She was on her elbows, her ass lifted to him, her flesh stretched tight around the base of his erection as he shook his head and fought against the need to come.
Never, never had he had such a hard time controlling his own cl**ax. He could f**k for hours. He could send a woman screaming into half a dozen orgasms before he came once and only broke a sweat from the exertion. Not the need to hold back.
Until Kia. Until he touched her, held her, until he knew a pleasure that burned through his senses like the cascade of lava from a volcano.
Slow.
His hands clenched her h*ps as she tried to lower them. She would try to press her cl*t into the bed as he shafted her ass. The lightest pressure would send her blazing into orgasm right now.
He slapped the side of her ass.
"More. Please. Please. More."
He breathed in roughly at her cries. He tapped her harder, slid his c**k in and out with slow strokes. Nothing hard. Nothing fast. Just a steady impalement and retreat, working her open, feeling her tighten around him as her cries became distant and dazed.
She was losing herself to the pleasure. That was where he needed her. Ah God, he needed her there faster.
He pushed inside her, paused.
"Don't stop!" She bucked back against him, trying to close her thighs tighter together as he held them open with his knees.
Sweet God. Pinpoints of sharp, ecstatic sensation tore along the shaft of his c**k to his balls. He could feel the tremors of release shuddering in his scrotum, rippling up his back.
There was only one thought in his mind, the need to come. To fill her. To pump his seed inside her.
Chase shook his head and ignored the harsh, heavy beat of his heart. Slowly. Slow and easy. She was almost there. Almost.
Once he took her where he needed her to be, the rest would be easier. Her complete surrender. The utter submission to the pleasure, to where each touch he could give her would fill even her subconscious. Ease her. Make each venture into a new realm of pleasure easier for her.
He hoped. Unless this adventure was too soon.
He shook that thought away. He wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't let it happen.
"Ah Kia." He leaned over her, letting one hand move from her hip to the rounded curve of her breast.
Her nipple was so tight beneath his fingers that the slightest pressure had her jerking, nearing cl**ax.
He nipped her shoulder, smiling at the thought of the pleasure, agonizing, addictive, that he could feel rolling through her.
He closed his eyes, shafting inside her ass with slow, shallow strokes. He had to keep the sensations peaking without pushing her over the edge.
"Chase. Oh God. Chase, please." The sound of desperation filled her voice, pleasure so rich, so intense she couldn't ask for it to end now.
But he was approaching his own limit. The feel of her ass, so sweet and hot around his dick was going to cause him to go off. He couldn't maintain it. Not at this level or he'd lose it for both of them.
He eased out of the tight grip, sliding free of her.
"No!" Her hoarse scream rent the air. "Don't you stop, Chase. Not yet."
He held her in place, his hands on her hips, keeping her from pressing her cl*t into the mattress for those few, imperative seconds when she could have actually achieved her orgasm.
Once it passed, a shudder racing up her spine, Chase released her and moved from the bed.
"Where the hell are you going?" Panic filled her voice.
"Not far, sweetheart," he promised, keeping his voice even as he stepped into the bathroom. Once there, he pulled a supple, inflatable butt plug from its packaging and washed it thoroughly before washing his cock. As he dried and wiped the sweat from his chest, he gazed back at her.
She was watching him, her look fierce, filled with raging hunger as her h*ps undulated on the bed. Instinctive. She was keeping that pinnacle instinctively. He wouldn't have to regain the ground he had lost in moving from her, in giving himself a chance to ease his own level of excitement back to a controllable point.
Lifting the erotic toy from the sink, he moved back into the room. She looked at it, at him, and closed her eyes, knowing what was coming.
Chase eased behind her once again. He lubricated the toy quickly and pressed it against her.
"Take it," he growled. "Like you took me, Kia. Take all of it."
She moaned and eased back.
"There you go, beautiful girl," he whispered as she worked herself farther onto the thick base. "Take all of it, for me. Slow and easy."
Kia pressed back, feeling the thick toy stretching her, easing inside her as she began to sob with the pleasure. It filled her, thicker, tighter than she was used to, until it became fully lodged within her.
The thick toy narrowed at the bottom, locking at the entrance while the wide, flared base held it in place.
Then it began to thicken inside her, stretching her farther. The inflatable toy had her screaming in pleasure within seconds, twisting, burning as it filled her. She was coming apart, and yet she wasn't. So close to orgasm and yet so far away.
"Oh God, Chase, please." She arched back again, crying out his name, her fingers curling around the strap, a sob tearing from her throat. "Please."
Chapter 19
Kia could feel the perspiration soaking her skin, dampening her hair. She could feel sensations whipping over her flesh, places untouched but still tingling in pleasure. There didn't seem to be a place on her body that didn't vibrate with the intensity of the arousal swirling through her body and her mind.
She wasn't certain where she was within herself. She was no longer grounded, no longer certain where parts of her ended and parts of Chase began.
She only knew the pleasure was endless, flowing and building, rasping over nerve endings, rippling over her flesh, burning through her mind.
Once Chase had the plug inside her rear, inflated and securely in place, he turned her to her back and eased over her.
She couldn't touch him. She whimpered at the need to touch him.
"It's okay, baby, just feel for me." His lips brushed over hers, a kiss so gentle, so tender it brought tears to her eyes as she twisted beneath him.
"I need." There was no thought in her mind of ending it. She had forgotten she could end it, so easily. All she knew was the addictive need for more. More of his kiss, his touch, more of the violent whiplash of pleasure tearing through her.
"I know you need, baby." He kissed her again, his tongue licking against hers as his palms cupped her face. "We're almost there. Almost there, Kia. Do we go on, or do we stop?"