Page 32 of Rescuing Sadie

Sadie jolted at the first touch of his tongue then moaned at the second. His hand came up and he separated her folds and ran the tip of his tongue between them. Groaning, he did it again. And again.

Then he shifted, balanced himself on his elbows, brought his other hand up to hold her open for his mouth, and began to feast. That was the only word she could think of to describe what he was doing to her.

It was amazing and overwhelming at the same time. Sadie wasn’t a virgin; she’d been with men before, but this… No one had made her feel the way Chase did. It wasn’t his technique, per se—it was the enthusiasm he was using. He wasn’t half-heartedly licking her until he felt he’d done it long enough and could get on with fucking her—no, he was devouring her.

Just when she didn’t think it could get any better, Chase shifted again. One hand pulled the hood of her clit back so he could have direct access to the small, sensitive nub, and his head dropped.

He covered her clit with his mouth and sucked, hard. Her hips bucked, but he easily held her down as he feasted. Chase’s tongue swirled and licked and she’d never felt anything like it. Instead of closing her eyes and losing herself in his touch, she watched him.

For a long moment, all she saw was the top of his head, but as if he could sense her gaze on him, he tilted his head up and their eyes met. His pupils were dilated and she could see his jaw working as he made love to her with his mouth.

“Chase,” she whispered.

Her thighs shook and her hips were in constant motion now, bucking under him as her orgasm got closer and closer. Just before she went over the edge, she felt a finger from his other hand slowly push into her soaking-wet sheath, his finger curling as he searched for her G-spot. Sadie had only had one G-spot orgasm in the past, and that was with a lot of trial and error with her trusty, specially-shaped vibrator.

As if he had a map of her body and already knew exactly where to find it, Chase’s finger zeroed in on the bumpy spot inside her. He stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves and she jerked, throwing her head back and clutching the sheets at her sides. When he did it again, at the same time sucking hard on her clit, she lost it.

The strongest, most intense orgasm she’d ever had swept through her body, making her softly cry out and arch her back under Chase. He released the suction on her clit for a moment, but then began to lick it…hard.

“Fuck, Chase,” Sadie cried as her body was forcefully thrown over the cliff once more. She felt his finger moving inside her but it was as if she were having an out-of-body experience. She was there, but she wasn’t.

A sheen of sweat covered her body as she writhed under Chase’s expert hands. When she finally felt as if she could breathe again, she opened her eyes. Chase was crouched over her once more. His boxers were gone and she felt the tip of his cock between her legs. Looking down, she saw that he’d covered himself with a condom while she was recovering and was poised to enter her.

“Sadie?” he asked, waiting for her permission.

In response, Sadie dropped her knees to the sides and opened for him. Her hands ran around his waist to his ass and she gripped him. “Yes.”

As if the one word was all that had been holding him back, Chase was moving the second she uttered it. His hand gripped the base of his dick and he slowly but steadily pressed inside her.

Even though she was soaking wet, she still felt a twinge of discomfort as he pushed into her body.

But Chase didn’t stop until he was in as far as he could go. He moved a hand around to her ass and tugged on one butt cheek, pulling her folds apart a fraction of an inch, and allowing himself one more millimeter of space inside her.

They both sighed at the sensation.

Then he stilled. They stayed frozen like that for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, knowing somehow their lives were forever changed already by the act of him entering her body.

Sadie squirmed under him. The pain had disappeared and, in its wake, she felt full. But she wanted more. Needed more. “Please,” she begged.

“What do you need?” Chase ground out between clenched teeth. “Am I hurting you? I saw you wince but I couldn’t stop. God help me, I couldn’t stop.”

“No!” she cried, closing her knees and hugging his hips, terrified he was going to pull out. “It doesn’t hurt. It was uncomfortable for a second because it’s been a while for me, but please don’t stop.” She squeezed her inner muscles hard, trying to show him without words how he felt inside her.

He groaned. “Fuck, Sparky. You’re going to make me come before I even move inside you. You’re so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t wait. Feeling you around my finger… Hot. Wet. Damn.”

Sadie smiled. He wasn’t using complete sentences, as if he was too flustered to be able to think. “Fuck me, Chase. Make yourself feel good.”

“Oh, there’s no doubt I feel good,” he told her as he slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside her. Then he ever so slowly pushed inside her once more. “No doubt you feel good around me.”

He made love to her then. With slow, gentle strokes. He felt good, but Sadie knew she’d never get off if he didn’t speed things up. Too shy to tell him what she needed, she moved a hand between her legs and caressed his shaft the next time he pulled out of her body. He groaned and she smiled.

Then she used her wet fingers to caress her clit. She jerked at the first touch, still extremely sensitive from his oral ministrations earlier. But the more she played with herself, the better it felt.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Chase said from above her. “How hard can you take it?” he asked.

“As hard as you want to give it to me,” Sadie said. Then she overcame her shyness and told him, “It feels good when you go slow, but I can’t come that way.”

“What do you need?”