Chapter Twelve Chase #2
We’re face-to-face, her bare legs wrapped around me. Our lips barely touching as she reaches over my shoulders, gathering my wet T-shirt and dragging it up and over my back.
Water drips on my head when she pulls it over, before bringing her lips close to mine as she answers, “You’re like riding a bike . . . The real question is, do you remember how to do me?”
She tosses my shirt on the floor, and the fabric hits with a smack. But my attention’s on her as my stomach caves, tickled by the smallest amount of the curly hair she leaves unwaxed. Evie’s breasts press against my chest as she drapes her arms over my shoulders.
Fuck, she feels good.
The corner of my lips pull into a smirk. “Evil, fucking you is the only thing I’m better at than cooking.”
And I’ll stand by that for life.
Her eyes are locked on mine, anticipating my move. But I take in a deep inhale-exhale as she searches my eyes, my palms exploring the slippery surface of her back.
I could explode and seal my mouth over hers. Kiss her roughly until her perfect pout is bruised and we’re fucking like animals.
But I won’t.
Instead, I lean in slowly, closing the millimeters that separate us, and kiss her, gently. Our warm lips press along with our bodies. And I feel her shudder before her wet hands weave through my hair.
She asked for me to take it all away, and the only way I can do that is to make it last until she’s so fucking spent that all she can do is sleep.
And even then, I won’t leave her.
My eyes are closed as her full lips part, welcoming mine to glide between them. We’re slow and steady, the world fading into fuzzy edges and blurred lines as we kiss, lips gliding and slipping between the other’s before I tilt my head and tease the tip of my tongue to hers.
A quiet moan leaves her throat before she wraps her arms tighter around my neck, dipping her tongue inside my mouth to dance with mine. Our breath mingles as we lose ourselves to this.
I swear to god, time stops. Because nothing outside this tub matters.
It’s just her and this goddamn kiss.
My head rocks as we entangle passionately, deeply kissing to the steady rhythm of lust that dances over our lips. It picks up pace as she arches her body, pressing her bare breasts against my chest, and I squeeze her tighter in a hug, feeling how hard her nipples are.
I want to put one in my mouth and roll my tongue over it until she’s breathing heavy and rubbing her legs together.
But I can’t stop kissing her.
My hold loosens to let my hands explore her slick, sudsy body, running them down her waist to her ass.
She sighs into my mouth, circling her hips.
Goddamn. Everything about the way she moves her body and responds to my touch is divinely sexual. Evie is effortlessly erotic.
And all I want is her naked body on mine, skin to skin, completely connected.
My hands splay over her ribcage, lifting her off me because I’m still wearing my fucking jeans. She groans her dissent as our mouths break apart, our faces staying trained in each other’s directions, still wanting more.
“Unbuckle,” I make out before we’re locked on each other again, lips sealed as if our lives depend on it.
We’re more breathless this time, the kiss amping up to fevered and decadently impassioned as she reaches down under the warm water, fumbling around for the button on my jeans, before I feel the waistband loosen.
“Off,” I growl, mad I have to stop kissing her again before I stand, and she squeals.
Water splashes up over her face as I shove them down my legs, throwing them to where my shirt’s creating a pool on the tile. She playfully splashes back at me, so I rumble a growl, leaning down, ready to pounce, but Evie pushes to her knees in front of me. And I’m arrested.
She looks up at me with those amber eyes, slowing time as she reaches for the boxer briefs clinging to my skin before, inch by inch, she slowly peels the waistband, then lets the fabric drag roughly over my hips.
My jaw slacks, eyes hooded as I stare down at her beautiful face and watch her undress me.
The way her fingers make little gliding motions as she gathers the material gives me goose bumps. But as she pulls them down, the change of air hits the smooth tip of my strained cock, making me suck in a breath.
My hard length bobs forward, heavy and veiny, begging for her attention.
“I want to taste you,” she whispers against my skin, pressing a kiss just under my belly button.
But as much as I want her mouth on me, I want inside her more. So I reach out, gripping her wrist, stopping her from taking the briefs down any further.
Evie licks her lips as I shake my head.
“No. That’s for round two. Round one is us . . . me between your legs, our eyes locked, mouths hovered, while we make slow, sweaty love. And we don’t stop until you come so hard, sound stops being an option.”
I don’t give her time to protest before I reach down, cupping my hands under her armpits and dragging her up. All the way up, so she’s forced to wrap her legs around my waist.
