He cared about her. She’d be a fool to think otherwise. Butlove…
Movement tore her from her thoughts in time to see Chase pulling his zipper the rest of the way down. Thankful she hadn’t missed the delectable moment, Scottie watched and waited while he removed his pants and his boxer briefs together in one fell swoop.
His cock sprang forward, the sight stealing her ability to breathe.
Oh, my!
To say Chase was a blessed man would be a massive understatement. The man was long, hard, and ready.
Scottie started to move, to reach out and touch the temptation before her. But the frustratingly handsome man clearly had plans of his own.
Chase wrapped both hands around her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. He dropped to his knees, sliding his hands from her ankles to her thighs. When he gave a gentle push, she was happy to oblige.
Accommodating his unspoken request, Scottie spread her legs open, giving him the access she knew he needed. An appreciative rumble sounded from deep within half a second before Chase took her with his mouth.
“Ah!” she cried out, despite having anticipated the intimate contact.
His lips were hot. His tongue was wet. Put them both together, and…
She. Was. Lost.
Oh, god!
Scottie’s moan was loud, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was too busy floating on a cloud of euphoria, lost in a sea of unimaginable sexual pleasure.
He teased and toyed with her swollen and sensitive clit. Chase used his fingers with the expertise of a god, pulling every ounce of pleasure her body had within it to give.
His tongue swirled around the tiny bundle of nerves. His fingers—first one and then another—entered her greedy core.
Moving the digits in and out of her body at a slow, steady pace, he took his time showing her how a moment like this should feel. The experiences in her past had been fine and even fun. But being with Chase…like this…was so very different.
Because it was more.
More passion. More pleasure. More emotionally driven desire.
Even before tonight, no other man had ever compared. And while Scottie knew the moment was far from over, one thing was already abundantly clear.
I belong to him.
He owned her, heart and soul, even if he had no idea. She was his and always would be, regardless of whether he felt the same.
“Oh, yeah,” she panted. “Oh, god! Please…don’t stop!”
His fingers were like magical pistons thrusting in and out of her wet, needy core. Chase added more pressure with his tongue and his lips, expertly working her clit to begin building the path to her ultimate pleasure.
Scottie could hear how wet she was but didn’t care. Her only focus was on trying not to pass out from his sensual rapture. Chase continued playing her with perfection as if he knew her own body better than she ever had.
And when the pressure heightened to unprecedented levels, Scottie fisted his hair and begged him for mercy.
“Please, Chase,” she pleaded past her heaving breaths. “I’m so close…I’m going to…”
Release struck, and suddenly, Scottie felt as if she were flying. Soaring to new heights while blinding flashes of colors and lights filled her orgasmic vision.
Her entire body stiffened, her back arching high off the bed. It was almost as if she’d been struck by lightning. Electrified by a climactic explosion so powerful, so all-consuming, it felt like what she envisioned to be an out-of-body experience.
Scottie wasn’t sure how much time passed before Chase slid his fingers free. She wasn’t even sure she was still on planet Earth at this point, but neither of those things mattered. Because the second she became enveloped in his masculine warmth, she knew.
This is exactly where I’m meant to be.