Page 78 of Committed to You

“You aren’t going to regret this tomorrow?”

“No. Will you?”

“If you do, yes. I won’t forgive myself if I screw this up with you again.”

“I won’t. You aren’t.”

His eyes are a mix of heat and debate.

“Do you want me?” I whisper to him.

“Yes.”

“Then have me.”

He gulps then slides his tongue into my mouth, with his erection pulsing against my stomach, and his hand firm on the back of my head. His mouth moves to my jaw, across it then down my neck as he pulls my hair to the side, and he spins me. He kisses the back of my neck, and his fingers expertly lower my zipper and my dress slides to the floor.

His soft lips frolic on my naked shoulders as his nimble fingers quickly remove my bra and trace my spine.

I shiver from his touch as months of wondering what he would be like, how it would feel, and if it would ever happen between us come crashing into reality.

My breath labors as his lips trail down my spine, and he pushes my panties to the floor.

“You’re beautiful.” He nibbles on my ear before dropping to his knees.

He inches his fingers from the back of my waist, over to my stomach, and down to my pussy, grazing my slit first then sliding into my wet folds already dripping for him.

“Oh,” I moan as his mouth hits my ass cheek, and two fingers curl within me while his thumb circles my clit.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he mumbles against my skin as his other hand wraps around my thighs and steadies my shaking legs.

Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, my body is clutching his fingers, and the warmth of his breath against my bottom electrifies all my nerves.

“Chase,” I cry out as he increases the speed of his thumb and squeezes me tighter.

I lean backward on him and grab his shoulders as he sends me flying over the edge, creating an orgasm so intense, I lose the ability to stand.

As I breathe through my aftermath, regaining enough leg strength to stand, he slowly releases me, stands up, then spins me around. He quickly picks me up then walks me to the bedroom.

When he lays me on the bed, he strokes my cheek. “Se agapó.” There’s a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before.

Se agapó, I love you.

Before I can say it back to him, he kisses me with so much hunger I’m throbbing for him as if he didn’t just make me soar. His tongue slips against mine like a bolt of lightning, sending currents of electricity straight to my lower region.

My fantasy of Chase is gone. The reality is a thousand times better.

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Chase

Is she really here?

Everything about her is beyond perfection. Her kisses that make me so hard I can’t think straight. The way she smiles or flushes or calls out my name. Her fingers as they dig into my shoulders when she cums.

She came to my hotel room…for me.

Wanting me.

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