Crazy Love(87)
Their eyes met in the mirror and he asked in an even tone, “What did I promise you?”
“Stripping, bending, and burying.” Her voice shook uncontrollably as she spoke.
Krista knew that Chase was just as turned on as she was. She’d seen the tenting in his sweats and the look in his eyes, and she’d heard his heavy breathing. So how he was able to do so much talking, so calmly, was beyond her grasp of understanding.
Keeping his eyes trained on hers, she felt his hands move up the slope of her back. A shockwave of tremors radiated through her body. He touched her with a gentle authority as he unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. She watched through the mirror as the black lace fell to the ground in front of her, revealing her bare breasts.
Chase’s jaw ticked. It made her happy to see that she wasn’t the only one being affected by this encounter. He may do a better job of containing what he was feeling but that just made his small tells even more exciting.
His roughened hands moved down the sides of her body, his large palms skimming over her ribs, dipping in at her waist, and continuing down her hips and thighs, pulling her panties down. She lifted one leg and then the other as he removed her clothes, stripping her bare.
She could feel his breath down her back as he stood back up behind her, his arms hanging loosely beside him. There was something so thrilling about being totally naked in front of a mirror with Chase watching her through it. A carnal ache settled low in her belly as hot lust whipped through her.
The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to bear. She could feel the evidence of how aroused she was and wanted him to feel her wetness, to touch her in her neediest place. She wanted to watch as his talented hand rubbed the delicate flesh between her legs until she came apart against him. She wanted his hands on her. Now.
As if wishing it into existence, Chase placed his hands over Krista’s hips. But instead of moving them around to her center, as she had hoped, he said, “Bend over.”
At his words, a shot of arousal (so strong her knees almost buckled under its power) spread through her entire being. Her breaths came in rapid succession as she leaned forward, resting her arms on her vanity table. Feeling dizzy with desire, she laid her head on her hands, which were both fisted in sheer excitement.
His hands roamed up and down her back. She could feel the power in his fingers and the rough ridges of his calluses against her smooth skin. His attention moved lower, his hands skimming over her rounded cheeks. His fingers kneaded her firm backside, causing her nipples to harden as they rubbed against the cold, glossy surface of the table. With each brush, they became more and more sensitized.
“Spread your legs,” he gritted out.
As she parted her legs, a rush of moisture dampened her sex. She heard a male growl of satisfaction as she felt the broad head of Chase’s manhood positioned at her opening. Slowly, applying just enough pressure, he rubbed the crown of his shaft up and down her slick seam. Her sex pulsed against the delicious sensation. He continued masterfully teasing her until she wanted to scream, beg, cry—anything—if he would just finish what he promised and bury himself inside of her.
Her hands fisted tighter in need, her nails digging into her palms. She was teetering on the verge of breaking and taking the lead when she felt Chase’s hand at the nape of her neck. His fingers wrapped around her hair, and he tugged it with just enough force that it made her cry out with pleasure.
Krista opened her eyes to find herself staring at her own wanton expression in the mirror. She felt his throbbing erection settle against her ass, one hand still tangled in her hair the other grasping her hip tightly, as he leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I want you looking at me when I bury myself inside you.”
She shuddered at his provocative words and a sweet shock of bliss exploded between her legs.
He rose back to a standing position. Her eyes stayed locked on his. His hand left her hip and moved to his shaft as he positioned himself once again at her swollen sex. Krista felt a tantalizing sting at the base of her neck as Chase tightened his grip, moving his other hand back to her hip as he drove into her in one deep thrust, filling her fully.
She cried out in ecstasy as he pulled out and repeated the motion.
As she felt herself drifting into a mindless oblivion of pleasure, her last conscious thought was that she was glad she’d let him take the lead. Best. Decision. Ever.
* * *
Watching their reflection in the mirror was one of the hottest things Chase had ever seen. It was sexy and raw. A potent aphrodisiac.
Chase felt his release building with each thrust of his hips. His body filled with a hot rush of need as he worked to keep his strokes measured and even. He could feel Krista’s body contracting around his in tight spasms. He knew that she was just seconds away from going up and over the edge.