Seconds later, the heavy pats and heated little caresses began. Not really a slap, not yet. They built, burning her flesh and sending waves of wildfire bursting through her nerve endings.

She couldn’t stand it. She shook her head and pressed back, needing more. She cried out his name, fought for balance and for control, and found there was nothing but the pleasure to hold on to.

“So pretty,” Chase breathed out roughly, his fingers easing through the narrow cleft. “I’m going to have you here tonight, Kia.” He pressed against the tiny, hidden entrance. “So slow and easy. You’ll feel every inch of penetration, every caress to every nerve ending.”

“This so isn’t right.” She jerked, pressing back as the pressure eased and he shifted behind her. “Untie me. I’ll torture you, too.”

“That wasn’t the deal, darlin’,” he crooned. “The deal is, I can make you pass out when you come. Just like you dared me to do when you bragged about that damned vibrator. Remember?”

She groaned. “I lied.”

“Of course you lied.” She felt his kiss against her rear. “Nothing can ever make you come like I can, Kia. We both know that. Don’t we?”

She bit the sheet again and he chuckled.

“Are you ready to give in, baby? All you have to do is say the word, and I can fill that tight pussy, slow and sweet, and make you come in five seconds flat.”

“You cheat,” she moaned.

“I want you wild beneath me.” He nipped her rear as she felt his fingers, slick, thick with lubrication at her back door once more. “I want you to feel the darkness, Kia. I want to tear into you, take hold. I want you to feel what I need to give you.” A finger eased inside her, parting the tender, nerve-filled tissue as she arched back, taking it deeper, easier than she ever had.

He retreated. A second finger joined, eased inside her, and she took it eagerly, moaning at the little pinch of sensation that ricocheted through the narrow passage.

“So sweet.” His wrist twisted, his fingers pumped inside her, preparing her, stretching her, then retreating slowly.

She would come. She could feel it. She was going to climax whether he wanted her to or not. The sensations alone would drive her into ecstasy.

Three fingers. She was on her knees, backing into the impalement.

“Ah, yes.” Her head tossed against the mattress, flames licked over her, inside her. “Chase. Do something. Do it now.”

The slow, easy thrusts were killing her. She could feel her orgasm just out of reach, so close, building inside her, tormenting her clit. Her pussy wept with need, spasmed at the erotic emptiness inside it.

Chase moved closer, his jaw tightening, the most erotic pleasure he had ever known filling him as he parted the cheeks of her ass and tucked the head of his cock at the tiny entrance of her ass.

Chase could feel the sweat rolling down his neck, his back. He was fighting to breathe, to blink the moisture from his eyes as he watched her press back, watched the tiny hole flare open, rosy and sweet, and take the tip of his cock.

“Yeah, take it, sweetheart.” He watched, entranced, forcing himself to stay still.

He loved this about her. Loved how easily she took the pleasure and returned it. He watched, dazed, as the entrance stretched around him, sucking him into her.

It was blazing hot, so fucking tight. The tight ring of muscle just inside flexed around him almost painfully as he gritted his teeth and let her set this pace.

She worked her ass onto him, taking him slow and easy, easing over the thick head as her moans turned to cries and heated the air around them further.

“Oh God! Chase!” she screamed his name as the head of his cock popped past the snug tissue and eased into the heated channel.

She was on her elbows, her ass lifted to him, her flesh stretched tight around the base of his erection as he shook his head and fought against the need to come.

Never, never had he had such a hard time controlling his own climax. He could fuck for hours. He could send a woman screaming into half a dozen orgasms before he came once and only broke a sweat from the exertion. Not the need to hold back.

Until Kia. Until he touched her, held her, until he knew a pleasure that burned through his senses like the cascade of lava from a volcano.

Slow.

His hands clenched her hips as she tried to lower them. She would try to press her clit into the bed as he shafted her ass. The lightest pressure would send her blazing into orgasm right now.

He slapped the side of her ass.

“More. Please. Please. More.”

He breathed in roughly at her cries. He tapped her harder, slid his cock in and out with slow strokes. Nothing hard. Nothing fast. Just a steady impalement and retreat, working her open, feeling her tighten around him as her cries became distant and dazed.

She was losing herself to the pleasure. That was where he needed her. Ah God, he needed her there faster.

He pushed inside her, paused.

“Don’t stop!” She bucked back against him, trying to close her thighs tighter together as he held them open with his knees.

Sweet God. Pinpoints of sharp, ecstatic sensation tore along the shaft of his cock to his balls. He could feel the tremors of release shuddering in his scrotum, rippling up his back.

There was only one thought in his mind, the need to come. To fill her. To pump his seed inside her.

Chase shook his head and ignored the harsh, heavy beat of his heart. Slowly. Slow and easy. She was almost there. Almost.

Once he took her where he needed her to be, the rest would be easier. Her complete surrender. The utter submission to the pleasure, to where each touch he could give her would fill even her subconscious. Ease her. Make each venture into a new realm of pleasure easier for her.

He hoped. Unless this adventure was too soon.

He shook that thought away. He wouldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let it happen.

“Ah Kia.” He leaned over her, letting one hand move from her hip to the rounded curve of her breast.

Her nipple was so tight beneath his fingers that the slightest pressure had her jerking, nearing climax.

He nipped her shoulder, smiling at the thought of the pleasure, agonizing, addictive, that he could feel rolling through her.

He closed his eyes, shafting inside her ass with slow, shallow strokes. He had to keep the sensations peaking without pushing her over the edge.

“Chase. Oh God. Chase, please.” The sound of desperation filled her voice, pleasure so rich, so intense she couldn’t ask for it to end now.

But he was approaching his own limit. The feel of her ass, so sweet and hot around his dick was going to cause him to go off. He couldn’t maintain it. Not at this level or he’d lose it for both of them.

He eased out of the tight grip, sliding free of her.

“No!” Her hoarse scream rent the air. “Don’t you stop, Chase. Not yet.”

He held her in place, his hands on her hips, keeping her from pressing her clit into the mattress for those few, imperative seconds when she could have actually achieved her orgasm.

Once it passed, a shudder racing up her spine, Chase released her and moved from the bed.

“Where the hell are you going?” Panic filled her voice.

“Not far, sweetheart,” he promised, keeping his voice even as he stepped into the bathroom. Once there, he pulled a supple, inflatable butt plug from its packaging and washed it thoroughly before washing his cock. As he dried and wiped the sweat from his chest, he gazed back at her.

She was watching him, her look fierce, filled with raging hunger as her hips undulated on the bed. Instinctive. She was keeping that pinnacle instinctively. He wouldn’t have to regain the ground he had lost in moving from her, in giving himself a chance to ease his own level of excitement back to a controllable point.

Lifting the erotic toy from the sink, he moved back into the room. She looked at it, at him, and closed her eyes, knowing what was coming.