Enjoying the Chase (38 page)

I smiled at her and raised a challenging
eyebrow. “Are you saying that I, Nate Peters, wouldn
’
t have been able to charm you into leaving your man?”

“
I don’
t think so,” she admitted, then winced and quickly carried on,
obviously feeling the need to explain her answer. “Not because you aren
’
t hot, or sweet, or funny, but just because I
was a different person back then. I wouldn
’
t have had enough confidence to leave Josh for another guy,
especially not while I was carrying his baby.”

I smiled at her wickedly. “You would have
done, Stripes. I never fail a challenge, I get any girl I want, and if I had
met you on the beach, even carrying someone else
’
s child, I would have had you screaming my name like it was a curse
word by the end of the vacation,” I stated confidently.

“You
’
re so overconfident. I bet you would have pulled out all the stops,
huh? All the best moves and lines would have come out, and you wouldn
’
t have stopped until we were naked in the sea,
with my legs wrapped around your waist,” she teased, slinging one of her legs
over mine as she snuggled even closer to me.

I closed my eyes, unconsciously playing
that little scene in my head. It probably would have gone just like that, and
it would have been earthshattering, no doubt. I held my breath as I traced my
hand up her calf slowly, loving the feel of her bare leg under my fingertips,
the soft skin, the muscles I could feel contract under my touch. When I got to
the knee and felt the hem of her skirt, I hesitated before pushing my hand
underneath and continuing to go higher, hiking her skirt up as I did. She gulped,
closing her eyes and tipping her head back as she let out a breathy moan. The
sound of her pleasure, just from a simple touch of my hand, almost made me
climax and ruin my lucky boxers.

Her legs seemed to go on forever as my hand
skimmed higher and higher. I was waiting for her to stop me, to pull away from
me or put her hand on top of mine and tell me that this was going too far. She
didn
’
t. Instead, her hand trailed
down my chest just as slowly, making my arousal heighten. Desperation was
building inside me again. I couldn
’
t think about anything other than how much I wanted her to fall in
love with me so I could peel her clothes off and kiss my way down her body,
laying claim to every inch of her.

My hand finally reached the desired
destination – her ass. My body stiffened as the lacy material of her panties
brushed against my fingertips. I traced the line of them across her ass, before
cupping it and pulling her closer to me. She pressed her lips to mine and I
kissed her back passionately, loving the soft feel of her plump lips against
mine.

While I was kissing her, I traced my hand
around to her centre. I groaned into her mouth as I felt the damp patch on her
panties where she was getting excited. She gasped, pressing her sex against my
hand. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip as I rubbed her gently through the
material of her underwear. 

Her hand got to the painful bulge in my
jeans; I wanted desperately to undo them to relieve some of the pressure, but I
knew that wouldn
’
t help. The only
thing that could help relieve the ache was under my hand. I pulled out of the
kiss and shook my head. “Move your hand away, Rose. I want to prove to you that
I can wait,” I instructed, taking her wrist with my free hand and pinning it
above her head before doing the same with her other hand, holding them in one
of mine.

She whimpered as I restrained her. Her eyes
widened in shock, but I could see the excitement there too. “Seriously?” she
asked breathlessly.

I tightened my grip on her wrists as I
eased her panties to the side and teased her entrance with one finger. My body
was screaming at me, shouting that I was being stupid, that she could touch me
and stop this pleasure-pain that was building up inside me. But all good things
came to those who wait, and I could definitely wait for her, I knew it now.

“Tonight
’
s just for you. Just lie there and enjoy,” I whispered.

I kissed her, swallowing her moan of
pleasure as I pushed one finger inside her carefully. Her warm, tight, wet heat
enveloped my finger and I groaned, immediately rethinking my decision to let
her touch me tonight. I kissed across to her ear.

Time to see if she really likes talking
dirty!

“Rose, you feel so tight. I can
’
t wait to ram my dick inside you and make you
moan my name,” I whispered in her ear.

Her hips bucked against my hand as I spoke;
her breathing sped so I knew I could push her a lot further. Rosie York
certainly got excited by pillow talk! A proud grin stretched across my face
because of how sexy
my girlfriend was.
I was one seriously lucky guy that she didn
’
t seem to just be a blushing, lay on her back kind of girl.

Her body reacted beautifully to my words,
so I decided to take it a little further and see just how dirty she was. “As
soon as you
’
re in love with me, I
’
m going to fuck you from every possible angle.
I want to take you hard and fast, and just when you think you
’
re going to come, I
’
m going to pull out and kiss my way down your body. I want to taste
your climax on my tongue; I want to feel your thighs shake against my shoulders
as you ride the waves of pleasure I
’
m going to give you.”

That obviously didn
’
t scare her. She gasped and jerked her arms, trying to get her hands
free. I held her tighter as I pumped my finger inside her slowly, before
pulling it back out and adding another. I was doing everything so slowly,
probably teasing the hell out of her, but the look on her face and the little
purr of appreciation that she made, told me that she loved it.

Her hips were grinding against my hand, her
juices wetting my knuckles as I continued my slow, torturous assault. As I
pumped my fingers, I searched her inner walls for the sweet spot that I wanted
to become best friends with. I knew the exact moment that I found it, because
her back arched, she let rip another of those sexy little purrs and her
fingernails dug into my restraining hand. I concentrated on touching that spot
with every slow thrust of my fingers.

“Nate, oh God,” she moaned, lifting her
head from the sofa and pressing her lips against mine. “Let go of my hands, I
want to touch you too,” she begged.

