Page 29 of Wild Pucker

Chase's tongue plays a wicked game with mine, coaxing and soothing, teasing and tempting. My hands find their way into his hair. I grip it and pull slightly, forcing a growl from him. The masculine sound makes me shiver and goosebumps prickle my skin. I want more. I want to touch him and feel his skin on mine.

My hands rove Chase's back as he kisses my jawline and neck. He wedges his thigh higher between my legs and I can't stop my body's reaction as I grind down on him, trying to find the friction I'm craving. My fingers find the bottom of Chase's tee and move to pull it up. I want to run my hands over his chest and the taut muscles of his stomach. God, I want to lick him from head to toe. Chase is the type of man I bet would taste like candy. Like a fucking dream. He's like the rainbow rocket of popsicles. Just when my hands finally meet the hot skin of his abs, he grabs my wrists and pulls them away, pinning them above my head.

"I want to touch you," I pant, struggling to get out of his grip. But my resistance is weak because being at his mercy like this makes me hotter.

"This isn't about touching me," he purrs, nipping my earlobe. "It's about me touching you. It's about proving that my touch is the only one you'll ever need. You're going to come for me, Lily, and you're going to love it."

I hum in tentative agreement arching towards him, anxious and just a little bit nervous.

"It's okay," I say. "I don't want you to be disappointed if I don't."

Suddenly, Chase stops and pulls back. I start to protest but he silences me with another press of his lips against mine. A sweet kiss, not one of his usual soul-devouring kisses.

"Let's get a few things straight," he says, voice serious. "You could never disappoint me, Lily. You're perfect." My throat suddenly feels tight, but I swallow and nod. "Next, you are the most responsive, sexy woman I've ever known. There's nothing wrong with you and I will prove it right here, right now."

Before I can protest, Chase scoops me up and carries me into the office, kicking the door shut. My heart stutters like it might malfunction as he spots the small loveseat near my workstation. He lays me down, kissing me again and again. I love his weight above me and the calm but determined movements of his hands working on the buttons of my jacket. Within seconds, Chase's hands are on my breasts and I didn't know this could feel so good. I relish the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of my white t-shirt.

I don't know if Chase is a boob guy, but mine aren't big. They're small B-cups, and the knowledge that Chase has probably been with women a thousand times more polished and beautiful than me makes me shy away.

“Oh no, you don’t." Chase grins, pulling me back. "I have to worship these." Then, he's lifting my shirt over my head and unsnapping my bra like a pro. For a moment, he just stares at my naked chest and hard nipples, making me nervous all over again.

"Fuck, Lily," he breathes. "Beautiful doesn't do you justice." I blush at his perfect words, and of course, he would know all the right words to say because why wouldn't he? With his tongue working my nipple, I realize he has all the right moves too. I squirm as he focuses on one breast, then the other. Seriously, I don't remember this ever feeling so damn good. I never thought I was a boob-stimulation woman, but when Chase touches me, I light up like a switchboard. I've never understood why men are obsessed with breasts, and in the few times someone's played with mine, I had to stop myself from laughing. Guys are so into touching boobs, and I could take it or leave it. I'd much rather a man focus on the magical bean between my thighs. But right now, I'm definitely having a tit-to-clit epiphany.

Chase kisses a path down my stomach to my belly button and smirks up at me when he reaches the top of my black pants. He looks so confident and roguish that it makes every muscle in me coil, begging for release.

Logistically, I know where this is headed. Or, at least I'm pretty sure he wants to put his mouth where the money is, so to speak, as he undoes my zipper and shimmies my pants down my legs. I don't stop him, but I automatically tense when he lowers himself between my thighs. Being the attentive man he is, Chase notices the shift in my demeanour.

"What's wrong?" he pauses, propping himself up on the loveseat, looking at me with concern.

"You don't have to do that," I say, motioning towards my pussy which is still covered by a slip of cotton decorated with little watermelon slices. Hell, I wish I'd chosen better underwear this morning. Thank fuck, I'm up to date with my grooming. I'm one of those women who obsessively shave everything on the daily. There's just something lovely about being smooth everywhere.

"Do what?" he asks, feigning ignorance. He knows what I'm talking about and he's making me say it. I've never had a guy go down on me before. Derrick never tried, or he didn't want to try. And the thought of Chase doing it for the first time both thrills and terrifies me.

"This. That. You know," I repeat, motioning toward my lady bits. "I know guys don't like it, and I've never had it done to me before, so you don't have to." Chase gives me an incredulous look like I've just started speaking a different language. Embarrassment creeps over my skin as I flush.

"That's bullshit," he states matter-of-factly. "I will always be completely honest with you, Lily, especially when it comes to sex. Right now, there is nothing in this world I want more than to taste you. I want to eat your pussy like it's a fucking chocolate cake and have you come on my tongue."

I gape at him as heat floods my panties. Oh, god, that mouth! No one has ever spoken to me like this, and I think I like it. Derrick was always very proper in the bedroom, even when I tried to convince him to be more adventurous. The one time I attempted to give him a blow job, he stopped me and told me he didn't want to "degrade me" like that. It didn't matter that I wanted to do it or that I didn't find it degrading at all. He had to have been the first man in the history of the world to turn down a willing woman offering head. It was a blow to my fragile ego. Derrick was a missionary man, and that got old fast when I wanted to try other things, but his rejection stopped me from asking.

I mean, yes, there are things I'll never have the desire or urge to try. I'll never be into threesomes or orgies; I have zero interest in sharing or being shared. I highly doubt there will ever be a situation where I'll want to be choked, fisted, or paddled. I'm into pleasure, not pain. A slap or love tap? Yes. Handcuffs? Yes, please. I could get into a littleFifty Shadesof sexy times. And there are definitely things I'm curious about trying sexually, but Derrick never let me explore any of them with him, which made me think I was doing something wrong.

Chase's lips find mine again, and his hand cups me through my underwear.

"You like it when I talk dirty to you, don't you, Lily?” he chuckles. "I know it because I can feel how hot and wet you are. I can see it when your eyes darken with interest like you want to ask for more but aren't sure how. Do you want me to kiss you here?" Chase asks, grinding the heel of his palm into my clit. The sensation makes me jump and moan at the same time.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Yes, what? Tell me what you want, Lily."

"Yes. I want your tongue on me, in me."

"Tell me you want me to eat this pretty little pussy."

I hesitate, and Chase chuckles as if daring me to be dirty. He knows I never back down from a dare. "I want you to eat my pussy, Chase."

Heat flashes in his blue-green eyes, and in one smooth pull, my underwear disappear. The cool air hits my heated, damp skin, and I suck in a breath.

"Mmm," Chase hums, lowering himself between my thighs and kissing the tender skin around their apex. "I'm glad no one has ever tasted you, because this," he says, slipping a finger inside me and curling it toward my G-spot, "is mine."

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