Chase 'n' Ana (13 page)

body with his tongue. A trail of elation ghosted his mouth, making her skin tingle.

When he knelt and licked her navel, hooking his tongue in her belly ring to tug, his

hands slid up the back of her smooth legs to massage and squeeze her ass.

Ana’s breath hitched when his mouth covered her mound, his tongue raking past

the tight curls to search out her clit. Moisture dampened her inner thighs, her need

spilling from her.

Chance’s tongue moved lower, to lap at the cream, laving her swollen lips, sucking

and biting.

“You are so sweet, Fancy. So goddamn sweet. Lie down on my bed, darling, and let

me see you.”

Ana stepped back as Chase rose. “Fair is fair. Take off those clothes, Hawks.”

Chase grinned and reached for the button of his jeans. Ana backed up to the bed

and made herself comfortable, reclining on one side and appreciating the scenery.

Chase pulled off his jeans and tossed them aside.

Nude, he was as striking a vision as she’d ever seen, hard and muscular but lean

and rangy. Spare in body hair as is common among natives, except for hair that started

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at his navel and traveled south, growing thicker as it descended to culminate in a thick

stand, framing his thick long cock.

Ana shivered in delicious anticipation. Chase’s eyes promised her passion that

would require surrender and she welcomed the coming domination.

Chase walked to her, pushing her back on the bed. Her hair spread out like a dark

halo, her jungle-cat eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Your turn to burn, baby,” he

promised as he arranged her, feet flat on the bed, knees bent and spread wide.

“Then burn me.” Her voice was the sound that prompted Adam to be tossed out of

Eden, a seductress whose call could not be ignored.

Chase moved onto the bed, between her legs, sitting back on his heels and allowing

his eyes to move slowly over every inch of her body. Slowly he bent forward and licked

at her pussy, laving those delicate lips before slowly sliding his tongue between them.

He felt the soft quiver that ran through Ana as he plunged into her wet channel.

Using both hands, he spread her sex so that she was completely open and exposed. The

soft pink of her naked lips and the cleft hiding her clit drew him.

He stroked and licked, raising the fragile hood to fully expose her clit, and then

slowly traced it with his tongue, inhaling the sweetness of her scent that drove his

passion higher. He captured her clit between his lips and circled it with his tongue.

Ana moaned and arched, grabbing her inner thighs to spread them wider, her

breasts thrust into the air, her body trembling with excitement. Her abandon spurred

him, incited him to take her to the very edge of release then withdraw.

“No!” she protested when he paused.

“Easy, Fancy. Don’t want to rush.”

“Like hell!” she argued.

“You want more, baby?”

“Oh yes. Please.”

Chase had never heard anything sexier than her lusty plea. He bent to sink his

tongue deep in her pussy, then stroked up in a long lick that ended at her clit. His

hands moved to her breasts to squeeze her nipples.

“Aaaahhhhh!” she moaned, pressing against his tongue and undulating her hips.

“Don’t. Stop. Please.”

Chase paused again, sliding up her body to feast on her breasts, circling the hard

nipple then flicking it with his tongue. Ana moved against him, raising her hips to

pump against his engorged cock.

He was sorely tempted to sink into her delicious, hot silky sex, but wanted more to

drive her to sensual madness before taking her long and hard. He continued to lick her

nipple, running one hand between their bodies to part her lips and sink one finger into

her pussy.

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Ana bucked as his finger found her secret inner spot. With slow, deliberate strokes,

he worked his finger over it, in and out of her hot core.

“Please.” She wiggled against his questing finger. “More, more, more!”

Chance’s dick jumped in reply but he wasn’t ready for the final act. Not until he’d

had a taste of all of her. He worked his way back down her damp body, tasting the

sweetness of her sweat on his tongue.

Ana groaned in pleasure when he went down on her, his tongue playing over her

clit and his finger dipping inside her pussy, stroking her higher. Her pussy started to

contract against his finger.

“Not yet.” He ceased all activity and slid up her body to capture her lips for a long

kiss.

Ana tasted the mixture of the night’s alcohol, her own cream and Chase’s unique

essence in the kiss and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, wrapping her arms and

legs around him to feel the erotic thrill of the length of his hard cock slide against her

pussy.

She wanted him with an intensity that bordered on manic. “In me,” she breathed

against his mouth. “Get in me, Chase.”

“In time,” he replied and slid back down to imprison her clit in his mouth, his

tongue darting over the sensitive nub. His finger probed into her wet sex then out,

rubbing the lubrication from her channel to her ass, then easing his finger deep into her

ass.

“Ahhh!” was all that came from her aside from her muscles contracting around his

finger. Between the actions of his finger and his mouth, she was past the point of

holding back.

Chase felt the contractions begin. Her hands moved to tangle in his hair and her

body arched up, quivering. As soon as the climax began to abate, he moved into

position and slid the length of his cock into her still-contracting pussy.

Ana moaned and moved against him, those amazing inner muscles squeezing him

at the end of each push inside her, then releasing, her hips taking over to tilt and pump.

Chase had never been with a woman so completely sensual and uninhibited, so able to

evoke a level of passion in him he never dreamed possible.

She pulled on him until he rolled over on his back. Straddling him, she sat up

straight, lifting her arms above her head and stretching, and then slowly her body bent

until the back of her head touched his legs behind her, affording him a bird’s-eye view

of his cock sunk into her pussy. Her hips moved back and forth, sliding her pussy up

and down his length.

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Chase gripped her by the thighs, already feeling the threat of an orgasm. She must

have felt it because she straightened easily, bending forward until her tantalizing

breasts dangled in front of him like the fruit of Eden, tempting him to taste.