I shook my head. “I want to wait, but you,
you
’
re going to come for me. Can
you do that for me, Rose?” I asked, biting on her lip, tugging gently.

She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. “If
you keep doing that right there,” she moaned loudly, “then, yeah.”

I watched her, seeing her pleasure
building. I raked my eyes over her face and watched the way her face contorted
with pleasure, the way her brow furrowed, the way she rolled her bottom lip
into her mouth. I was mesmerized by how her chest rose and fell rapidly, how
her moans got louder as I quickened my pace, but purposefully still not doing
it as fast as she would want or need me to. I wanted to drag this out, I wanted
her to beg me to make her come, I wanted to see the look on her face when she
couldn
’
t take it anymore and
needed to fall into oblivion. Seeing her like this fascinated me. It was almost
as good as sex. I wasn
’
t getting
any attention at all, but I didn
’
t
need it. Seeing my girlfriend writhe on the sofa, her hair splayed out and
getting messier by the second, was turning me on more than I had ever been
turned on in my life.

“Tell me what your favourite position is,
Stripes,” I whispered, as I kissed around the base of her neck, nibbling on her
collarbone.

“Whatever you want,” she answered almost
immediately, her voice throaty and rough.

I shook my head. “That
’
s not what I want to hear, Rose. I want you to tell me what
your
favourite position is,” I said sternly, sucking on the spot below her ear,
making her hips buck up, causing my fingers to go deeper.

“I like… like…oh God!” she gasped, her
breathing getting heavier. “Standing and… being pinned on my stomach, or taken
from behind.”

My excitement bumped up another level just
thinking about it.

When she moaned louder, I suddenly
remembered DJ was in the other room. Moving up, I closed my mouth over hers,
swallowing her moans and ravaging her mouth with my tongue. The kiss was so
passionate that it was almost as if I were staking my claim on her, it was
almost possessive and I had never kissed – nor wanted to kiss – anyone else
like this in my life.

I pulled out of the kiss and put my forehead
to hers, “I
’
m going to do
everything you like, Rose. I
’
m
going to fulfil your every desire, and take your pleasure to places you
’
ve never even dreamed of. Then, just when you
think I
’
m finished, I
’
m going to flip you over and start all over
again. By the time I
’
m done with
you, you won
’
t be able to walk
straight,” I growled, running my nose up the side of hers, breathing her in. I
could smell her arousal, almost pushing me to the edge too. My dick was
throbbing in my jeans with every thrust of my fingers.

Her leg tightened around my waist as she
looked at me desperately. “Nate, please,” she whispered, kissing me again
fiercely.

“Tell me what you want, Stripes,” I teased,
almost removing my fingers from her centre, making her whimper, before I pushed
them back in again in one swift motion.

“Nate, are you trying to tease me to
death?” she asked breathlessly.

“Tell me what you want, Stripes,” I
repeated, letting my lips brush against hers as I spoke.

“Go faster, please, you know what I want.
Please, Nate, just stop with the teasing! And let go of my hands, I want to
touch you too, please?” she begged. Her eyes were wild, frantic, desperate for
relief as her breathing hitched. 

I smiled and shook my head slowly. “No, not
me tonight,” I refused. “But I will make you come.”

As soon as I said the words I started up
properly with my fingers, pumping into her faster at the rhythm that seemed to
suit her best. She closed her eyes and tightened her leg on my waist again as
she moved her hips in time with my thrusts. When I could feel her inner muscles
tightening around my fingers, I flipped my wrist the other way and traced my
thumb over her wet folds until I found the sensitive nub that I was looking
for. As soon as my thumb made contact with the little bundle of nerves, she
moaned loudly and her movements became a little jerky.

I smiled proudly, watching her face as the
pleasure increased. Her body shook, her whole torso raised from the sofa as her
orgasm hit her. I covered her mouth with mine to muffle the sound of her
moaning my name, slowly teasing my fingers inside her, rubbing on her sweet
spot as she rode her climax. I loved feeling her muscles ripple and contract
around my fingers, tightening and clamping down as if she didn
’
t want to let them go.

I let go of her wrists that I was pinning
above her head, and brushed her hair back from her sweaty forehead. She had her
eyes closed, panting for breath, her internal muscles still twitching around my
fingers. I could just imagine them doing that around my dick, how good that
would feel, the need for it was unbearable but I wanted to prove I could wait
for her.

Her hands loosened from the fists that she
’
d been clenching since I started, and her body
slowly came down from the high alert it seemed to be on. I eased my fingers
out, smiling as she whimpered, and then put my fingers to my mouth, slowly
sucking her juices from them.

She was watching me, her eyes watching my
mouth as I savoured the taste of her body. Her tongue swept across her full
bottom lip, making my jeans tighten even more as I imagined putting something
else in that sweet little mouth of hers. When all traces of her body were gone
from my fingers, I pulled them out from my mouth still sucking hard, so it made
a wet popping sound. She blinked as if coming out of a daze.

I bent forward, kissing her again, another
of those primal, possessive kisses. I loved the way she submitted to me, like
she was finally admitting that she was mine, her body submitting to my every
unspoken request. I wanted desperately to keep going, to peel her clothes off
and make her pant my name like that again. Thoughts of seeing her naked for the
first time were flashing through my mind, I couldn
’
t help but wonder what she would look like, how beautiful she would
be all splayed out on the bed for my eyes only.