Page 42 of Chasing Smoke

Thank fuck.

I bring my hand up and around her neck, drawing her face to mine. Our lips meet, and all my anxiety about if this is right or if we should really test these waters evaporates. Nothing has ever felt more right. I slip my tongue in her mouth, and she inches closer. The sounds she’s making… fuck, I’m done for. Our tongues fight for dominance, but then she ultimately hands it over to me.

I lift her by the waist and bring her over so that she’s straddling me. Her fingers dive into my hair as she grinds against my hardening cock in my jeans. With one hand holding her face and the other gripping the curve of her ass, I push her tighter to my pelvis, eliciting a glorious moan from her.

She tastes like perfection, and the feel of her pressed against me, her tits rubbing against my chest, is nearly euphoric.

I drift my hand down from her face to her breast, my thumb brushing along her pert nipple underneath her thin sweater. I pluck it between my thumb and finger, and she yelps into my mouth, grinding down hard on my stiff cock.

It’s both heaven and hell every time she bears her weight down on me.

“I want to make you feel good.” I punch up with my hips, and her head drops back.

Her elongated neck is too tempting, so I kiss a path up her neck as I stroke her nipple with my thumb. Her hip movements increase in not only speed but strength, and I swear my cock is nearly bursting out of my jeans. But this pleasure isn’t about me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper in the shell of her ear. “And sexy.” I bite on the lobe, and she groans, her fingernails scraping along my neck.

I can tell she’s chasing an orgasm by the intensity of her movements, and there’s nothing I want more than to see her fall apart right now. To let go of everything and just feel.

“I want to watch you come, Collins. Take what you need to get there. I need to see it.”

I’m a desperate man with a singular focus. I lift my hips just enough to provide a little more friction for her.

When I pull back, desperate to watch, her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back, hands on my shoulders. She grinds against me as her fingertips push into my shirt. I have no doubt that if I were shirtless right now, I’d be left with crescent-shaped indents in my skin.

Her movements grow jerky, then she holds her breath for a beat and cries out, her body rising and falling a few times.

I can’t take my eyes off her.

Then she curls in on herself, falling forward so her head is buried in my neck. Her labored breathing hitches.

I graze my fingers up and down her spine. “Fuck, that was hot.”

She straightens and looks at me, face flushed as if she’s embarrassed now that the moment is over.

“Don’t you dare do that.” I cup her face in both hands.

“Do what?”

“Act sheepish. It was hot as fuck.”

She meets my gaze. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Collins shifts her weight, and I cringe at the movement on my still-hard cock.

She frowns. “I don’t think I’m ready to have sex—with anyone.” She adds the last bit quickly.

I tuck some of the hairs framing her face behind her ear. “There’s no rush, Collins. We take this as fast or as slow as you want.”

“But what about…” She nods down toward my bulge.

“Don’t worry about me.” Though the first thing I’m going to do when I get home is jerk-off to memories of her dry-fucking me.

“Okay.”

I kiss her forehead. “I should probably go, though. I have an early morning.”