Page 65 of The Chase
“Please,” I managed.
“Want me to stop?” His breath was warm on me.
“No, never stop.” My back arched higher when he slid two fingers inside me and my muscles clenched against his gentle thrusts, milking him. I let out a gasp when he pressed my G-spot and at the same time his tongue came down on my swollen clit and he began a mind-blowing rhythm.
His right hand reached for my mouth. He muffled my groan as I came, wave after wave of pleasure that felt never ending, eyelids squeezed shut, shuddering through.
Tobias lifted his head. “I wanted to taste you like this the first moment I set eyes on you.”
My face burned like fire as my brain flashed that image of our first meeting in The Otillie basement, the realization unhinging my equilibrium.
In a wave of dizziness, the back of my head struck the desk.
Swooning, lost to reason, I let him turn me over up onto all fours, my head low and my forehead meeting the desk, my arse up in the air as he dragged me back toward him.
“Ready?” he said huskily.
The sound of a packet ripping open.
I peeked to see him glide on that condom over his hefty erection, his cock curled upward and achingly stiff, immovable.
No.
“Leighton, are you ready?” he repeated.
“Yes,” I managed, biting down on my hand, readying for his first thrust.
“Shush,” he soothed, his hand reaching around to run along my cleft, finding and flicking that perfect place on the hood of my clit sending a pulse of pleasure...
Sending me into euphoria.
My throaty groan of need subdued as I pressed my mouth against the back of my hand.
At the same time the tip of his cock tapped my entrance, before easing in, pausing inch by inch as he waited for me to stretch and accommodate his hugeness.
“Both hands on the desk,” he commanded.
Bracing myself, I readied for him, holding my breath, this sudden fear caught in my throat.
“Hold on tight.” Easing all the way in, Tobias’s languid glide felt surreal, as though he’d tuned into my body’s needs, its limits, with each passing second altering his movements until I relaxed against him, arching my spine and tilting my butt up to greet him and ease his glide all the way in, my sex rippling around him, my overly sensitized clit throbbing each time his balls struck there.
It wasn’t enough, I yearned for more...
As though reading my mind, his hand swept round to play with me again. “Oh yes.” I pushed back.
My need for faster, harder strikes were sensed by him too, his pummeling teasing me, leading me on, keeping me at the height of ecstasy as though he alone could control when I came.
Curling his left hand through my hair and gripping it tightly, he tugged my head back, lighting this primal yearning to be taken, my wish fueled as he drove into me fiercely, the soft sound of him slapping against me, the feel of his balls striking my sex until I could no longer hold back and had to let go, becoming his, my body lax, my thighs trembling in response to his pummeling.
The climax captured me, mind, body and soul splintering like glass, this pleasure so intense, so blinding, that I barely caught my last thought that I’d never experienced anything like this.
I’d never felt so enraptured.
Never had an orgasm owned me beyond all reason.
“Leighton.” He moaned. “You feel incredible. I knew you would.” Swirling his hips in a circle.
Couldn’t speak, couldn’t think...too much pleasure was centered in my core to be able to string any thoughts together.