“Okay?”
She stays silent, her eyes never leaving mine, but she nods.
“Good.”
I right my briefs and step out of the bath. One strong hand on her ass, the other palm presses to her back, my fingers sliding up toward the nape of her neck.
Our gaze stays locked as I walk her out of the bathroom, wet socks and all.
My ass flexes with each sturdy step back into her room before I lay her down on the bed, keeping a hand on her heavenly body as I jerk my briefs down, kicking them off along with my socks.
She scoots back toward the headboard, and I follow, our bodies only staying inches away.
We’re still staring into each other’s eyes. And it’s intense.
She shivers as I nestle between her thighs, letting my hard cock press against her clit. But she’s not cold, she’s overwhelmed by this feeling.
I am too.
I can’t describe it. The way we just fit feels like an addiction I never want fixed. Her knees fall open as she slides her hands up my back while licking her lips and all I can think is Goddess.
Damn. A heavy breath leaves me as I curl my hands into fists around the comforter, the fabric gathering between my fingers.
“All I can think about is how tight and wet your cunt is for me.”
She takes a quiet breath, tipping her chin to the ceiling and closing her eyes as she runs her hands up my chest.
I remember how warm she feels. And how with each stroke, she contracts, trying to keep me inside her forever.
My voice comes out rough and deep. “I need to fuck you, before I do anything else. But you don’t come. I mean it.”
I rock against her clit, hovered over her, giving her the friction she wants, before I’m rewarded by her gasp. Top five sound. Keeping my weight off her, I hold myself up with one hand as I reach between us with the other, taking my throbbing cock in hand, position it at her entrance.
She whimpers feeling my tip, and my jaw tenses. I circle it, teasing her, letting it push inside for a moment as I drag my hand down over my shaft before I deny her.
“Oh god . . . Chase,” she breathes out seductively.
My eyes close, and her nails gently scratch up my back before I finally go home. She sucks in a breath when I slowly push my hard cock inside her, stretching her pussy around my size.
“Yes . . .” she pants as I reach down, pulling one of her legs up and over my hip, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
The feel of her slickness over my shaft takes my breath away as I bottom out. Fuck. She feels so damn good. So much so, I press my pelvis into her harder, wanting to go even deeper before I feel her contract around me.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper.
She says nothing, but her mouth is on my neck, kissing and licking before she sucks, hard.
That’s right. Mark me, baby.
I slide my other hand up her arm, holding her wrist above her head. My eyes drop down the curves of her body. Her breasts are full, and her dark nipples pebbled. And there are goose bumps on her soft stomach that lead all the way down to where we’re connected.
My eyes are fixed there, staring at her swollen clit peeking from between her curly hair, as I watch my cock draw out of her, only to push back in.
“You feel so good, Evil,” I breathe out hoarsely. “I could fuck you for days at a time.”
“Promise?” she moans. “Because your dick is magical . . .”
I smirk, connecting our eyes. “You like me fucking you, Evie?”
She nods, but I raise my brows, making her bite her bottom lip before she whispers, “Yes, Chef.”
“Good girl.”
Her body reacts along with her face as I roll my hips, giving her everything I promised. Breaths turn into panting. And wrists held hostage become held hands as we fuck. No . . . make love.
I’m making love to her.
Our mouths so close we’re sharing air, our eyes connected so deeply I can almost read her thoughts. I’m taking my goddamn time.
The taut part of my stomach rubs her clit in such a perfect way with each stroke that I feel her wrap her other leg around me, but I told her not to come. And I meant it. We have other business to handle before she comes like this.
This was just a taste test to satisfy my palate.
I push in and out as she arches and mewls. Fuck, I’m almost trembling with the need to keep going, but I pull out, leaving her gasping and me growling.
“No . . . come back,” she breathes out hard, but if I do, I won’t be able to stop.
She keeps her legs wrapped around me, trying to reconnect us, but I ignore her, unhitching her legs before I sit up and flip her over without warning.
“Chase,” she squeals, making me grin.
My hands are rough as I force her ass in the air and make my way down, positioning my face between her legs.
“Have a seat,” I rumble deeply.
She sits, straddling my face, blinking down through those long lashes of hers as she bites her bottom lip. I know she’s well versed in exactly what I mean. And to prove my point, Evie lifts one hand at a time, grabbing the headboard before she covers her wet pussy over my mouth.
Fuck. Me.