Page 27 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Nineteen

Macy

Chase's handswere pure heaven as he smoothed the fragrant oil over my tired body. The truth was I'd gotten myself into a bit of a funk after I'd crunched numbers from my first week in business. I was working so hard, but it seemed I really hadn't considered just how hard this was going to be to do on my own. Meeting Chase in the midst of it had thrown me off my game some too, which wasn't great. But I still wasn't willing to give him up. He could stick around for as long as he wanted, although I reminded myself daily that that wouldn't be long. I was certain Chase wasn't the stick around type.

In the meantime, I was learning about the physical pleasures I'd been missing all these years. And I was sure I couldn't ask for a better person to introduce me to those tasty delights than Chase. Now if I wasn't falling for him at the same time, I'd pat myself on the back for becoming a sophisticated, modern woman. But I was falling for him, so I was holding back on the self-congratulation.

As his capable, strong hands made their way along my back and sides, a rush of heat surged between my legs. I couldn't stop thinking about the exquisite sensations Chase had filled me with when he'd leaned down between my legs. My inexperience was quickly erased by his experience. He knew his way around my body as if he had a map etched in his brain.

As if any more luxury needed to be added to my lavender laden massage, Chase leaned over me and planted kisses along the back of my neck. I mewled softly, letting him know that he was hitting all the right places.

I could feel his hard, muscular body looming over me as he gently and erotically kneaded my muscles. "You've got some tension in this lower back," he noted. He spread his hands wide and rolled them up my back, smoothing out all the kinks with his magic touch.

As my body relaxed and my head was filled with a lavender cloud, the same urgent pulsing need I'd felt before, when he'd brought me to orgasm with his hands and mouth, returned. This time the ache felt hollow as if the only way it could be satiated was if it were filled.

The rough denim of Chase's jeans scraped my thighs as he scooted lower. He used his knees to spread my thighs wide. I obliged him by moving them even wider. I wanted to let him know that I wanted him there, between my legs.

"That's it, darlin', let's see a little more of you."

I pushed my legs wider still and reached up to grip the edge of the pillow that I rested my cheek on. The expectation was making me so wet with desire, I was sure he could see it.

The bed lurched side to side as Chase reached over me to the second pillow I had tucked against the headboard. He slipped it beneath me so that my ass was up higher than the rest of my body.

"Perfect." His voice was deep and gravelly.

He settled back between my widespread thighs and smoothed oil over my ass. This time the mewl was a long, shuddering moan. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his strong hands on me, massaging away the day's tension, all the while creating a frenzy of heat in my pussy. I clutched the pillow in my fingers and found myself lifting my ass higher, inviting him to explore every inch of me. Which he did. His hands smoothed along the backs of my thighs and then journeyed back up toward the apex between my legs.

I gasped as his fingers grazed my pussy, teasing me almost mercilessly with their light touch. I wanted so much more than that. Chase had brought me back to that heightened sense of pleasure where nothing but an explosive ending would satisfy me. I cried out in relief when his finger slid inside of me.

"Oh, Chase," I whispered across the pillow.

As his finger dipped inside of me, his free hand reached between my body and the pillow and settled against my clit. Even sandwiched between my pussy and the pillow, his thumb deftly strummed my clit. I felt the bed move, and for a moment, I thought he might strip down and fuck me. I bit my lip, slightly terrified and slightly thrilled at the prospect. I wasn't sure if I was ready. I'd been waiting for so long, I wasn't sure if I was mentally prepared for it. As badly as I wanted him, I wasn't sure yet.

But he didn't undress and he didn't climb on top of me. Instead, his mouth pressed against my bare bottom, sprinkling it with kisses as his hands brought me closer to climax.

"Chase, please, don't stop," I pleaded.

"Never," he said between kisses.

I moved my ass higher and harder against his hand, wanting him to go deeper. In seconds, I writhed desperately against the pressure of his hand and his mouth as if I was racing for something, something that was just out of reach but that would be well worth the effort. And as I reached that edge, the abyss that I knew would soon swallow me, I cried out. "Oh, yes, Chase. Fuck yes!"

My body shuddered and a glaze of warm perspiration covered me as my pussy clenched in spasms around his hand. He leaned over me again, stroking my back and bottom as my heart rate returned to normal. I relaxed my head against the pillow and let my mind drift into a drowsy state of bliss.

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