She rakes her fingers through my hair, moaning softly. Keeping one breast in my mouth, continuing to tease her nipple with my tongue, I slide my other hand down and slip my fingers inside her underwear. With one finger, I circle the entrance to her sweet pussy, cock aching to push inside. She’s so fucking wet.
I rub my finger over her clit, spreading her wetness from inside. I want to taste her, to lick up every drop she gives and not stop until she’s coming so hard she screams my name.
In one sudden movement, I pull away and move down, head between her legs. I look up, smirking at Sierra who steals a glance down. She bites her bottom lip, eyes wide, and breasts heaving as she inhales. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I take both sides of her panties and slowly roll them down her thighs. She lifts her ass so I can slide them off, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
Then I move back up, putting my lips to hers once more before kissing a trail down her stomach, not stopping until my mouth is hovering over her pussy. Her muscles twitch, and I know she’s waiting. Wanting.
I turn my head and take the soft skin on the inside of her thigh into my mouth. I suck it soft, then hard, and then nip at it with my teeth. Sierra groans and reaches down, taking a tangle of my hair in her fingers. I turn my head, warm breath hitting her clit. She’s squirming against me now, so fucking worked up she’s desperate for the release.
I lash my tongue out against her once, relishing in how good she tastes. Then I pull back again, running my fingertips up and down her thighs. Her grip on my head tightens, and she directs me to her pussy.
There is something so fucking hot about a woman who takes charge. She knows what she wants.
Me.
And I don’t disappoint. I move my hands under her thigh, lifting her legs over my shoulders. I spread her wide and go at her clit with my tongue, feeling her core tighten as she gets closer and closer to coming.
I slip a finger inside and moan against her pussy when I feel how hot and tight she is. I press against her inner wall, finding her g-spot.
“Ohhh,” she moans, twisting her fingers in my hair. “Faaa…faaa…fuck.” She pushes herself against my face as she comes. Her pussy contracts wildly around my finger and my dick aches to feel her tighten around it. I keep my mouth on her, not letting up until she’s writhing in pleasure.
Sierra’s chest rapidly rises and falls, and she lets her hands drop to her sides. The orgasm brought a flush to her face and it’s sexy as hell. I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and then kiss her again, gently brushing her damp hair back, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Sierra wraps her arms around me, slowly running her fingers down my ass. She grips me tight and pushes me against her. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. She’s so beautiful.
Sierra lifts her head off the couch and kisses me. She tugs down my boxers with her other hand. I want nothing more than to push my dick into her, but I want to make sure she’s okay with it too. She was hesitant only yesterday, after all.
I pull my mouth away from hers, feeling like I’m underwater and just ripped off my oxygen mask.
“We can stop,” I pant. “If you want to. Just tell me.”
She brings her hand up and cups my face. There’s so much emotion in her eyes, and it almost breaks my heart. “I want you.”
In a mad dash of desperation, she yanks my boxers off. My skin, cold from the wet fabric, burns against her warmth and I fucking love it. She widens her legs, welcoming me between. Her thighs are still wet and warm from her orgasm. She lifts her hips, aligning the tip of my cock against her tender core. I move my gaze down and she opens her eyes, and for a split second, it’s like I’m looking into some sort of mirror that reflects only my soul.
My lips find hers again and I kiss her as I push inside. She cries out, eyes falling shut. She’s tight and warm and feels so fucking good. I bury my cock in her pussy and kiss her hard. I pull out slowly, not stopping until only the tip is back at her entrance. Then I push in hard. Sierra moans and grips me tight, rocking herself right along with me. I thrust in and out of her hard and fast, then stop and move my hips in a circular motion that sets Sierra over the edge. Her breathing quickens and I feel her core tighten around my cock. Her fingers dig into my flesh and her legs shake as a second orgasm rolls through. I open my eyes and watch her face as she comes.
My breath hitches and I let my head fall forward, resting against hers. My heart is racing, and every nerve in my body is alive. I’m fucking Sierra hard, and it feels so damn good. But it’s more than a physical connection, and I’ve never felt that before.
“Chase,” she pants, shuddering from an overload of pleasure. A guttural groan leaves my throat and I come hard, pushing my cock in deep and holding it there, buried inside her. Panting, I rest my head against hers, holding myself up with my elbows. Sierra’s breasts rapidly rise and fall and she brings her hands up to my hair. I kiss her gently before I slide out, and then rest by her side on the couch, spooning my body around hers.
Sierra puts her hand over mine, and neither of us speak for a moment. I brush her hair aside and kiss her neck.
“Are you okay?” I ask, so remotely far from anything I’ve ever said after sex before. Physically, I know Sierra enjoyed it; she came multiple times. But emotionally…that’s a different story and a whole new world of concern for me. What the hell is happening? It’s strange, but I like it. I like her.
“Yes,” she whispers back, knowing what I’m asking about. “I’m better than okay.”
Chapter 15
Sierra
I stand in front of my dresser, close my eyes, and grab the pull. My fingers tremble and my heart aches distantly in the background. The drawer sticks like it always has, but this time it takes a little extra yank since it hasn’t been opened in so long.
Not able to look just yet, I blindly reach inside, feeling around for the pair of cotton pajama pants hidden beneath old T-shirts. The tag pokes the flesh under my fingernail, and I know I have the right thing. I grab it, keeping my eyes up, and go into the living room where Chase is waiting.
“You can wear these,” I tell him, extending the folded pajama pants.
“Are you sure?” he asks softly, fingers sweeping my wrist as he takes the pants from me. “I can stay in this if it’s—”
“No, you’re soaked from the pool. You need to change.”
He gives me a cheeky grin. “I can get naked.”
The heartache quiets and I smile back. “I approve of that idea.”
“Really though…it’s okay?”
I nod and having him care this much helps. “Yes. Jake never wore them, actually. I do a lot of online shopping since, you know, Summer Hill isn’t exactly filled with tons of stores, and these didn’t arrive until after he died. The tag is still on. You’ll have to pull it off.”
Chase’s eyebrows push together, and I know he’s struggling to find the right thing to say. I don’t even know what I want to hear. Six months after Jake died, my mom, Lisa, and Samantha came over to help me get rid of the rest of Jake’s things. I got mad, screamed at them, and even threw a coffee mug at the wall. Having his things here made it feel like he was going to come home. I could close my eyes at night, after looking in on the open closet and see his things hanging up and pretend he was still away at school.