Page 63 of Stolen Kisses

I wanted to touch her bare flesh, but for now, I caressed her over the fabric. My cock twitched as I felt her panties dampen and then get even wetter. The friction of the fabric on her sensitive skin was insane. I felt it in the way she clenched her muscles and grabbed my shoulders.

When I knew this was more torture than pleasure, I slipped my finger inside her panties, tracing the same part of her with my thumb before circling her clit. Then I dipped my thumb inside her. She went wild, thrashing around.

"Chase, please."

Hearing her beg was tugging at my self-control. I sat down on the couch and pulled her over me.

“Chase,” she muttered, straddling me, “we need a condom.”

“I’ve got one, but don’t worry. For now, you’re only getting my fingers, then my tongue.” I pushed the strip of fabric covering her pussy to one side and played with her sensitive flesh.

I alternated between doing that and circling her clit. I had her at my mercy—or so I thought. She grabbed my cock, sliding her hand up and down.

"Hannah!" My voice was nothing but a groan. I kept touching her, moving my fingers in the rhythm she liked. She was an open book for me; I could read every arch of her back, every bend ofher neck. With my other hand, I touched her breasts as I kissed her shoulders.

She let go of my cock, digging both hands into my thighs while pressing her nails into my flesh. She was close, so damn close. And I knew exactly what would bring her over the edge.

Keeping her panties to one side, I slapped her pussy twice and then pushed two fingers in while I pressed my thumb to the right of her clit. She bucked so hard she nearly slid off my lap. I put one hand on her back, keeping her in place while I worked her with my other hand. I wanted her in this position, standing still. Then she could take every drop of pleasure I wanted to give her.

I followed the cues of her body, pressing my thumb on her clit. She exploded in the next second, rocking her hips back and forth.

I held her for a few moments until she stilled.

"That was delicious,” she murmured.

“It was just the start.”

Getting us both to our feet, I turned her so she was in front of the couch, and then I lowered her on it, keeping her ass on the edge. I didn't want to wait too long because she was still sensitive. She’d come again fast. I spread her legs wide, touching her inner thighs. Her skin was so damn soft, and I wanted to kiss her some before I made her come again. I went to her right inner thigh, kissing in a straight line to her pussy. She gasped, and I felt her muffled cry. She was bracing herself, but I wasn't going for her center. Not yet.

I placed my mouth on the inner part of her knee, trailing upward before slowing as I came closer to the apex of her thighs. Then I pressed my tongue against her opening. I slid my tongue inside her and then slowly moved up to her clit, intending to give her more pleasure than she thought possible.

I played her body to the rhythm I wanted, alternating between sucking her clit and moving my lips up her torso. She gasped desperately every time I moved away from her center, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. I wanted her to be able to absorb all the pleasure.

"I love exploring you," I said. “Your body is so damn exquisite. I love every single curve.”

I kissed her belly before moving back down to her pussy. She was ready. I slid two fingers up and down her opening while I worked her clit with my mouth. When she clenched her thighs and pushed her ass up just a few inches in the air, I slipped those two fingers inside her. She cried out even more beautifully than the first time.

She went soft in my arms, her thighs shaking and her breath uneven. I made to get up for the condom, but she pulled me on top of her. “No. Where are you going? I want you right now.”

She licked her lips, and I pressed my thumb on the bottom one and then her jaw.

“We need a condom, beautiful.”

“Oh, yeah. That.”

I straightened up. “Let me go get my pants. I left them in the kitchen.”

I returned with a condom quickly, tearing the package on the way and putting it on. She was still waiting for me on the couch, leaning with her back on the seat.

Her ass was hanging out over the edge. Standing in front of her, I grabbed both her hands, helping her to her feet. Then I kissed her, walking backward with her until I propped her against the glass. She gasped at the contact. Since the shutters were closed, no one could see us.

"Do you like that?" I asked her.

“Yes! The glass is cold. And our bodies are hot.”

I whirled her around and pushed her up against the glass. She shuddered and rested her forehead on it, then her palms.

“Chase, what are you doing to me?”

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