Crazy Love(63)

Chase had always been good at this. He had easily earned the crown as King of Foreplay. Even their first time, which had been both of their first times, had been a good hour of buildup, which meant she was more than satisfied even though the big show only lasted a few minutes. It had only taken him a little practice and he’d quickly built up his stamina.

Since he’d been her one and only until she’d left for college, she’d taken it for granted that all guys took the kind of time Chase did. Lasted as long as Chase did. She’d lived under the misguided illusion that all men made love to women John-Mayer-your-body-is-a-wonderland style.

Her collegiate experience had been educational in more ways than one. The first time she’d been with someone else, it had been shockingly bad. She’d barely been turned on and then it was over. Over the years, some guys had been better than others but none—none—had compared to Chase. Sometimes it felt like he knew her body better than she did, like he anticipated her body’s needs.

As he finally made his way back to his starting point, all of her feminine nerve endings were alive and fevered with desire. He then gently swept her hair to one side. Dipping his head, he trailed tender kisses along the base of her neck, sending a rush of moisture to the apex of her thighs. Deciding that even though she wasn’t able to form words, she did in fact need to move this seduction along. Foreplay was great. Sex with Chase was better.

Straightening her arms, she arched her back against his chest and tilted her hips, pressing her body against his rock-hard length. At her movement, a guttural moan vibrated from deep in Chase’s chest and he nipped at her neck, his teeth biting her sensitized skin. She gasped as his tongue quickly soothed the erotic sting.

“Chase.” His name came out as a whispered plea on her lips.

In one swift movement, he turned her around and lifted her onto the counter. His callused hands slid up her thighs and spread them apart as he stepped between them then pulled her to the very edge of the countertop so that her moist panties were rubbing against his jean-clad steel rod.

Her arms instinctively grabbed at his shirt. It had been so long. She wanted to see him, touch him, feel him. After making several sounds of aggravation when she wasn’t able to get it off fast enough, he pulled it off in less time than it had taken her to lower her hands.

At the sight of his magnificent body, she sucked in an audible breath. Krista’s gaze feasted on the muscled lines of his chest, the steely leanness of his abdomen. He had definitely filled out. Normally, whenever Chase stood in front of her, she had a hard time not looking at his eyes, his lips, or his sexy stubble. But right now, her eyes were glued hungrily to his body.

Lifting both hands, she ran her fingers along the ripples of his abs and felt his muscles twitch beneath her touch. His hands had found their way back to her outer thighs, gripping her tightly. As he kneaded her flesh, he rocked her feminine heat, covered only by a thin piece of lace, against the textured fabric of his denim-covered hard-on. Her sex grew wetter and more swollen with each rub against the delicious friction.

Krista continued touching his heated skin, memorizing every line, every muscle on his well-defined chest and abdomen. Fevered with arousal, her heart raced as her body began clamoring for release. Chase continued rocking erotically against her.

Needing more, Krista dropped her hands from her sensual exploration of his body. Beneath her palms she felt the cold hard surface as she pushed against the countertop, arching her back to increase the force of their clothed intimate contact. As she did, Chase dug his fingers into her thighs with an innate power and control that pushed her right to the edge of climax.

A whimper escaped her mouth as she continued grinding her hips against the power of his stiff shaft. Moving his hands up to her hips, he pulled her heat firmly against his hard swollen sex, and her body shattered in white-hot bursts of pleasure. Wrapping her arms around him she buried her face in his neck. Krista hugged him tightly as she rode out the waves of ecstasy crashing over her. She needed to feel the solid strength of his body against hers as she gave herself completely to her shuddering orgasm.

Slowly, she drifted back from her cloud of bliss. Forcing her eyes open, she pressed her lips to the smooth skin of his neck, her arms still holding him close to her.

When she did, she heard the breath shoot roughly out of his nose as his straining length jumped beneath his pants. Krista loved that she still affected him this way. Over the years, she’d seen the women he’d dated which read like a who’s who of Maxim’s Hot List, and to know that he still wanted her the way he always had almost brought tears to her eyes.