Page 28 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Twenty

Chase

I continuedto rub excess oil into Macy's skin. It was so fucking fun bringing her to orgasm. She reacted with every inch of her body as if she'd been craving that level of satisfaction for so long she wasn't going to take any of it for granted.

I needed to stretch my legs out and my cock needed to be relieved of my kneeling position. My poor cock. It was never going to forgive me. At one point, when she seemed almost to plead my name, I was sure she'd ask me to fuck her. But it never happened.

I stretched out on my side next to her, placed my head on the pillow and faced her. Her long lashes fluttered open. She was bone tired and in need of a good night's sleep.

"Ten stars," she sighed.

I kissed her lips.

"I can't believe what happens to my body when you touch me." Her words were stretched and slow. "And then I reach this point in time where I think either this ends with an orgasm or I die. A simple, quick and wholly unsatisfying death. Do you ever feel that way? Like you will just die if you don't get to finish?"

I thought about the two times that I'd been in her bedroom and smiled. "Yeah, I've felt that way too."

"Thank you for not letting me die." Her voice trailed off and her eyes closed tight. She was asleep.

I watched her for a few minutes, the way her lip twitched ever so slightly while she slept and the soft sounds she made. Then I climbed off the bed and wrapped the blanket around her. She didn't even stir when I leaned down to kiss her cheek. She was out. And I was out too. Out of my mind with wanting this woman.

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