Chapter 44 Chapter 43

Chapter 44 Chapter 43
My lips meet hers in a passionate kiss. The softness of her mouth against mine sends a shiver through me, and when my tongue invades, I taste her sweet flavor, a taste that makes me dizzy. Chloe's hands rise to the nape of my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me even closer. The heat of her touch courses over my skin in waves, and I respond by squeezing her waist, feeling every curve beneath my fingers, unable to want to let go.

My fingers find the thin strap of her nightgown and slowly slide it down her shoulder. The fabric slips away, revealing more of the warm skin that burns under my touch. I interrupt the kiss only to trail my lips over hers, heading down towards her neck.

I press my mouth there, feeling her skin prickle at the contact. I take a deep breath, inhaling the soft perfume mixed with her warmth, and let my lips press in slow kisses. Chloe lets out a shaky sigh, her head tilting slightly to the side in surrender, offering me even more space.

I moved down with my mouth, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her hot skin. I pulled her nightgown down until her breasts were fully in view—soft, her nipples already hard, begging for attention.

My hand rose and closed around one of them, feeling its weight in the middle of my palm. I squeezed slowly, and she arched. I ran my thumb over the nipple, circling and pinching.

Then I lowered my mouth to the other and covered it completely. I sucked hard, then nibbled lightly. Chloe moaned loudly, her fingers digging into my hair and pulling.

A smile curves on my lips as I pull the nightgown down, revealing every inch of her skin. My breath grows heavier with each uncovered patch—her flat stomach, the curve of her hip—and my control begins to slip through my fingers.

I tear the garment off completely, pulling it past her open legs, until she is completely naked before me. I stop just to look. What a sight. Her breasts rising and falling, her skin prickled, and the way she looks at me—dark eyes, full of desire, already pleading without saying a word.

I start unbuttoning my shirt slowly, without taking my eyes off her. Each undone button reveals more of the skin of my torso until the shirt slides off my shoulders and falls to the floor. I lean in close, feeling her breath catch for a moment.

Chloe's hands roam my chest in movements hesitant at first, but soon firmer, exploring every line of my muscles. I see her bite her lower lip, her eyes shining as if fighting her own desire.

"For someone who says she hates me..." I murmur, my voice hoarse. "You seem to like what you see."

She raises her gaze to mine. A challenging smile curves at the corner of her mouth.

"I can do both at the same time. And right now... I want you."

Chloe stands up and her mouth meets mine in an urgent kiss, which I return with the same intensity. My hand slides down the side of her body, over the curve of her hip, until I grab her thigh, pulling her hard against me.

Meanwhile, I feel Chloe's fingers working at my waist—agile, eager. The metallic click of my belt being undone echoes in the room. The kiss is interrupted for a moment, just long enough for Chloe, with her eyes fixed on mine, to push my pants and boxers down. The clothes fall to my ankles, leaving me completely exposed.

The cool air of the room hits my skin all at once, but it's nothing compared to the heat throbbing between my legs. My cock is already fully hard, pulsing, and a translucent bead of pre-cum is already dripping from the tip, sticky.
She doesn't break eye contact as she slides a hand down my thigh, her touch deliberate and slow, until her fingers close around me. A low moan escapes my throat when her thumb passes over the tip, spreading the wetness.

"Missed him?" I grin maliciously, staring at her flushed face.
"Tch... Shut up."
"I bet you did."

I climb onto the bed and position myself between her spread legs, which are already waiting for me. Without losing eye contact, I lower my hand and find her center with my thumb. I apply a firm, circular pressure directly to her clit, already swollen and sensitive.

A shock runs through Chloe's body. She arches her back, sinking her fingers into the sheet, and a muffled, husky moan escapes her lips. Her breathing quickens, her eyes darken with desire, and I feel her entire body respond under my skin, pulsing against my touch.

"Can't handle a little teasing?" I whisper, my voice a thread of challenge. "You're so sensitive... and we've barely started."

My ring finger descends to her center, finding the heat and wetness that already betray her. She shudders all over, and a slow smile spreads across my lips. I arch an eyebrow, defiant.

"Look at you... Shaking already from a few touches. You're so quiet. Why aren't you cursing at me, Chloe? Hm?" I ask, while the tip of my finger circles her clit, slow and deliberate. "You like it when I do this..."

Without warning, I slide a finger inside her, all the way to the hilt. The wet, tight heat closes around my finger in a gasping spasm. A muffled, ragged moan escapes her throat, the final confirmation that control was now mine.

I push a second finger in, and she arches with a stifled moan, a sound that is almost a sigh of surrender. I start a firm, repetitive rhythm, feeling her body adjust, open up for me. The warm wetness coats my fingers, and the low, wet sound of the movement fills the silence between our panting breaths. I lean over her, my hot breath against her ear, and whisper in a hoarse voice that isn't entirely my own:

"If I knew you'd get this quiet with just two fingers inside you... I would have done this sooner."

I increase the speed, my fingers finding a fast rhythm. She writhes beneath me, a continuous, husky moan escaping her throat. Her hips buck, trying to match the movement, but I hold her hip with my free hand, keeping her in place, forcing her to accept only that contact.