You’re the Reason, стр. 42
I plucked it from his hand and tossed it into the air. “Done.”
He smiled as he pulled out another paper and unfolded it. “Have a picnic on the beach.”
I plucked it away and tossed it to the floor. “Done.”
He pulled out another. “Pull an all-nighter with a hot guy.” He smirked. “You game?”
I nodded.
He placed that paper down beside him and pulled out another piece and unfolded it. “Go blonde.” His eyes cut to mine. “Oh no you don’t. I love your hair the way it is.”
I smiled, loving how comfortable things between us had become.
He pulled out another piece of paper and unfolded it. “Lose my virginity.” He stilled the second the words left his lips.
Nervous laughter escaped me. “Chantel wasn’t lying. She definitely went through my jar.”
“She had no right to,” he said, folding up the paper and lowering it beside him.
A long silence passed between us.
“Is that a wish you’re going to grant me tonight?” I asked.
He tipped his head, his eyes pleading with me. “Soph.”
“Chase,” I mimicked.
“As much as I’m enjoying making your wishes come true, I don’t want to rush you.”
“You’re not rushing me if I’m asking you to.”
He scrubbed his hands up and down his face. “Listen, it’s not easy being the gentleman in this situation because, I gotta tell you, I can’t stop thinking about being inside you. How you’ll feel and how you’ll sound when I’m doing all the things I want to do with you. But…”
“I don’t need you to be a gentleman. I just need you.”
“Soph, being someone’s first is a big responsibility.”
I crawled onto his lap and straddled him, my knees on either side of him. “I’m twenty. I’ve waited to feel the way I feel when I’m with you. That can’t be wrong.”
He dragged his fingers through his hair, confliction written in every crease on his face.
I cupped his cheeks between my hands, the end-of-day stubble on his jawline prickling my palms. “I’m ready,” I assured him.
He huffed, and I couldn’t tell if it was out of frustration or waning control. He lifted me off his lap and threw his legs off the side of my bed.
Uh, oh.
I straightened my dress and sat back down where we’d been sitting. I stared up at him, feeling anxious, afraid he was going to turn me down.
He reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head.
I released a slow shaky breath.
He walked slowly to the foot of my bed. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he grabbed hold of my ankles and pulled me down the bed so my feet hit the end and my back lay flat. I straightened my dress that had bunched up around my hips. He crawled his way over me, kneeling at my hips. He grabbed my wrists and lifted my arms over my head, holding them on the pillow with one hand. “I’m gonna need you to stay still.”
My eyes widened unsure what he intended to do.
“Now, I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for, but hell, it’s getting difficult to be alone with you and not touch you.”
I swallowed my nerves.
“Will you let me touch you?”
I nodded.
“Down there?”
More anxious than I’d ever been in my life, I nodded.
“I’m not pressuring you, right?”
I shook my head.
His hand released my wrists and he slowly peeled my dress up and over my raised arms, revealing my lacy black bra and tiny black thong. He hissed his pleasure as he tossed my dress to the floor. “God damn.”
Goosebumps raced across my skin.
“No matter what I do, I want your hands up there.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“I don’t trust me,” he said, no hint of humor in his tone. He lowered himself onto his side beside me. My heartbeat quickened as his hand slipped under the elastic on my panties, sliding down between my legs. My eyes pinched shut and my head pushed back into the pillow as one of his fingers dipped inside me. My back arched off the bed, unprepared for the shock of his touch. He removed his finger and slipped it along my folds. I shuddered as he found my clit, circling it with his finger. I moaned softly as tingles built.
His lips lowered to the sensitive skin beneath my ear and he pressed open-mouthed kisses to my neck.
He circled my clit with his thumb while two fingers dipped inside me. I arched off the bed again.
“You okay?”
I nodded.
“Is this good?” he asked.
“God, yes.”
He chuckled before pressing more kisses up and down my neck. And, instead of pumping his fingers inside me, he slid them over my folds, his thumb applying pressure and circling my clit until my entire body tightened like a coil. I gasped quick short breaths as my body threatened to let go. I tried to hold on. Tried to let the feelings build. But, he kept circling, around and around. I couldn’t concentrate. I lost all focus. And, all at once, the coil released, sending tingles rippling out to every part of my body. My entire body trembled, but he didn’t stop circling, milking every last tremor out of me as I rode out the most amazing orgasm I’d ever experienced.
“God, I love watching you let go like that,” he murmured.
“Stop talking,” I said, with my eyes still closed and my body a livewire.
He laughed. “Have you done that before?”
When I finally came back down to earth and dragged in as many breaths as I could muster, I opened my eyes to find him inches away from my face.
“Only with myself.”
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