Page 22 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Fifteen

Macy

I was still tryingto decide if being blindfolded helped relax me or if it was having the opposite effect when Chase slipped his hand beneath my bottom, lifted it up and pushed a pillow underneath me. My hips were arched higher than the rest of my body. His fingertips grazed my skin, and I startled. I felt my panties being slow dragged over my thighs and then off my feet. His strong fingers wrapped around my ankles, and he placed my feet on the bed so that my knees were up.

I was completely exposed. That feeling should have made me self-conscious. Instead, a warmth circulated through my body, letting me know that I was enjoying the thought of Chase looking at me. My earlier case of nerves had vanished, and it felt as if a much more wanton version of Macy had taken over. I wanted this. And I wanted to see his face as he looked at me. I needed to see that lust that he'd so erotically just described in my ear.

I reached up and pushed off the blindfold. Chase was kneeling between my legs. His eyes were a sharp green, intensely bright, as if hungry with something that no amount of sustenance would satisfy.

His eyes stayed on my face, watching me as he scooted down to his stomach, his long legs hanging off the bed as he settled comfortably between my thighs. I had never had this kind of intimacy, and the reaction in my body and between my legs was profound.

I sucked in a breath and held it as Chase ran kisses along the inside of my thigh. Each time his mouth pressed against me, something deep inside, an internal drive that I never knew existed, made me scoot my ass forward on the pillow. I wanted him to touch my pussy. I needed him to touch it. But he lingered, he took it teasingly slow, stroking my inner thigh with his tongue.

As his dark head moved closer to me, I could feel the light stubble on his jaw tantalizingly scrape my skin. His warm breath tickled me, causing a shiver to run through me. Then his fingers trailed lightly over my pussy, and a whimper bubbled from my mouth.

My eyes drifted shut. I gripped the coverlet on my bed, waiting, wondering just how this would end. He had hardly touched me yet, but my body had reached a crescendo, a build up of wanting something so badly I could hardly think about anything except the pulsating need between my legs. And it seemed that the release of energy, when it finally came, would be like nothing I'd ever felt before. It also seemed that if that release never came, I might just die from disappointment. I needed that ending, that satisfaction, or I might just whither into a ball and sob.

"Chase," I said, on a pleading whisper. "Please." I wasn't completely sure what I was begging for, but I knew whatever it was, Chase had it.

I sucked in another breath and held it as Chase kissed my pussy, softly at first, barely registering a touch and then with more pressure. He added a gentle teasing flick of the tongue, and I released the breath I'd been holding on a long, luxurious sigh. It was as if every ounce of feeling in my body was concentrated in one place, my pussy. Chase was now controlling me with his mouth and fingers.

His fingertip pressed between the folds of my pussy, stopping at the hard nub. My clitoris became a magic button, and as Chase caressed it, I felt my entire body hurdling toward something, something explosive. I found myself contracting my bottom and pushing harder against his mouth, signaling him I needed more. He answered my muted plea by slipping his finger inside of me.

The cotton cover on my bed was bunched in my hands as I gripped the fabric, not sure what else to hold onto to keep from floating away into a delirious erotic haze. As he impaled me with his finger, his tongue and mouth kept my clitoris tight with arousal. His free hand slipped under my bare bottom, and he lifted me higher and harder against his mouth. Instinctually, the muscles in my legs and body tensed as if they were working hard to put all the focus on my pussy. Every touch, every caress brought me closer to something that was still a mystery but that was something I now needed more than I'd ever needed anything.

Chase moved with perfect rhythm and precision, not a movement wasted. Everything he did created more heat and made my pussy drip with moisture. My thighs squeezed together as if they had a mind of their own. Chase's thick hair brushed against my skin, but the tickling sensation fell away fast. All I could think about were the sensations overwhelming my pussy.

Chase's thick finger dipped inside of me again, and his tongue lathed over my clit. And that was it. My body was wracked with undulating waves of pleasure. I cried out, unable to stop myself. I reached for Chase and tangled my fingers in his thick hair, needing to hold onto something. He continued, rhythm and focus unbroken by the twisting, trembling motion of my body as I absorbed the explosive sensations.

As the waves receded and I felt myself coming back down to earth, my breathing slowed and my head cleared. Chase lifted his face up from between my thighs and grinned at me.

"And that, my beautiful angel, is just one of the things you've been missing out on these last four years."

He sat up on his knees and then dropped down on his side next to me on the bed.

I turned toward him and still felt a rush of tingles in my pussy. "What's that phrase? I think it's a Cher song. 'If I could turn back time'.”

"That's all right. I figure we've got four years of catching up to do, but lucky for you, you've found someone who can catch you up in a month's time."

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