Page 179 of Check & Chase
I groan as she palms me through my jeans. “You’re killing me, Emma.”
“Then take these off.”
I strip fast, throwing my jeans and boxers to the floor, hard and ready for her. Her eyes widen, and I swear she licks her lips.
“My turn,” she whispers, and before I can even register it, she’s off the couch, pushing me back until I’m sitting where she was.
She kneels between my legs, looking up at me through those thick lashes, and I nearly blow right there. Her hands trail up my thighs, feather-light, and every muscle jumps under her touch.
“Emma, you don’t—”
“I want to,” she cuts me off, her voice a low purr as her hand closes around me. “God, I’ve missed this.”
Then her mouth is on me, warm and wet and utterly perfect. She takes me deeper than I expect, hollowing her cheeks, and I have to grip the couch cushions to keep from thrusting up into her.
“God, your mouth,” I manage to get out, watching her head bob, her lips stretched around me. “So fucking perfect, Emma.”
She hums in response, that vibration sending shocks of pure pleasure through me. One of her hands works what she can’t fit, the other gently cups me lower, teasing.
I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just connecting. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
She picks up the pace, taking me deeper, and I feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine. Too soon. Way too fucking soon.
“Emma, stop,” I gasp, gently pulling her off me. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
She looks up, her lips swollen and wet, eyes glazed. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Not yet,” I tell her, pulling her up onto my lap. “Not until I’m deep inside you.”
I capture her mouth in a hungry, bruising kiss, my hands roaming over her body, pushing her tank top up and over her head. Her breasts are perfect, filling my palms. I lower my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, and she arches against me, grinding down on my lap.
“Chase,” she moans, her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in. “Please.”
“Please what?” I tease, switching to her other breast, grazing the sensitive peak with my teeth.
“I need you inside me,” she pants, her voice ragged. “Right fucking now.”
I grab her face with both hands, my thumbs tracing her jaw, foreheads pressed together. “You have me, Emma. Always.”
“Then show me,” she breathes against my lips.
I guide myself to her entrance, and she slowly sinks down. We both moan as she takes me in. The sensation is overwhelming, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from moving too fast.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe against her neck, my voice rough. “You feel fucking incredible, baby.”
She starts to move, rising up and sinking back down, setting her own pace. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, guiding her movements, helping her find that perfect angle.
“That’s it,” I encourage, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Ride me, baby. Take what you fucking need.”
She picks up the pace, her hands braced on my chest, head thrown back as she moves. The sight of her like this—wild, uninhibited, chasing her pleasure—is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, my voice breaking as she grinds against me. “Mine, baby. Every inch of you.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her nails digging into my chest. “All yours. God, Chase—harder—”
I plant my feet and thrust up to meet her movements. The new angle hits something deep inside her, and she cries out, her rhythm faltering as she clenches around me.
“Right there?” I ask, thrusting again, hitting that spot.
