I really like it.
"I'll fuck you any way you like, princess." He places a kiss on my inner thigh. "But I'm the one who makes demands."
"Chase—"
"Is that a yes?"
I nod. "Please."
"You can beg." He drags his lips a little higher. "But it's not gonna help your case."
Holy shit.
He's so…
This is so…
I…
He…
Uh…
I press my eyelids together. "Please." It's all I can say. He's barely touching me and I'm already achy.
I'm empty.
I've never been so acutely aware of how empty I am.
Or how badly I need to be filled.
He drags his lips higher, higher, higher—
There.
His lips brush my sex. Then they're on my other thigh. He works his way down my leg with soft, slow kisses.
Then it's the scrape of his teeth.
The tiniest hint of pain.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Higher and higher and—
There.
His lips brush me.
Softly.
Then harder.
He explores me with his tongue. Flat strokes. Thin strokes. Short. Fast. Hard. Slow. Long. Deep.