Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(71)

Regardless, since he seemed to be waiting for answer, I said, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he said against my neck then I knew what he was talking about because I felt him guide the tip of his c**k against me.

He hesitated for just a moment.

And I got it. I understood.

And he was going to get it.

And he was going to get it because it was his.

I turned my head so my lips were at his ear and I urged, “Take it.”

Under my hands it occurred to me that his body felt weirdly like it was straining.

“Take it,” I repeated softly.

I felt the tip nudge inside.

“I’ll go slow,” he replied, his voice so low it was like a groan and he eased out then he eased just the tip back in.

“Come inside, Chace,” I whispered.

“You’re so tight, baby, don’t wanna hurt you.”

My arms grew tight, my thighs pressed into his h*ps and I told him the truth.

“Honey, come inside, take it, it’s yours.”

“Faye –”

“Now.”

“Baby –”

“Please.”

His hand moved from between us up my belly and around, to become an arm around my waist and he slid in a little deeper.

Okay, oh God, that felt good.

His lips moved up my neck and his c**k slid even deeper.

Okay, right, wow, that felt better.

His tongue moved down my neck and he slid in deeper.

Oh God, all right, even better.

He slid in deeper and then he, again, stopped and eased back out.

Wow, wow, fabulous.

“Chace,” I whispered, my hands drifting over the skin of his back. “Do you need me to do anything?”

“No, baby.” His voice was low, hoarse, beyond thick, sounding pained.

“Come inside,” I breathed in his ear. “Take me, honey, I’m yours.”

That did it.

He surged up, his mouth came to mine as my body settled and I felt him inside, all the way, full of him, connected to Chace. Finally.

Beautifully.

Me full of Chace, the best feeling in the whole fraking world.

“Fuck, baby, I gotta move,” he groaned.

“Move,” I encouraged and he moved, his thrusts controlled, fluid, rhythmic and very, very nice.

Oh God, why hadn’t I been doing this for longer?

As he moved, his thrusts going faster, still controlled, his arm moved from around my waist, in over my belly and down and I felt his thumb right where I didn’t know it needed to be until it was there.

Oh God, seriously, I’d been missing out.

My mouth opened under his as my h*ps surged up.

“Wrap your legs around me, Faye, hold on tight,” Chace ordered, I wrapped my legs around his h*ps and his thumb pressed deeper and circled.

Holy frak.

“Yes,” I breathed into his mouth.

His tongue slid into mine.

He moved. He pressed. He circled. His tongue matched his thrusts. My skin tingled. Tremors shot through my system. My blood, already fired, went molten. I kissed Chace back and my hand slid down to cup his behind and urge him to give me more.

He gave me more, faster, harder, oh yes, amazing.

Chace tore his mouth from mine, buried his face in my neck and I heard both of our heavy breaths as he groaned into my skin, “Jesus, f**k, so sleek, so tight, f**kin’, f**kin’ beautiful.”

“Honey,” I breathed, the word hitched in the middle because his thrusts had increased in power and were jolting my body. My hand not at his behind slid up his spine, into his hair and fisted in an effort to hold on.

I gave another hitched breath, this one for a different reason and I continued to receive Chace’s thrusts but his forearm went out of the bed so I also took his weight. His hand went to mine at his behind, his fingers curling around my wrist, he pulled it away, up, slid his hand into mine, laced our fingers then, still thrusting, he planted his forearm back into the bed but holding my hand.

Holding my hand.

Holding my hand.

Hard. Tight. Fingers laced.

Like he’d never let go.

Suddenly, like a shot, it hit me, my legs and arms tensed and I cried out as I came again. Not harder, not longer but for some reason way, way sweeter.

When I came down, his thumb was gone, his arm shoved under me, his hand curled around the back of my neck and his mouth came to mine as he kept thrusting, deeper, deeper, God, I loved having him inside me.

Then his h*ps bucked into mine, stayed planted, he groaned into my mouth and I loved that even more.

Nearly instantly, his lips left mine, slid across my cheek and I heard his labored breathing in my ear as I felt mine even out.

We were lying in the dark in the middle of night but everything about that moment I felt with a clarity I’d never had before.

Everything.

His weight on me, our bodies connected, his hand warm at my neck, fingers wrapped firm around the back, our fingers laced in the bed, his breath sounding in my ear, drifting across my skin, his weight on me, his thick, soft hair in my hand, my legs wrapped around him.

I hoped I never forgot that, any of it, not any of it, for the rest of my life.

I’d given Chace Keaton my virginity like I decided I wanted to do at the age of sixteen.

He took it and, before, gave me two orgasms and during, gave me another one.