely out of her, then slams back down in a dance of tortured exhilaration. My hard shaft is repeatedly pushed out, then teased back in by her slick, powerful pussy—over and over and over.

I submit fully to the exquisite new thrill she’s orchestrating.

She tightens around me, her orgasm surging. Her body is buzzing as it edges, aching through the prolonged stimulation. It’s the most fucking erotic thing ever, experiencing her waves of pleasure grip and let go.

“Oh, fuck, Ethan, yes, Ethan, Ethan!” she moans in my ear.

I hear my name from her lips, and I’m gone. My balls tighten and my orgasm explodes. My whole body bursts free in a blinding rush of euphoria. A wild, desperate groan escapes me. Overwhelming sensations course through my body, and I ride them out one by one, feeling like I’ve lost my damn mind.

Finally, the throttle releases. The throbbing up and down in my spine weakens, and I savor the last few ripples of ecstasy as she collapses on top of me. Our bodies stay locked in a fierce hold, unwilling to release each other.

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