It helps.
Mostly.
He looks down at me as he pulls back then fills me again. His expression shifts. The softness fades into something dirty and demanding.
I let my eyes close.
Let my head fall.
Sink into the feeling of our bodies joining.
He fills me with slow, steady thrusts.
Then hard, fast ones.
Again. Again. Again.
It's so good, so right, so satisfying. There's no other way to say it.
I'm not empty anymore.
I'm full.
I'm brimming.
I'm—
Fuck.
He holds my legs against his chest as he drives deeper and deeper.
It's so much, so intense it hurts, but in the best possible way.
I look up at Chase.
He looks down at me.
Fills me with steady strokes.
Bring me right to the edge.
My body takes over. I release the bed. Bring my hand to my clit.
He watches, eyes wide, as I rub myself through an orgasm.
Then he pulls me closer, pins my legs tighter, fucks me harder.
His breaths run together.
His eyes close.
His stomach quivers.
I watch bliss spread over his expression as he comes.
It's so fucking beautiful.
His groans bounce around the room.