Chapter 12

Twelve

C hance smiled as Tori cuddled up next to him. Tonight was everything he wanted already, but he still had promises to live up to with her. He intended to make good on those.

He slid his hand down to run up and down her neck lightly and was delighted to feel her shiver pass through her against him. She shifted to face him better and Chance took her advantage of the angle, pressing his lips to hers.

She moaned against his lips, and he felt his need start to peak. If he wasn’t careful, this would be over before it began.

Tori surprised him, taking the lead and shifting to straddle him there on the sofa. They were both still clothed but damn, it felt good. She broke the kiss, Chance tensing as she slid lower until her eyes met the waist of the joggers he’d put on before the movie.

He raised his hips as she lowered his waistband, freeing him. His cock jutted out towards her, free from its constraints and Tori took him in her hand.

He hissed out a breath at the contact. Shocked, he did his best to take deep breaths and let her explore him. Every one of his muscles was wound tight as she stroked him and her breath grazed him.

Chance thought he had himself under control until she took him in her mouth. The wet heat of her surrounding him had him thrusting up before he could stop himself.

Looking down was the worst thing he could have done. Watching her please him was almost too much. Not enough to stop, but it damn near stopped his breathing.

She added her hand back to the mix and Chance’s eyes rolled back in his head. This was a cross between bliss and torture. One he could take for only so long. Pulling her back up, Chance laid her back and slid over her.

“That’s enough of that for tonight,” he told her.

She didn’t say a word, but lifted her body so he could help her undress.

“I need to get the condoms,” he sighed. Should have brought them in here with them. He had intended to make it to the bed first tonight, though.

“Don’t need it,” she told him.

They hadn’t used one last time, but he wasn’t sure she would want to continue. He definitely didn’t want to use one, given the option.

“You sure?” he checked.

Tori nodded.

Needing no further encouragement, Chance settled between her legs at her opening. She was soaked. He’d barely touched her and he knew she’d been incredibly turned on by pleasing him.

He was hard as a rock and that knowledge made him throb. Sliding in her was like no other pleasure in the world. There was nothing to compare it to that even made sense. It was partly the lack of condom, something he’d never done before, but also that she felt like she was made for him.

He held himself still for a moment fully inside her until she grew restless beneath him. Pulling himself away from her, he watched her face as he gripped the back of her knees, pushing them towards her shoulders and pulled out.

She whimpered as he thrust back in, the same thing he’d done the other night, filling her in one move. Her face was a pleasure of its own to watch and he wasn’t going to miss a second of it this time.

He pumped into her hard and fast, watching the emotions on her face. She was a loud one, his Tori. Moans and gasps filled the living room as he thrusted.

Nearing his own orgasm, he reached down between them, letting that leg fall and wrap around him. Finding her swollen spot, he pressed down and Tori jerked off the sofa.

“Chance. Oh my God. Chance,” she repeated.

He added movement to the pressure, and she came in less than a minute. Crying out as she did, Chance knew his own release wasn’t far away. Her face was glorious, something that he would never forget and wanted to repeat as soon as possible.

He picked up the pace, needing to reach his peak before she recovered from her own. She gripped him tightly, pulsing as she rode the wave down.

Chance came with a guttural sound that he was positive he’d never made before. With one final thrust he slammed deep into her before collapsing onto his elbows and dropping his lips to hers.

They were both panting as they lay there. Still connected in every way they could be, it was all he could do to catch his breath.

Chance stood, freeing himself from her, and mustered every ounce of energy he had left to lift her off the sofa and carry her to his bed. She didn’t lay there long as he started the shower and she joined him shortly after.

He held her against the shower wall and took her again before they both actually cleaned up and laid in the bed.

Tori was tucked next to him, exactly where he loved to have her. Her head was on his chest with her leg over his and her hand resting on his abs.

This moment was one of perfection he repeated the thought again. He could do this every night for the rest of his life, lying with her in his arms. He wanted it, craved it, and prayed that she did, too.

He didn’t sleep much. Every time she adjusted herself, he would wake and make sure she was good. Then he’d spend a few minutes rubbing his hand softly up and down her spine or playing with her hair as he stared at the ceiling.

They needed to get up early tomorrow to Emmett’s game and he understood the importance of that. With no way to set an alarm from where they were, he floated between sleep and awareness all night.