“Yes, oh yes.”
He hiked her skirt higher then sneaked under the elastic
waist of her panties and found her sex. He easily slid his finger through her
wetness, along her folds, spreading her juices. When he circled her nub, she
quivered, already aware of the first waves of an approaching orgasm.
“Chase?” she managed. “We have no condoms.” Hell, they didn’t
have anything.
“I’ll pull out before I come.”
She nodded, then completely gave over to the delight and
climbed onto his erection. He eased into her one glorious inch at a time. It
had been so long for her that the first few moments were painful but that
quickly gave way to pleasure.
Chase held her by her waist and guided her movements. She
rolled her hips and rocked above him, savoring every moment, committing it all
to memory. She lolled her head back, reveling in the lush sensations taking
over her body.
Then he moved one hand to her cleft and started rubbing. Her
climax detonated almost immediately, shaking her to her very core. Tremors of
bliss pulsed through her, hot and thick. She twisted and moaned, lost in
ecstasy.
Chase pivoted his hips, pumping into her faster, harder,
sensing exactly where and when she needed him. Another orgasm rode the heels of
the last. She surrendered to the intensity and the joy, satisfied like never
before.
In one fluid movement, Chase lifted her off him, tore off
her panties then set her on all fours. He cast off his shorts, positioned
himself behind her and filled her again. Grasping her hips with strong,
possessive hands, he thrust deep, stretching her even more.
He reached around her legs and started rubbing her sex again.
“I can’t take any more.” But his wickedly skilled fingers
knew just what to do. He drew her closer to the brink, again. She’d never come
three times but, God, she thought she might. A sweet deluge of pleasure pushed
her over the edge just as Chase’s climax hit him.
He pulled out of her just in time, grunted his release
behind her. Still reeling, she turned around in time to see his face contorted
in bliss. He collapsed on the sand and pulled her beside him, holding her
tightly against his body, her back to his chest. “That was nice.” His breath
gusted warm over her neck.
She giggled like a teenager. “You have no idea. I’ve never…”
She couldn’t say it aloud.
He held perfectly still and his heavy breaths stopped cold.
“You never what?”
She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. He didn’t need to
know how few lovers she’d had. Maybe most women regularly had three orgasms but
she’d been lucky to have one with the other men she’d been with. “Nothing, just
forget it.”
He rolled over her and got right in her face. “With
everything we’ve been through together, you can’t possibly be embarrassed to
tell me something, can you?”
She blinked, unable to look away. “It’s nothing, but if you
must know, I’ve never had three…you know…before.”
He puffed out his chest then gave her a sweet kiss on the
lips. “It was amazing for me too.”
Her cheeks heated but she was thrilled that he enjoyed it as
much as she. “It was?”
“Hell yeah.” He nuzzled her neck and nipped her earlobe.
“I’m not through with you, but I need to rest awhile, okay?”
She settled into the crook of his arm and closed her eyes.
Who knew she’d like him so much? Must be the situation. Wasn’t as if she had
her choice of hot men here. Soon as they were rescued she was sure she wouldn’t
want to continue this…whatever it was with him.
If it hadn’t been so long since she’d last had sex, it
wouldn’t have been so amazing. She’d leave it at just this once. So what that
Chase had said he wasn’t through with her. Somehow she’d stick to her guns and
tell him no. She’d have to. Risking falling for him would be the worst thing
she could do. She’d never take a chance on ending up stuck in a relationship.
The mere thought made her shudder. He’d have to
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