Page 35 of Furious
This is the weirdest feeling in the world; I’m exhausted and horny at the same time.
“Hmm.” I moan when his lips glide down my neck, stopping at the base. Being kissed there drives me crazy and I moan again.
CHANCE
I swear I wasn’t gonna jump Zara.
My intention when I snuck into bed with her was to fall asleep with her in my arms.
But she’s naked, except for her panties. And I’ve never felt softer, silkier skin than hers.
I try to lie still, but she feels so good that I’m instantly rock hard.
“Hmm.”
Her moan goes straight to my cock and I grind against her soft but toned ass.
My lips find the back of her neck and I kiss my way down to the base, my mouth open and light. Things change when I reach the spot where her neck joins her shoulder. Zara loves being kissed there. I apply some pressure, sucking onto her skin and nipping her with my teeth when she lets out another moan.
Her ass is smashed against my crotch and I lose my fucking mind.
“Baby,” I whisper. “If you do that, there’s not going to be any sleep for a little while.”
Her voice is as soft as the rest of her. “I’m tired, but you feel too good. I want you.”
Thank fuck. If she had said that she wanted to sleep, I would have probably laid down here trying to think unsexy thoughts; or, more likely, I would have had to go into the bathroom to take care of myself.
“I never not want you.” I admit, cupping her perfect tits from behind. “But if you’re too sleepy…”
She turns her head to offer me her lips. “No,” she murmurs between kisses that start soft but become harder and deeper with every passing second. “I’m never too sleepy for you.”
God, she’s so fucking perfect.
“Do you want to turn around, or do you want to try it like this? From behind?”
The answer is another grind of that spectacular ass of hers.
I keep playing with one of Zara’s hard little nipples with one hand, while the other goes on a journey south.
She’s so wet, I can feel it through the silk of her panties. “Such a good girl,” I whisper, tormenting her earlobe between my teeth. “Always so fucking wet for me.”
The next grind of Zara’s hips pleases both of us; she thrusts herself into the hand that slipped inside her panties while rubbing her gorgeous ass against my cock.
A guy could lose his fucking mind like this. But there’s no one else I’d rather lose it for.
I fight the urge to just ram into her and fuck her into oblivion. The desire to make her feel good is just as strong as the need for my own pleasure.
So I slow my roll and drag my fingers down the bare skin of her slit. I tease her, touching everywhere except where I know she wants it most.
“Chance, please.” She whimpers.
The sound of my name on her lips is the best thing I’ve ever heard.
“I’ve got you, baby.” I murmur, circling around her clit with a featherlight touch. “Is this what you want?”
Another desperate grind against my hand.
I increase the pressure of my fingers, playing with her sensitive little bundle of nerves.
