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her. He should have predicted that she'd react by trying to pull back from him. He didn't intend to let her.
Rachel touched herself at his command, exploring her breasts, the curves, cupping and lifting them, squeezing. She rolled her distended nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and he saw her eyes widen with pleasure and surprise. Her self-consciousness gave way to natural grace, her hands falling into a rhythm that mirrored his as he took her with his fingers. Her breath came faster and her back arched as she rocked into his hand. "Chase . . ."
"You want to come all over my fingers, don't you, pretty Rachel?"
"Yes." She pinched her nipples hard and moved her hips with increased urgency. "God. Chase."
"Just Chase is good enough."
She let out a surprised laugh that turned into a moan as he bent his head and tongued her clit while keeping up the tempo of his thrusting fingers. She nearly came off the bed, and he felt a primitive surge of satisfaction at the strength of her response.
Chase flicked his tongue over the tight bud of her clit again and again, determined to drive her further than she thought she could go. He felt her writhing and shuddering, heard her gasps and moans, and knew she was right on the brink. He withdrew one finger from her. It was coated with natural lubrication that he rubbed over the puckered rose of her anus once before sliding the tip of it into the tight opening.
"Chase," Rachel wailed. He felt her sex spasm, clamping down tight on his fingers. "More."
He sucked her clit hard, plunged his finger fully into her ass, and twisted the fingers buried in her until she broke and bucked wildly, coming apart for him, coming in a rush.
She fell back panting, legs splayed. Chase felt a wave of fierce, possessive satisfaction at the sight of her sprawling boneless in the aftermath of pleasure he'd given her. She deserved it. She'd given him everything he'd asked for without restraint. He'd demanded that she give herself to him, and she had. The completeness of her surrender made his neatly ordered world tilt on its axis.
He kissed the delicate skin of her belly and felt it quiver under his mouth. "Be right back," he murmured against her stomach. "Don't move."
"Couldn't if I wanted to," she said, waving a limp hand at him.
Chase used the adjoining bathroom to clean up, then stoppered the tub and let it fill while he rejoined Rachel in the bedroom. She hadn't moved, as ordered. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Feeling better now?"
"Well. More relaxed physically, anyway." She looked up at him. "Mentally? Emotionally? Hard to say."
"What upset you?" He sat beside her, his hip bumping up against hers, and took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb in lazy patterns on her palm.
"I don't know. It's not that we don't know each other. That actually makes it easier. I think it's because, well, I'm not like this."
Chase fought to keep a straight face. "Who bought the whipped cream? Who picked out the neon latex rainbow?"
Rachel bit her lip. "I
wanted
to be like this. I wanted to be the kind of woman who had fun sex, who did something unexpected."
"I have news for you." Chase lifted her hand to his lipsand planted a kiss in the center of her palm. "You are like this."
She shook her head. "I'm not. I'm boring, Chase. This naked handcuffs thing is not me."
"Yes, it is. Who you are in bed is who you are, Rachel. If this wasn't you, you wouldn't have had a good time." He placed her hand against his chest, cupping his over it to keep it there, and studied her for a minute while he considered his next words. How could she be so blind to something that was so clear to him? "Maybe your self-image needs a little readjusting."
She frowned, doubt and disbelief plain on her face. "That would take a lot of readjusting."
"I'm up for it." He kissed her because he wanted to and because he could, then stood and tugged her up by her hand. "Come on."
He led her into the
Rachel touched herself at his command, exploring her breasts, the curves, cupping and lifting them, squeezing. She rolled her distended nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and he saw her eyes widen with pleasure and surprise. Her self-consciousness gave way to natural grace, her hands falling into a rhythm that mirrored his as he took her with his fingers. Her breath came faster and her back arched as she rocked into his hand. "Chase . . ."
"You want to come all over my fingers, don't you, pretty Rachel?"
"Yes." She pinched her nipples hard and moved her hips with increased urgency. "God. Chase."
"Just Chase is good enough."
She let out a surprised laugh that turned into a moan as he bent his head and tongued her clit while keeping up the tempo of his thrusting fingers. She nearly came off the bed, and he felt a primitive surge of satisfaction at the strength of her response.
Chase flicked his tongue over the tight bud of her clit again and again, determined to drive her further than she thought she could go. He felt her writhing and shuddering, heard her gasps and moans, and knew she was right on the brink. He withdrew one finger from her. It was coated with natural lubrication that he rubbed over the puckered rose of her anus once before sliding the tip of it into the tight opening.
"Chase," Rachel wailed. He felt her sex spasm, clamping down tight on his fingers. "More."
He sucked her clit hard, plunged his finger fully into her ass, and twisted the fingers buried in her until she broke and bucked wildly, coming apart for him, coming in a rush.
She fell back panting, legs splayed. Chase felt a wave of fierce, possessive satisfaction at the sight of her sprawling boneless in the aftermath of pleasure he'd given her. She deserved it. She'd given him everything he'd asked for without restraint. He'd demanded that she give herself to him, and she had. The completeness of her surrender made his neatly ordered world tilt on its axis.
He kissed the delicate skin of her belly and felt it quiver under his mouth. "Be right back," he murmured against her stomach. "Don't move."
"Couldn't if I wanted to," she said, waving a limp hand at him.
Chase used the adjoining bathroom to clean up, then stoppered the tub and let it fill while he rejoined Rachel in the bedroom. She hadn't moved, as ordered. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Feeling better now?"
"Well. More relaxed physically, anyway." She looked up at him. "Mentally? Emotionally? Hard to say."
"What upset you?" He sat beside her, his hip bumping up against hers, and took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb in lazy patterns on her palm.
"I don't know. It's not that we don't know each other. That actually makes it easier. I think it's because, well, I'm not like this."
Chase fought to keep a straight face. "Who bought the whipped cream? Who picked out the neon latex rainbow?"
Rachel bit her lip. "I
wanted
to be like this. I wanted to be the kind of woman who had fun sex, who did something unexpected."
"I have news for you." Chase lifted her hand to his lipsand planted a kiss in the center of her palm. "You are like this."
She shook her head. "I'm not. I'm boring, Chase. This naked handcuffs thing is not me."
"Yes, it is. Who you are in bed is who you are, Rachel. If this wasn't you, you wouldn't have had a good time." He placed her hand against his chest, cupping his over it to keep it there, and studied her for a minute while he considered his next words. How could she be so blind to something that was so clear to him? "Maybe your self-image needs a little readjusting."
She frowned, doubt and disbelief plain on her face. "That would take a lot of readjusting."
"I'm up for it." He kissed her because he wanted to and because he could, then stood and tugged her up by her hand. "Come on."
He led her into the
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