Page 67 of Chasing the Sun

His body was warm and hard, and she was surrounded by the tantalizing scent of his cologne combined with their arousal. She kissed a path down the middle of his chest, hearing him suck in a ragged breath as she got closer to his manhood. When she closed her lips around him, he made a loud sound that was half-growl, half-groan.

He buried his hands in her hair and caressed her scalp while she teased him with her lips, tongue, and even her teeth (lightly and carefully). After some amount of time, he came up on his elbows and said, “You have to stop.”

She popped her head up and smiled at him, her lips damp with his wetness. “Are you sure?”

“No, but yes! Get up here.”

She crawled up his body, and he rolled her onto her back and raised her arms above her head, holding them in place.

“My turn now.”

“If you insist,” she said, her mouth splitting into a wide smile.

He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth and then began kissing down her chest as she’d just done to him. When he latched onto her nipple and rolled his tongue around it, she gasped and clenched her legs tightly together.

Even though she’d asked him to speed things up, she could tell he was going to take his sweet-ass time! She plunged her hands into his soft, dark hair and decided to enjoy this while she could. Who knew what would happen after? He could go back to thinking it was wrong, and this might be the only time they’d be together. God, she hoped not.

After feasting on her breasts, he moved down, looking up every so often, presumably, to judge her reactions. He needn’t have worried, because she wasn’t a faker. If she didn’t like something, she’d tell him. So far, she hadn’t a single complaint.

After dipping his tongue in her belly button and swirling it around, he glanced up again.

“Keep going,” she said.

He growled and scooted down until he’d reached the apex of her thighs. She spread them apart for added encouragement, but instead of dipping his head down as she’d expected, he trailed his right hand up the inside of her leg and skimmed his fingers over her center. She was aching for him at this point, anxiously waiting for him to make his move.

He seemed intent on teasing her, though, gliding first one finger and then two through her damp folds. She tilted her hips, desperate for more contact. She wasn’t opposed to begging if it came to that, but he seemed to sense her impatience.

Spreading her apart with his fingers, he bent his head down and swiped her seam with his tongue.

“Bryce…” She arched her back, silently asking for more, and he gave her exactly what she needed.

He lapped and nibbled and sucked until she was writhing unabashedly against his mouth. She felt a tightening in her belly and between her legs and knew that she was already getting close. He remained intent on his task, and the sounds he was making told her he was taking pleasure in this too.

Her hips bucked wildly, and when his mouth and hand alighted on her sweet spot, she exploded, crying out with pleasure at her release. Then she went limp, her hips falling back down to the mattress with a satisfied thud.

She caught her breath as he leaned over the side of the bed and rifled through his nightstand. He came up with a condom and rolled it on while she watched.

“I was afraid you didn’t have one.”

“They were buried way in the back, for obvious reasons.”

She knew he was referring to Molly but was curious how long it had been since he’d had a woman in his bed. Had he brought his dentist “friend” here? She shook her head to clear that unwelcome thought and said, “How do you want me?”

He broke out with a grin, showing off his perfectly maintained choppers, the hallmark of his profession.

“I want you every way, but for now, I want you on top.”

She returned his smile as she straddled him and lined his erection up with her entrance. She was aware of him watching and called on all her feminine wiles to give him a good show.

Wrapping a hand around him, she swiped his manhood over her opening a few times before slowly guiding him inside. They moaned as her body stretched to accommodate him and his hard length disappeared inside her.

It had been a long time since she’d done this, and she’d forgotten how wonderful it felt. Not just the physical act, but to have someone gaze at her with desire, admiration, awe, and in this case, maybe something more. She was afraid to go there, though, and she reminded herself to simply savor the moment.

Once he was fully rooted, they began to move, their hips grinding together in the perfect rhythm.

She leaned over him, her breasts bouncing to the beat, and traced the outline of his lips with her tongue.

“Chloe,” he said reverently before covering her mouth with his.