Page 171 of Check & Chase
His hands roam everywhere, pulling at my dress, sliding up my thighs, gripping my ass. I can feel the heat of him through his jeans, pressing against me. I arch into him, fumbling with his belt.
“Fuck, Emma,” he growls against my neck. “I’ve missed this. Missed you.”
I tug his jeans down, freeing his cock. I stroke it slowly, feeling him pulse. He groans, hips thrusting into my grip.
“Bed,” I whisper.
He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me over. His hands are on my breasts, squeezing, his mouth following, sucking at my nipples through the fabric.
He slides the dress off, his gaze tracing the lines of my body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, hands cupping my breasts again, thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I moan as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. His other hand slides down, fingers slipping between my legs, finding me wet.
“You’re fucking soaked, Em. I need to taste you.”
He shifts lower, trailing kisses down my belly, pausing to look up at me from between my thighs. Then his mouth is on me, tongue sliding through my folds.
I jolt, thighs twitching around his head. “Fuck,” I gasp, grasping his hair. He groans into me, the vibration buzzing through my body. Hishands grip my inner thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. His thumbs find my clit, stroking in slow circles.
He licks again, flat and wide, then dips his tongue inside, shallow and teasing. My back arches.
“Chase,” I pant. “Please.”
“You taste better than I remember, Blondie.” He works me slowly, alternating between deep strokes and short flicks over my clit that make my legs shake.
Two fingers push inside me, curling just right. I cry out, body locking up around him.
“That spot, huh?” He keeps hitting it, fingers stroking deep, tongue circling fast enough to make me throb.
I grip the sheets. He knows exactly how to keep me poised on the edge. My muscles keep tightening, coiling, but he doesn’t let me fall over.
“You’re trembling. But you’re not gonna come yet. Not until I say so.”
My thighs squeeze around his head, but he holds them open. He fucks me with his fingers, curling up and in. Then his mouth closes over my clit again, and my moan breaks out loud and helpless.
He keeps me on the edge, right fucking there. I can’t think, can’t speak. Everything feels tight and warm.
“Chase,” I beg, breathless. “Fuck, I need to come.”
“Not yet,” he growls, pulling back. The sudden coolness against my wet skin makes me shiver. “You come when I say.”
He pushes his fingers in deeper, pumping harder, and licks me again, faster, his whole mouth working in rhythm. It’s relentless.
“Chase, please.” My voice cracks. My thighs quiver, clit pulsing. I’m soaking wet, flushed and frantic.
“Beg louder.”
“Please,” I choke out, hips rocking against his face. “Let me come. I can’t take anymore.”
He groans and dives back in, tongue lashing over my clit. “Now. Now, baby. Come for me.”
The orgasm rips through me. I come into his mouth, screaming his name. My fingers lock in his hair as he keeps licking me through it.
He crawls up my body once the tremors subside, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself.
“I need to be inside you…”
