Page 81 of Keep Me Never
My hands are on her before I even think, sliding over soft curves and flushed skin, fingers skimming reverently across her ribs. I’m not rushing this. Irefuseto.
This isn’t about getting off. It’s not even about control.
It’s about watching her come undone. Slowly, completely, and with no doubt about who did it to her.
She arches when I kiss the spot just above her left breast, sucking a mark onto that delicate skin there.
Her hips lift off the bed like she can’t help it, her body’s begging.
I press my hand between her thighs, but not to play. To hold her still.
“Stay down,” I purr against her throat. “You’ll get what you need. But you’re gonna take it the way Igiveit to you.”
She moans.
And I swear it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.
She tries to grind up into my hand, chasing friction, but Ikeep her pinned, applying just enough pressure to let her feel how close I am. Not giving in. Not yet.
“Didn’t I say not to move?”
She whines, frustrated, but I don’t let up.
“You want it that bad?” I kiss down the center of her chest. “Then take what I give you. Not a second before.”
She nods, her body trembling beneath mine, but that’s not enough.
“Say it.”
“Please,” she breathes. “Please, Chase.”
Fuck.
My restraint shreds a little at the edges.
I reward her, my mouth on her now, slow, open kisses down her stomach, letting her feel my breath, my teeth, everything I’m holding back. She’s panting before I even get my hands on her properly. By the time I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, she’s already soaked.
“Goddamn,” I mutter, mostly to myself. “You’re this worked up just from me telling you whatnotto do?”
Her knees jerk, and she nods again, desperate.
I slide two fingers along her slit, oh so fucking slow.
“You’re so good, baby,” I say, kissing the inside of her thigh, nipping a moment later. “Let me ruin you.”
She lets out a broken sound when I finally press into her, her pussy hot and tight, trying to suck me in when I only offer a half a finger. I swear I already feel her pulsing around me.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “There she is.”
I add a second finger, and pressing deeper, watch as they slide in and out of her heat, slick and coated with the proof of her arousal.
I could fucking come in my pants from the sight alone.
I just fucking might.
I add a third finger, driving in harder this time and her back lifts once more.
This time I don’t push her down, I jolt up, catching her nipple between my teeth, and hold on.
