The Sex Surrogate(105)By: Jessica Gadziala
He moved back between them, kissing a line downward.
My hands reached out, grabbing his head, and pulling him up. His brows furrowed. “No?”
“No,” I said, my voice airy. I noticed his face fall slightly, then the look quickly got pushed away. Patient. But I didn't want patience. I wanted him. “I need you inside me,” I said, my legs going up around his hips, pulling him closer. “Now.”
“Fuck me,” he said, bracing his forearms on my sides and resting his forehead to mine for a second.
“Chase, now... please...” I groaned, my desire a hot, twisting need deep in my core.
He shifted his hips and I felt his cock slide between my folds, making me arch up and groan.
“Fuck... so sweet,” he groaned, reaching between us and bringing his cock to my slick entrance. “So wet for me.”
“Always,” I admitted, my eyes heavy as felt him start to press inside me.
“God, I like hearing that,” he said leaning down and biting into my lip.
Unable to take the slow torment, my hands moved down his back, grabbing his hips, and pulling him against me, feeling his cock bury deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes. “You feel so good, but baby...”
“It's okay,” I said, reaching up to stroke the hair out of his face. We didn't need condoms. We never really did. And I never wanted anything between us ever again.
“About ninety-nine point nine percent,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. “I want to really feel you,” I said, kissing his chin.
His eyes closed as he started rocking his hips into mine. “My baby is so fucking perfect,” he murmured, his slow pace sweet and gentle.
But soon, neither of us could take it. Our bodies had been without each other for too long and were too desperate and soon he was thrusting into me: hard, wild, raw. And my hips rose to meet him, drawing him in, driving us both upward.
“Chase...” I gasped, feeling my orgasm crest then crash hard, my muscles pulsating around him.
“Oh, come for me baby,” he growled, thrusting hard, then burying deep, his body tense as he came hard. “Fuck...”
“I love you,” I said, close to his ear as I felt him come deep inside me.
“Fuck, I love you too,” he said, his body jerking.
His weight came down on me for a moment before he grabbed me and rolled us to our sides, our bodies still joined.
His hand went out, stroking the side of my cheek. “I'm done with this,” he said softly.
“This,” he said, gesturing out to the room. “As of an hour ago. I don't ever want to touch anyone else. I don't think I've ever truly helped anyone until you anyway.”
“I'll keep my practice. But I'm done with surrogacy. It's just you. It's always been you. I just didn't know it until I met you.”
My heart felt like it was too big for my chest. Like there was no way it could get any more full. “I think you should keep this room though,” I mused, smirking.
“Yeah... we might need somewhere to sneak off to when I take a lunch break.”
“That insatiable, huh?” he asked, smiling.
“Only for you,” I smiled back.
“Come here,” he said, rolling onto his back and tapping his chest.
I flew at him, my head finding my spot easily, sighing contentedly.
I got to have it.
My safest place in the world.