whispered, and collapsed forward to lie chest to chest with Chase, burying her lips against his, moving only her hips now.
Chase felt his throat burn as he growled, hips juddering up against hers. He couldn’t hold back. She was milking him, working her hips on his in a relentless rhythm, and all he could do was let go.
“Jamie…” He gasped her name as he felt himself about to release. “Now, Jamie. I can’t stop…Please don’t stop.”
He grabbed her hip with one hand and drove her down onto him, arching upward as he climaxed, scratching the fingers of his other hand down her spine. He felt her inner walls clamp down around him, and she screamed, coming with him. He felt liquid heat burst out of him, filling her, and then she crushed herself down hard onto him, riding a wave of climax, and he shot again, thrusting hard enough to lift his entire lower half off the bed.
Jamie collapsed, limp, onto him, shuddering and quaking with wave after wave of orgasm, and Chase couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow his manic plunging into her. She gasped breathlessly into his ear, making desperate sounds as Chase finally slowed.
They lay silent together, panting, shuddering. At long last, Jamie rolled off him, carefully drawing his softening member out of her.
“I have to pee so bad,” she said, slipping off the bed.
Chase watched her naked body as she walked, feeling desire roll through him, even as he was still trembling with the aftershocks of climax. She was so beautiful. He felt his breath catch as she came back to him, breasts swaying slightly in a pendulum rhythm, hips gyrating from side to side as she walked. Chase rolled to a sitting position and shifted his legs off the bed. Jamie stopped just out of reach, copper curls wild around her shoulders, pale skin like flawless ivory, eyes like luminous chips of jade.
“God, Jay. You’re so lovely, you take my breath away. Literally. I had to remind myself to breathe just now, watching you, naked and sexy and just-fucked.”
Jamie’s face twisted with emotion, clearly overwhelmed by his words. “You’re too sweet, Chase.”
“It’s nothing but the truth, sweetness.”
Jamie moved closer, one step at a time, until she was standing between Chase’s knees. He reached up to hold her hips, and she rested her hands on his shoulders. “You like when I look just-fucked, do you?”
Chase laughed. “Yes, I do. I fully intend to keep you looking just-fucked as long as I can. I might feed you once or twice. I might even take you out to dinner, if you please me.”
Jamie’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh, if I please you, hmm? And how do I go about pleasing you, master ?”
Chase grumbled low in his throat, a ruminating sound. “Hmmm. You’ve done well so far. But I’m still feeling a bit…peckish.”
Jamie huffed a confused laugh. “Peckish? What the fuck does that mean?”
“I means I’m hungry. I need to eat.”
“Oh, I see.” Jamie’s expression told him she wasn’t following yet.
He pressed his palms together, flattening his hands, and slipped them between her thighs, pushing them apart. “Yes. And at the moment there’s only one thing I want.”
Jamie let him part her thighs, thrusting her chest out as he pressed his lips to her belly, then trailed kisses lower and lower. “And…oh, god…and what would that be?”
Chase lay back on the bed, leaving his feet planted on the floor, and pulled her toward his face, causing her to climb up onto the bed on her hands and knees. He cupped his hands between her thighs to cup her ass from beneath, pulling her forward, then guided her torso upright so she was kneeling above his mouth, core directly over his lips.
“What would that be?” Chase murmured. “Can’t you guess?”
“No.” Jamie shifted, seeking balance. “This is dangerous, Chase. I’ve got no way to balance myself like this.”
“I’ll hold you.” He extended a hand up and Jamie took it in both of her hands,
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