“Hmmmm,” she moaned as he took both her breasts in her hands, moving his

mouth from one to the other, teasing her nipples with teeth and tongue. “Time to burn,”

she whispered, and chanted softly. “
Quicquid didiceris
,
frequenter repete
,
menti tuæ infige
,

multum discas non multa; quia animus humanus non potest omnibus par esse
.”

Chance felt a current pass over his skin. His first thought was to look at the

window. It wasn’t open. It was then he noticed the faint colors swirling around them,

just before she started to lift up and lower down on his cock, her lithe body performing

a dance as erotic as Salomé.

Her hands moved to play over this body, little sparks of energy dancing on his skin,

creating waves of pleasure that soon had his body completely her victim. Chase

surrendered to the sensation, riding the current, feeling as if his entire body was

supersensitized to the slightest waft of air or tickle of her long hair brushing against

him.

She’d taken control, riding him as surely, seductively and expertly as she had

ridden the mechanical bull, and he marveled at her power to transform his reality into

nothing but supremely erotic sensation that dissolved all vestiges of civility from him,

leaving him stripped to the primal male.

And that primal male was starting to make demands. To ride her, hard and long. To

hear her cry his name and quake beneath him. That need exploded and he quickly

flipped her over, pulling her legs up over his shoulders so that he could plunge deep

inside her.

Ana cried out as his cock hilted inside her, stretching her to accommodate him. Part

of Chase’s mind urged him to go easy, to take it slow. But the primal male was in

control. He stroked hard and fast, his hands on her hips, digging into the flesh, forcing

her harder against him.

“Yes!” she screamed suddenly as her body loosened to meet his need. “Harder.

Harder. More, Chase, more. Give me more!”

Her pleas were fuel to a fire that was already burning out of control. He watched

her reach up and back, her hands tightening around the wooden pickets of the

headboard in a position so completely sexual and submissive that he was certain

beyond doubt that she was sex personified.

His balls tingled and tightened, his belly quivered and sweat poured down his

body as he took her, every cry, gasp and moan driving him deeper into the madness

that gripped him. The need to take her, make her his was stronger than rational

thought.

“I need you on your knees, Fancy,” he breathed roughly. “I want all of you.”

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Chase did not need to explain. He saw in her eyes the understanding. What he

wanted was total domination, to take her in a way that demanded her complete

submission.

Ana responded by wiggling free. Cool air whispered against his heavy cock, slick

with her juice as she turned over, arranging herself on her hands and knees.

“Head down, baby,” he whispered. “Hold on to the bed.”

She did as he instructed. Chase nearly came just looking at her supplicant before

him, her enticing ass high in the air, her chest and face against the bed with her hands

firmly gripping the pickets of the headboard.

“Don’t move,” he said as he got up and went to the bathroom. A moment later he

returned with a tube of lubricant, squeezing a generous amount into his hand. He

paused at the foot of the bed to enjoy the sight of her on her knees, her legs spread and

ass high in the air as she waited for him.

Chase climbed onto the bed between her legs, his slick fingers moving down the

cleft of her ass to the tight opening. He slid one finger inside her ass. She was tight. So

tight that he’d not fit until he loosened her.

“You ever been taken up the ass?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Only fingers.”

“You want me to stop?”

Again she shook her head. “No. Take all of me.”

Knowing that she’d never been taken this way before, and the sight of her so

submissive before him, her tight little ass struggling to accept more, was enough to

wipe civility from his mind, to erase everything but the primal male from his nature. He

had to make every part of her his, to brand her with his touch.

Ana breathed out a moan as he worked two fingers inside her, and arched her back

more, causing her ass to raise and spread further.

“That’s it baby,” he crooned in a voice thick with desire, working to get three

fingers inside her, stretching her ass as he stroked deeper. “Take it.”

Her response was the groan of a woman surrendering. She pushed back against his

fingers and reached down with one hand to stroke her clit.

His balls began to ache as he worked her ass, her lusty moans urging him to drive

deeper. “I…I need…” she groaned and supplied the rest of it without words, continuing

to stroke her fingers over her clit.

Within moments her pussy flowered, opening and glistening. “More,” she

breathed. “Take me, Chase. Take me.”

Chase needed no further invitation. With his fingers still sunk in her ass, he

squeezed lubricant over his dick. He eased his fingers out of her, and rubbed the head

of his cock against her ass.

Ana groaned as he pressed inside, the muscle protesting at the invasion. “Loosen

up, Fancy. Let me have you.”

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“Do it,” she whispered. “Now.”

Chase slowly pressed, feeling her stretch to accommodate him, sliding slowly inside

her. Ana’s groan when he pushed inside her was one of longing and surrender, one that

robbed him of reason and control. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass to

him, impaling her on his length.

She cried out but moved against him, offering him all that he wanted. Chase

stroked slowly, easing out just an inch or so then pressing deep. He knew she struggled

to accommodate him, knew that he was taking what she’d offered to no one else. That

alone was enough to start the tremors in his belly as an orgasm started to swell.

He tried to prolong it, to move slow and easy, but the need was too great. She was

his and the male inside demanded that he take her.

“You’re mine, Fancy!” he rasped, his breath coming faster and harder as climax

threatened to overwhelm him. “Mine.”

“Yes,” she breathed, matching him in passion and need, the seductress giving way

to the animal in her nature that longed to be taken, to be dominated. “Now, now, now!”

With a groan Chase exploded, his dick pulsing as he shot deep inside her. Ana

screamed his name as her orgasm rocked her. She clung to him, her body rolling and

bucking.