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Slap.
I could barely breathe. I could barely stand. Pleasure and tension were warring inside me, and I was at his mercy. I wasn't in control of anything. It was so damn freeing.
I dropped my head back, crying out. He pressed the flat of his tongue against my center until I finished coming, and then he immediately stood up, wrapping his arms around me and working on the belt.
"Let's get you into bed, love. You've gone all soft."
I kept my newly freed hands around his neck, walking slowly. He was right. I didn't know how else to describe the state my body was in. I'd never experienced this before.
As we entered the bedroom, I started coming back to myself, registering small details. His skin was hot, and there was a slight sheen of perspiration on the back of his neck. He wasn't wearing boxers either.
Well, look at that. He didn't let me take them off, but he had no problem doing it himself.
I sat down on the bed. His erection was right in front of me. I licked him once, from the base to the tip, and his hips jutted forward.
"Fucking hell, Hannah," he exclaimed. Then he climbed in bed, placing my ankles on his shoulders and shoving something under my ass. It felt like he'd bunched together some fabric, but I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was going to have him inside me soon.
He pushed in slowly, but I was too hungry for him. I tilted my pelvis, taking him in even deeper. He groaned and stilled.Then he showed me no mercy, not that I wanted any. I needed another release. Every thrust was harder and somehow deeper. I wasn't sure how this much pleasure was even possible. Perhaps it was because I’d already gone over the edge twice, but I was dangerously close again.
There was virtually no light in the room, not even the moonlight, but I somehow still managed to see the contour of his body, the slight hunch in his shoulders.
"I'm close," I murmured when I couldn't stave off the orgasm any longer.
The next second, he pressed one finger on my clit, and I combusted, crying out even louder than before.
I was certain I would lose my voice. Through my moans, I heard him too. The sounds he made were ferocious and primal, and I knew his release was exactly as delicious as mine was.
Exhaustion overwhelmed me almost immediately. I had a hunch that Chase was just as tired; he wasn't saying anything, simply caressed my hair.
I fell asleep and then woke up to pitch blackness.What time is it?It was clearly still night. I wondered what had woken me up. Then I felt his hand moving up and down my back. I was lying on my belly, hugging a pillow. I turned my head so I faced him. He was lying down too.
"Are you awake?" I whispered.
He laughed softly. "You think I'm touching you in my sleep?"
"I wouldn't put it past you," I teased.
"Sorry I woke you up. I thought if I was gentle enough, you wouldn't know."
"I don't think I was in deep sleep. What time is it?"
"It's two o'clock in the morning. Go back to sleep."
I blinked a few times. "No can do. I'm wide awake now so, by all means, keep touching me."
He rested his hand on my buttock and shifted closer. "Do you want to talk?"
"I've just realized what woke me up. We didn't discuss what you plan to do about, you know, the crisis."
He took in a deep breath. "I texted with my brothers."
"When?"
"About an hour ago."
"Did you sleep at all?" I asked him.
"No. You went out like a light, but I couldn't fall asleep."