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?"
She shook her head, panic suddenly tearing through her. He couldn't stop. Oh God, don't stop. She needed. She needed to know where this led, where the pleasure would take her, how it would end her.
"That's my sweet Kia," he crooned as she realized she had sobbed out her thoughts. "So sweet, so beautiful."
He kissed down her neck. He sucked her nipples gently, but even that delicate caress was nearly too much. She jerked beneath him, arching and begging.
He moved along her body, spread her thighs wide and eased himself between them.
"Damn you!" she screamed, or tried to scream the curse a second later as a slow, easy vibration began to pulse in her rear.
She could feel it. The nerve endings shot the sensation throughout her body, jerking her, causing her to buck as though she had been shot with a jolt of electricity.
At the same time, his tongue eased into the slit of her pussy. He did nothing fast, nothing hard. Each lick, each stroke, each time he filled the tight confines of her pussy with his flickering tongue she shot higher, higher than she thought possible. She was rocketing along levels of sensation, tortured with desperation.
She was sobbing with each flick of his tongue around her clit, each time he eased it into his mouth and laved it with the gentle sucking strokes of his mouth. He was too easy. There wasn't enough sensation. She needed more. She was burning alive for more, trying to scream for it.
Chase clenched his hands tighter on her hips and gasped roughly. The scent of her need was like boiling nectar, like the sweetest syrup as it flowed from her. He pulled it into his mouth, as addicted to her taste, to touching her, as she was becoming to his touch.
"Yes, oh yes, Chase, suck my clit. Harder. Please, please, suck it harder."
Her head thrashed on the bed as he eased the hard little nubbin into his mouth.
"Damn you." She strained beneath him, the sobs tearing through him as he eased back, licked and sucked at her flesh until he came to the tight entrance to her pussy.
He stabbed his tongue inside her, stopped, held himself there and tasted her as she screamed, her flesh rippling as she neared that final peak.
She was almost there. Ah God, almost there. If only he could hold on. His cock was throbbing in pain, his balls so tight, so ready to explode he didn't know if he could make it himself.
Perspiration eased in rivulets down her tight belly, her slender thighs. Her pussy was flowered open to him, deep rose pink flesh glistening with her cream as he licked around the entrance and eased inside her with his tongue again.
He could feel the vibration of the plug in her rear. The taut muscles of her pussy clenched around his tongue. When he filled her, when he worked his cock inside her, they were both going to die with the pleasure.
"Do it," she moaned as he licked inside her again. "Do it harder, Chase. Please."
He stabbed his tongue inside her. Stilled.
She sobbed as her orgasm nearly exploded, then leveled once again.
Almost. Sweet mercy, she was almost there.
He eased back, stared down at the flushed bare flesh of her sex and gently patted the sensitive folds as he watched her face now.
She arched. "More. More." Falling from her lips.
The next caress was a gentle slap. Nothing hard, she was too sensitive, too close to the edge. Just enough to add to the vibration of the plug in her ass.
Her clit was ruby red and throbbing, glistening and desperate for release. Her stomach flexed, convulsed as her womb rippled with the need for climax.
He spanked her pussy again, lightly. He had to hold back, had to breathe through his teeth as he watched the reaction against the soft folds of her pussy.
More. Just a little more. One more taste of her, and he could have her.
His head lowered once again as he held her thighs apart. He blew a rough breath across her clit and watched it flush deeper, watched it throb in desperation.
He licked into the opened slit, circled the fragile bud, fluttered his tongue against her entrance, and sucked at it with gentle strokes as he heard the low, guttural wail that left her lips.
Her face was flushed, eyes closed, but it was her expression, the look on her pretty heart-shaped face that nearly had him spilling his cum on the sheets.