Taking Chase
Page 56
Her fingers dug into the muscle of his upper back as he leaned in, the heat of his mouth closing over the pulse-point at the hollow just below her ear.
Moving her hands, she pushed him back and scrambled atop his prone body, wriggling out of her dress and bra.
“Now that’s a reward for a long hard day. A beautiful woman sitting over my c**k in nothing more than garters, stockings, a wisp of red lace pretending to be panties and some very sexy shoes.”
“There’s that silver tongue, I see.” Her hands made quick work of his belt and the button and zipper of his trousers and she kissed down his neck, over his chest and belly. The way his hands felt on her, so large and warm, confident and gentle, always made her want to cry.
“Pants off!” She struggled to get his trousers off and he laughed, setting her aside and standing to do it himself.
“Well, lookit you.” He moved toward the bed, his c**k so hard it pressed against his stomach.
When he’d stopped, his c**k was right at eye level. She looked up at him, up his body and saw the look on his face. He waited there, making sure her comment at the Grange wasn’t just made in the heat of the moment.
“I do want you to take me, Shane.”
One of his hands caressed her face, down her neck. He watched her face until he appeared to be sure.
“Well then, I think there’s a little rain check to be collected and then I’m going to f**k you with those garters on.”
She grabbed him and angled his c**k to slowly take him into her mouth. Loving this, loving how much pleasure it gave him, she took it slow, doing all the things she’d learned he liked so much.
Her tongue swirled around the head, digging into that sweet spot just beneath the ridge of the crown. The salt of his skin, of his essence, sprang on her tongue, filled her with desire, made her feel like a goddess that he wanted her so much.
Shane looked down at her, watched his c**k disappear between her lips and pull out again. He loved the way her eyelashes swept over her cheeks.
His fingertips traced over the raised marks of her scars on her back. He’d found it reassured her that he thought she was beautiful. As if anyone could look at her and think anything else. Her scars were as much a part of her as her eyes or those long-as-sin legs. So he loved them too, even as he wanted to take the man down who’d given them to her.
When she’d told him she wanted him to take her, he’d nearly come on the spot. He dreamed of being able to show her the depth of intensity of his desire for her but kept it in check to keep from scaring her. He wanted to take her hard and fast but he’d watch her, especially this first time, to be sure she was all right with everything.
“Cassie, stop. Lay back, leave your legs over the side of the bed.”
She did as he told her to and he marveled at her, lying there on his bed. Her dark hair spread around her head like midnight. Her br**sts, br**sts she thought were sagging, were capped with puckered pink ni**les, just begging for his mouth. Her belly, with no pooch he ever could divine, led to the neatly trimmed patch of hair that shielded her pu**y. Only right then the pretty red panties covered her.
“Next time, put the panties on after the stockings.”
She laughed, a slow, sexy sound that never failed to make him crazy. Reaching down, she pulled at the sides of the panties and they untied. Lifting her ass, she pulled them off and threw them over his shoulder.
“Oh. Very nice. Very nice indeed. You know, I wanted to see these legs wrapped around me but I’m thinking we can save that for another time.”
He pulled out a condom and sheathed himself quickly before flipping her over with relative ease. He did sense her stiffen and he drew a fingertip down her spine. “Shhhh. I want to take you from behind, Cassie. Feel you from this angle, be able to reach around and touch your body, have your clit right where I want it.”
He paused, giving her time to stop if she was freaked but she relaxed. Pulling her body toward him, he brought her feet to the ground and bent her just so, moving to check her readiness.
When Shane touched her pu**y and found her so wet she was slightly embarrassed by how much he turned her on, he made a low sound.
“Fuck. Cassie, how do you do this to me? Make me want you even more when I feel the evidence of how much you want me?” As he finished the last word, the blunt, fat head of his c**k pressed against her, nudging his way into her gate.
She pushed back into him and they both grunted in satisfaction as he seated himself fully inside her.
Losing herself a bit as he began to thrust, her hands gripped his comforter, cool against her heated skin. He felt so good as he filled her up over and over. Her body molded itself to him, took him in and made itself his.
“I want to feel you come around me,” he murmured, leaning down and kissing her shoulder. One of his hands found her clit, fingertips strumming through the wet flesh, bringing the skin of the hood to stroke against the clit. The friction was delicious, right on the edge of just enough but not quite there.
His lips pressed over each one of her scars as the fingers of his free hand stroked lightly over her arms and back and down over the curve of her ass and thighs.
“More.”
In answer, he began to thrust into her hard and fast in deep digs. He gave up the slow tease of her clit and squeezed it gently between slick fingers over and over until she came, screaming into his mattress. All the while he continued to f**k her.
“Damn, you’re so f**king sexy I don’t know what to do. I just want to spread you on a cracker and eat you up. I want to kiss every inch of you. You walk past the front window of the bookstore as I drive past and my c**k throbs. You’ve bewitched me, Cassie.”
