Page 62 of Chase
I’m tripping on lust and my head’s in the goddamn clouds when she slowly pulls away and my mouth eagerly chases after her. I can’t fucking help it and give her one more kiss before leaning my forehead against hers.
Her pouty pink lips are parted while she catches her breath and I want her oxygen to fill my lungs. I need to breathe her in. My heart beats out her name and every cell in my body is already craving another hit.
“I plan on stealing every breath you have,” I tell her and start kissing down her soft cheek. She tips her pretty head back and I feast on her neck.
“You don’t need to steal a thing, handsome, I’ve been waitin’ to give it to you.” Her southern twanged declaration sends vibrations through me like a tuning fork. I feel her words sink into the darkest pitfalls of my brain. Her smile blasts a bright light into the lonely crevices I’ve been hiding in.
I nip at her reddening skin and kiss the spot that’ll hopefully bruise. She’s already a fucking stunner, but with my mark on her body, she’s as beautiful as ever.
“Your skin tastes just as sweet as your lips, gorgeous girl,” I wrap my left arm around her indented waist and pull her flush against me.
I rub my thigh against her little pussy and I almost cum in my fucking sweats when she starts rocking her body against my leg. It makes me fucking ferral.
I devour her mouth and the immediate moan that bubbles out of her is all fucking mine. I run my hand over her throat, and swallow down the hitch in her breathing to keep forever.
She lets out these little whimpering noises when I pull down the collar of our sweatshirt to kiss the top of her chest and I want to do whatever I fucking can to keep her making all these sexy noises.
A random gust of wind takes us both by surprise and trips a motion light on the side of the apartment building. On instinct, I fall to the ground and pull her down on top of me.
We’re now even more secluded by the thick shrubbery and groundcover. Thank fuck, because my room is too far away and theres no way in hell we’re done yet.
She’s straddling my upper thigh and her hands are on my lower abs. I’ve got a tent in my sweats and my dick is sticking straight up between us. My hands are underneath our sweatshirtexploring her smooth skin. My hands cover either side of her rib cage and move toward her perky tits.
I pull down the cups of her bra and hold her breasts in my hands. She rubs her hot core up and down my leg and grinds down on my thigh when I thumb roll her hard nipples. These tits are fucking perfect and I hump air trying to get my dick closer to them.
She shivers when another blast of wind blows by, and I jack knife up in a seated position to block the cold air from her chest. She stuffs her hands in the front hoodie pocket.
“What are these?” She asks with this adorable look on her face. She’s cradling the two paper cranes and looking at them like they might fly away.
“Those are for you, pretty bird,” I tell her and watch her inspect the wings of each crane. “I made you one for each goal I scored tonight.”
“One in the first,” I tell her and squeeze one tit before squeezing the other, “and then the game winning goal.” Her eyes lock on mine and are loaded with whiskey and sex.
“I love ‘em,” she says while crawling up my lap. She sits right on my dick with her hot little pussy. It feels so fucking good my eyes cross.
Her knees are on either side of my hips and digging into the dirt and old mulched up leaves. My fingers tweak each nipple one more time before I grab her hips to rock her over me. She tries to hold in her moan and I crash my mouth into hers. I want that fucking moan. It’s mine.She’s mine.
She kisses me like she can’t get enough and whimpers like she’s afraid this’ll end.Don’t worry, we’re forever, baby.She moves fast and rubs herself all over me while her tongue turns my mouth inside out.
She shivers again and this time, it’s not because she’s cold. Her skin is warm and I can only imagine how wet and wild her pussy is.
She breaks away from my mouth and drops her head to my shoulder. Her breathing is becoming erratic and when I push my hips up she tries to bury her sounds in my neck.Oh no you don’t, Birdie.
I snake my arm out from underneath our sweatshirt and reach up until I feel the ends of her ponytail. I wrap the red strands around my fist and pull down until her pretty head lifts up and she’s facing the star scattered sky.
“I wanna make you come, pretty bird.” I drag my nose along the column of her neck and her sweet smelling skin. She threads her fingers into my hair and digs her nails into my scalp. It feels so good, that if I could fucking purr I would sound like a diesel engine. “And when you do, I want you to sing for me again,” I say into her throat while nuzzling against her neck.
“Good Lord,” she says, sounding all flustered. I lean back and take her with me and she lets a tiny squeal escape. I’m instantly pissed that I didn’t kiss her in time to swallow it down with the others.Thats okay, I’ll just make her do it again.With my hands still on her hips, I push them up so she’s on her hands and knees, hovering over me. Perfect.
I reach for the waistband of her jeans and don’t hesitate to rip open the stupid zipper when it gets stuck.
“Oh, God,” she moans and arches her back as soon as I glide my hand inside her panties. Silk and lace skim over my knuckles and velvet smooth skin meets my palm. Then I’m hit with her warm little pussy and I’m a fucking changed man.
“Not God, baby, you know who I am,” I tell her and circle her tiny wet clit with the tip of my index finger.
“Chase,” she moans my name and it sounds like she’s calling me home to her.
“Yours…I’m yours,” I tell her and push my tongue into her mouth and my finger into her slit. I add another and curl them into her soaking wet walls. She grinds down on my palm that rubs against her sweet spot and hums into my mouth before pulling away with a shaky breath. I reach up with my other hand to hold the back of her head to mine when our foreheads rest on each other.
