Beautifully Awake by Riley Mackenzie Page B

abandoned my assault of his carved torso and gently palmed his face, running the pads of my thumbs across his cheekbones. Lust-filled, his eyes secured mine.
    This was dangerous; I didn’t even know this man. Yet in such a short time, I craved him like a drug. I couldn’t get enough. I desperately descended on his mouth, drinking in every air molecule that separated us.
    His hand dipped down to the edge of my thong. In one swift motion, he pushed the drenched lace aside and plunged two fingers inside. I broke our kiss, unable to stop my cry. My head fell back with the sudden intrusion, and I was rocked deep to my core. This felt so good.
    “Blue, you’re so wet for me. So tight. I want to be inside you so bad.” His fingers swirled inside my tight passage; his palm added the perfect pressure against my aching sex. He pushed and pulled. The rhythm drove me insane.
    “Look at me. I want to see you.” He slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting. Speech was impossible. I whimpered at the loss. I never wanted anything so bad. “I need to see you.” I willed my head forward, completely drunk with desire. I struggled to peel my heavy lids open.
    “Chase. Please.” My desperate eyes implored him.
    “I know.” He unfastened my bra, and my heavy breasts fell into his needy hands. He rolled my hard buds between his fingers, sending a shocking current to my core, squeezing my womb. A delicious torture.
    “Tell me what you want, baby.” Baby. No one had ever called me anything so endearing before. My head spun with emotion. “I need to see you come first, then when I’m buried deep inside you, we’ll come together.”
    The magnitude of those words clogged my throat. How could I ever admit that no man had ever brought me to that place, let alone twice?
    “Answer me, Blue.” His guttural growl was impatient; his eyes commanded an answer.
    “I never...” My voice was barely audible. I was at a total loss for words. “Please, just touch me.”
    A flicker of something crossed his eyes, and I hoped he wasn’t going to press me further. I was already in a delirious state, beyond aroused and needy.
    He brought his wet fingers to his lips and sucked. “Baby, you taste so delicious. I can’t wait to feast on your sweetness ... you want these back?” He wiggled his fingers in front of my eyes.
    “Mm-hmm.” I nodded, and my eyes fell shut, waiting for his touch. I was going to lose my mind in endless anticipation. He pushed a tendril of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. The motion brought back highlights from sushi dinner. My sex clenched impatiently again.
    “Baby, open your eyes, I want to see you. I need to see your face when you come for me the first time.” His words were too erotic; they almost pushed me over the edge. Is this really happening to me?
    He reached down and stroked me while he found and sucked my breast. I couldn’t focus on anything but every stroke and every touch. Eagerly waiting for the moment he sunk back inside. I whimpered and pleaded with my eyes, gripping and pulling the shit out of his hair. His rhythm never wavered.
    “I know this is what you want.” And in one smooth motion, he thrust two fingers deep inside, stretching my sensitive walls. The pressure was so intense that I came instantly. Shattered. My hips thrust uncontrollably against his delicious fingers. I shuddered a moan as the wave of ecstasy pulsed through me.
    “Let me hear you, baby. I want to hear what I do to you.”
    “Oh yes.” My body convulsed around his fingers, and he continued at a feverish pace. My eyes never fluctuated from his passionate stare.
    No one had ever made me come before. Ever. I had no choice but to hang on and ride it out. Chase let me ride my wave until my body calmed, and my labored breathing slowed. He removed his miracle fingers, caressed my thighs and passionately claimed my mouth.
    “Blue, that was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Your eyes, baby,