Page 8 of A Touch of Heaven

Shivers run down my spine as I bite my lower lip, not wanting to make a sound just in case this stops. He’s never been like this with me, and my brain is trying to work out what it means.

And Brookie?

Where the hell has that come from?

He’s never called me that before, and I wonder if this is a dream. If it is, I’ll sleep my days away so he can call me that anytime. Hearing him call me that does things to my body I never thought were possible.

I feel him inhaling my scent, and I do the same. Stardust and magic. That’s what I imagine they smell like, just like him. I feel his breath on my skin as he tenses around me. Suddenly, I feel his lips move to my neck, and he presses the softest of kisses to it. My whole body feels like it’s trembling.

I’ve never been as nervous as I am right now. “Chase,” I whisper into the night sky. It escapes me as if I’ve just wished on a star like I always wish for him.

His thumb moves upward to the side of my breast over my lace top, caressing it up and down, and my breath stops as my nipples harden.

“Do you know it drives me crazy when I see you hugging my friends? Do you know how annoyed I get when they touch you? When they put their hands on your body?”

His thumb moves across my breast, and I gasp softly as it lightly brushes past my nipple, but it doesn’t stop. Instead, he moves to my neck. I feel him put pressure on it as he tips my head back to look at him. His crystal green eyes are darker than I’ve seen before, and I love them.

“I don’t like it, Princess, so stop it. Or else.”

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but the only thing that leaves my lips is a soft whimper.

He chuckles lightly, his other hand moving down my waist around my thigh as he slips his leg between mine and pulls mine over his.

“Tell me, Brookie, if I slipped my fingers into these tiny shorts, you tease me with…what would I find?” He moves his fingers inside my shorts, pulling them out of the way, and as he glides his fingers over the lace of my thong, I moan his name, willing him to do more.

He strokes two fingers, pushing the lace fabric of my panties down along my pussy, and I can feel the fabric soak through with my wetness, and he growls. I’ve never heard him make that sound before. It’s animalistic and primal, sending delectable shivers to every part of my body. My legs fall open for him like that growl commanded them to.

“Fuck Brooke, you’re so fucking wet, and I’ve barely touched you. Can you feel how soaked you are?”

My mind is hazy; I can barely believe what’s happening. I can’t form words. I just need more. My core is aching for him. There are too many clothes between us, and I can feel his hardness growing against my back. And from what I can feel, it’s definitely a good size, not that I have anything to compare it with.

I squirm against his touch, whimpering breathlessly, “Yes.”

I know anyone could walk past on the beach and see us, but I don’t care.

He moves my thong to the side, and I feel two of his fingers glide along my wetness before rolling his fingers over my clit. I feel like I could explode. My hand grips his leg to the side of me.

“Baby girl…is this all for me…or is this for those fuckers inside?”

“You, all you,” I say honestly, my voice shaking.

His thumb starts rubbing circles lightly around my clit as he slides two fingers into my pussy. I gasp loudly, my fingers gripping his thigh tightly as I squirm on him.

Pleasure erupts throughout my whole body. I’ve done this to myself a thousand times, but the way he does, it is like he knows what my body wants. His fingers are thicker than mine and stretching me more than I’ve ever been before.

“You’re so fucking tight, Brookie. Has anyone done this to you? Has anyone ever touched you like this before? Made you come as you rode his fingers?” I shake my head, moaning softly into the night sky. He thrusts them harder as he groans into my neck. His thumb puts more pressure on my clit as he curls his fingers inside me in a come-hither motion pressing against my G spot.

“No… Just you…” I moan softly. I can feel my pussy clenching his fingers as my orgasm draws closer.

The next thing I know, he pulls his fingers out and turns me around abruptly, making me dizzy. He slips his fingers into my mouth forcefully, and I find myself responding by sucking eagerly, tasting my arousal on them. I have no idea what I’m doing or why I’m acting this way, but I want it. I want it all, everything he can give me and more.

“Do you taste like heaven or sin, Princess…cause with you, I really don’t know if I can tell the difference anymore.”

He removes his fingers from my mouth and brings them to his. Sucking them clean in one swoop, and as they leave his lips with a pop, he grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger hard, pulling me toward him as if he’s going to kiss me. He pauses as he looks into my eyes.

“Chase…please…” I whimper, not even knowing what I’m begging him for at this point.

He pauses, and just for a second, I see his jaw tighten, his eyes flash as if he wants this and is fighting it, and then it’s gone, and a cold, calm smirk lands on his face, one I’ve never seen before. It’s like he’s been replaced with a Chase I don’t know.

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