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“Holy shit.”
“What does it feel like?”
“Like I’m going to…Oh, God, like I’m going to explode.”
“And you don’t want that?”
“No. Yes.” I grip onto the sheets, and he lifts my legs onto his shoulders. “Chase.”
“Look at me.” I thrash my head from side to side, and his voice firms. “Open your eyes, Summer.”
I do and look down to find his gaze on mine, hovering over me, and I know, down in my gut, that this is not how I want to come for the first time. “Not like that.”
He quirks a brow. “Okay. How?”
“Up here.” He moves over me and brushes my nose with his. “Like this.”
“Any way you want it, sugar.” He kisses me once more, and I can taste myself on him. My body calms, putting me right back into my comfort zone, but this time, it’s a comfort zone that’s on fire.
I hear Chase open a packet, and I lift my legs higher on his hips, ready for him.
“You need,” he kisses my chin, “to open,” my cheek, “your gorgeous eyes for me.”
He likes it when I look at him, and it makes me feel vulnerable.
Just like succumbing to an orgasm does. And that’s my hangup. I don’t want to be vulnerable with anyone.
“You’re overthinking again,” he murmurs and presses the tip of his cock against me. “I’m going to take this slow.”
“Just—”
“Say just do it, and I’ll spank your ass.” I blink at the words said so calmly yet so firmly as his hazel eyes are bright with lust and are pinned to my own. “We’re doing this, babe. You and me, together.”
I take a deep breath and hold his gaze as he presses into me, and when he’s seated fully, I grin at him.
“I didn’t know if you’d fit.”
“Jesus, saying shit like that makes it hard for me to go slow.” He rests his forehead on mine.
I laugh now, squeezing him, and he groans. He laces our fingers and presses my hand to the bed above my head as he starts to move, and all of the sensation from a moment ago comes back, pushing me higher and further than I’ve ever been before.
“I see you shutting down,” he says. “Don’t do that, Summer. We’ve come too far for that.”
I don’t want to. It’s an automatic reaction to intimacy.
“Ah, babe,” he moans. “So fucking good. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words, most of all, are what’s driving me up further. And then he releases my hand and cups my face, kissing me long and slow as his hips move. I grip onto him, feeling myself slide closer and closer to a place that I’ve never allowed myself to go to before.
“That’s it,” he croons to me as he keeps the rhythm slow, with long, deep strokes. “Ah, your pussy is a fucking vise around me. Jesus Christ, Summer, go over.”
“Yes.” The climax rips through me like claws, the heat, the absolute need pushing through me in waves. “Chase!”
He moans as he follows me, pushing against me with small, intense pulses. Every muscle in his impressive body is tight, and when he opens his eyes and pins me in that intense hazel gaze, I realize that this is what intimacy is.
Body, mind, and soul.
I press my hand to his cheek, and he turns to kiss my palm before he shifts onto his side and rolls me to face him. He brushes my hair behind my ear and kisses my nose.
