Page 175 of The Chase
My body on fire with passion as he trailed his fingers along my cleft and then raised it to show me how wet he’d made me.
His hands clenched my breasts, kneading them, ignoring my plea that this was too much. My back arched, captured in an erotic suspension right on the edge of falling—
With a swift movement he twisted his body onto all fours and buried his face between my thighs into a perfect sixty-nine and he lavished affection with his mouth, using his fingers to ease back the folds so he could own my clit, sucking and letting go, sucking and letting go...
Until all I could do was lap weakly at the tip of his cock, too gone to think straight or respond, reeling into another orgasm.
At last he untied me.
Bringing me up to sit on his lap facing him and stilled long enough for me to adjust to his girth as his cock slid all the way in.
“Circle your hips,” he ordered.
Looking into his beautiful green eyes, circling my pelvis round and around, making a wider circumference, thighs shaking through another rising orgasm, my scream silenced by his mouth as his lips crushed mine and he kissed passionately, endlessly.
Time fell away...
Proving not only Tobias’s ability to refrain from coming, but his mastery at every position. He fucked me from behind, taking me from the side, hanging off the bed, moving my limbs into inconvincible poses—
We settled with his back against the headboard and me sitting on his lap again, only facing the front, my back to his chest with my thighs strewn over his.
I rose and fell, rose and fell, taking him all the way into me and keening forward when his fingertips danced on my clit, flicking and circling, slowly at first and then fast until I exploded into a million pieces of blinding light.
Mesmerized...
Joy at the feeling of him coming within me, his final burst of aggression and I loved every second of his show of force.
We stilled, our bodies drenched in perspiration and the remnants of sex, our bodies a perfect lock as his fingers trailed over me, my breasts, my throat and back to my sex where he possessively cupped me with his hand.
He held me like this for a long time.
Not moving. Not letting go. Proving his ownership. Until I collapsed in a heap, too exhausted to go on.
“See how good we are together?” His thumb brushed my clit. “We’re perfect for each other.”
My heart ached so bad, needing this to be true. All I had to do was believe in us. Inhim.
I gave a weak nod. He let me sleep.
At last.
And semi-consciousness took me down with it.
* * *
My eyes popped open and I raised my head off the pillow, my vision adjusting through the dark to look over at Tobias. He was fast asleep, his limbs stretched out on the bed with a leg over mine.
I slid away from him and maneuvered out of bed, feeling sore and achy.
I bent to retrieve my panties and pulled them on. I left the rest not wanting to waste time.
Pausing by the door, I glanced back to confirm he was still sleeping. Tobias looked so calm, so peaceful, and guilt found me in the dark as I felt my way along the wall.
I entered the living room and after a brisk search found nothing. I hurried on and soon discovered the door to his den. There was nothing suspicious in there, either, and I went back the way I’d come, toward the east side, through the kitchen where the scent of our delicious dinner lingered.
I found his office. The desk large and the room tidy. A blank wall calendar. An antique typewriter on a shelf. And near it were books on archeology and others on art. A photo of a young couple who could have been his parents, their similarity familiar. A photo of an older man. His uncle, Fabienne, perhaps?
There was another door at the back.
