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“I believe you said you wanted to start with a thorough recon mission. Go ahead. Get the lay of the land.”
I keep our gazes locked as my palms explore her pale plains and delicious curves, the gentle swell of her belly, and the generous globes of her ass. I say nothing, but I’m sure she hears my appreciative nicker as I take her in.
My first pass was all for me. I enjoyed the feel of every inch of her. On the next foray, I pay attention to what she likes, watching her pupils dilate, or the subtle lift of her chin when I caress a sensitive spot.
I’ve avoided the obvious erogenous zones. “Saved the best for last,” I murmur.
When I rest the weight of her pretty, brown-tipped breasts in my palms, she can’t help but suck air in through her teeth. It’s only when I strum the hardened tips with the pad of my thumb that she finally grants me a noise of appreciation. It’s the slightest, most feminine moan.
“I knew you’d be sensitive, Jo.”
I learn her. Assessing what she likes best, the soft pass of my thumb, the pluck between two fingers, or a gentle roll and twist. Perhaps they put some predator into the test tube when they created me, because I’m enjoying teasing her, heightening her need, watching her slam her lids shut and arch her back for me so I can take more of what she so eagerly wishes to give.
It’s when I bend my head, unable to wait a second more, and suck her little bud into my mouth that a real moan escapes her lips—long and low and loud enough to echo softly through the room.
Her fingers comb through my hair, then lodge at my nape. It’s a loud message that she doesn’t want me to stop.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jo
I’m flying. Or is it floating? I’ve been with so many guys who would have been balls-deep in me by now, but this sweet, slow torture from Chance is more mind-blowing than anything I’ve ever experienced. My body quivers under his touch, electricity coursing through my veins as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
I feel my cream dripping at the top of my thighs, a delicious ache building between my legs. Although I want Chance inside me so badly, I also want what he’s doing with his mouth and fingers to go on forever.
His lips move expertly over my hardened nipple, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to my core. His silver hair glimmers in the soft moonlight cascading through the high windows, making him look ethereal and otherworldly.
In my head, I’m giving silent instructions. I need to feel him between my legs. I’m desperate. Frantic. If not penetration, maybe he could just… I let out a satisfied sigh as his palm finally moves, gliding from my waist to my ass, across my hip, teasingly close to where I crave his touch the most.
But instead of granting even the tiniest bit of relief, he’s hovering there, scant millimeters from my flesh, prolonging the exquisite torment. The scold creeps into my voice as I can't contain my desire any longer. "Chance!" I plead, wanting him to fulfill my burning desires.
He nips my bottom lip playfully, intensifying my craving. My body thrums with need as I anticipate his next move.
“Ask nicely.” His voice is thick with desire, his eyes burning with lust.
“Please, Chance. I’m going to explode if you don’t touch me,” I beg, my voice filled with desperation and need. I've never felt this kind of ache before, this intense yearning for his touch.
I don’t know how a virgin manages to have so much self-control or so much command, but he has the audacity to poke my hip with the tip of one finger
“Touch you here, Love?
“Chance, touch my pussy. Please.
His hand flies to the spot between my legs, cupping me so tightly it almost lifts me off my feet. I can't help but gasp at the sudden contact.
"Fuck, Jo. You’re dripping wet," he growls, his voice filled with hunger.
"For you," I whisper breathlessly, my voice laced with desire.
Cupping my ass, he lifts me effortlessly in his arms and sets me on the bed, positioning me on my back. His hands glide up from my ankles to the inside of my knees, spreading my legs in slow, deliberate increments. The hungry look in his eyes sends shivers of anticipation down my spine, making my skin tingle with excitement.
He lowers his equine half to the floor and pulls me to the edge of the bed. His warm, rough palms slide up from my ankles to the inside of my knees, spreading my legs. His face is a study in rapt attention as he exposes my pussy inch by delicious inch.
Most guys I’ve been with weren’t in a hurry to pleasure me like this. If they did, their efforts were rushed, hidden in darkness, or done with minimal time or effort. But not Chance. He takes his time, exploring me as if he’s uncovering a hidden treasure.
“You’re so fucking beautiful down here. I want to learn every fold, Jo. I want to make you come and come and come until you can’t move.”
“Who’s stopping you?”