Moving her hands, she pushed him back and scrambled atop his prone body, wriggling out of her dress and bra.
“Now that’s a reward for a long hard day. A beautiful woman sitting over my c**k in nothing more than garters, stockings, a wisp of red lace pretending to be panties and some very sexy shoes.”
“There’s that silver tongue, I see.” Her hands made quick work of his belt and the button and zipper of his trousers and she kissed down his neck, over his chest and belly. The way his hands felt on her, so large and warm, confident and gentle, always made her want to cry.
“Pants off!” She struggled to get his trousers off and he laughed, setting her aside and standing to do it himself.
“Well, lookit you.” He moved toward the bed, his c**k so hard it pressed against his stomach.
When he’d stopped, his c**k was right at eye level. She looked up at him, up his body and saw the look on his face. He waited there, making sure her comment at the Grange wasn’t just made in the heat of the moment.
“I do want you to take me, Shane.”
One of his hands caressed her face, down her neck. He watched her face until he appeared to be sure.
“Well then, I think there’s a little rain check to be collected and then I’m going to f**k you with those garters on.”
She grabbed him and angled his c**k to slowly take him into her mouth. Loving this, loving how much pleasure it gave him, she took it slow, doing all the things she’d learned he liked so much.
Her tongue swirled around the head, digging into that sweet spot just beneath the ridge of the crown. The salt of his skin, of his essence, sprang on her tongue, filled her with desire, made her feel like a goddess that he wanted her so much.
Shane looked down at her, watched his c**k disappear between her lips and pull out again. He loved the way her eyelashes swept over her cheeks.
His fingertips traced over the raised marks of her scars on her back. He’d found it reassured her that he thought she was beautiful. As if anyone could look at her and think anything else. Her scars were as much a part of her as her eyes or those long-as-sin legs. So he loved them too, even as he wanted to take the man down who’d given them to her.
When she’d told him she wanted him to take her, he’d nearly come on the spot. He dreamed of being able to show her the depth of intensity of his desire for her but kept it in check to keep from scaring her. He wanted to take her hard and fast but he’d watch her, especially this first time, to be sure she was all right with everything.
“Cassie, stop. Lay back, leave your legs over the side of the bed.”
She did as he told her to and he marveled at her, lying there on his bed. Her dark hair spread around her head like midnight. Her br**sts, br**sts she thought were sagging, were capped with puckered pink ni**les, just begging for his mouth. Her belly, with no pooch he ever could divine, led to the neatly trimmed patch of hair that shielded her pu**y. Only right then the pretty red panties covered her.
“Next time, put the panties on after the stockings.”
She laughed, a slow, sexy sound that never failed to make him crazy. Reaching down, she pulled at the sides of the panties and they untied. Lifting her ass, she pulled them off and threw them over his shoulder.
“Oh. Very nice. Very nice indeed. You know, I wanted to see these legs wrapped around me but I’m thinking we can save that for another time.”
He pulled out a condom and sheathed himself quickly before flipping her over with relative ease. He did sense her stiffen and he drew a fingertip down her spine. “Shhhh. I want to take you from behind, Cassie. Feel you from this angle, be able to reach around and touch your body, have your clit right where I want it.”
He paused, giving her time to stop if she was freaked but she relaxed. Pulling her body toward him, he brought her feet to the ground and bent her just so, moving to check her readiness.
When Shane touched her pu**y and found her so wet she was slightly embarrassed by how much he turned her on, he made a low sound.
“Fuck. Cassie, how do you do this to me? Make me want you even more when I feel the evidence of how much you want me?” As he finished the last word, the blunt, fat head of his c**k pressed against her, nudging his way into her gate.
She pushed back into him and they both grunted in satisfaction as he seated himself fully inside her.
Losing herself a bit as he began to thrust, her hands gripped his comforter, cool against her heated skin. He felt so good as he filled her up over and over. Her body molded itself to him, took him in and made itself his.
“I want to feel you come around me,” he murmured, leaning down and kissing her shoulder. One of his hands found her clit, fingertips strumming through the wet flesh, bringing the skin of the hood to stroke against the clit. The friction was delicious, right on the edge of just enough but not quite there.
His lips pressed over each one of her scars as the fingers of his free hand stroked lightly over her arms and back and down over the curve of her ass and thighs.
“More.”
In answer, he began to thrust into her hard and fast in deep digs. He gave up the slow tease of her clit and squeezed it gently between slick fingers over and over until she came, screaming into his mattress. All the while he continued to f**k her.
“Damn, you’re so f**king sexy I don’t know what to do. I just want to spread you on a cracker and eat you up. I want to kiss every inch of you. You walk past the front window of the bookstore as I drive past and my c**k throbs. You’ve bewitched me, Cassie.”
