Page 31 of Wild Fires

He looked at his watch and frowned. “It's later than I thought.”

“Well, we were up pretty late.”

His smile was real. I'd seen his fake smile enough to know the difference.

“Yes, we were.”

There was no sense in denying it, and I was grateful he wasn't trying to ignore the fact that it happened at all.

“Let's get some coffee and get to work. What do you say? Maybe there was another fire last night.”

He seemed a little too excited about the idea.

“And maybe you need to go home and change first.”

Technically we were both still naked, but I was sure his clothes had to be a wrinkled mess, and what if someone noticed he was wearing the same outfit as yesterday?

He seemed to consider that for a moment, and then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him. He kissed me, catching me off guard.

“I think I need you more than coffee right now.”

I sighed. “I guess we can start our day a little later.”

His large hands encircled my waist and pulled me on top of him.

I propped up on my hands to look down at him. It was a different view from what I'd so far experienced. He'd been very in control yesterday and seemed to have relinquished that control to me this time.

I loved it!

Not that I hadn't loved him taking control, too. But he had no idea how much it meant to me for him to encourage me like this.

I started to sit up straight while straddling him, but he reached up and captured one of my breasts in his hand and tugged me back to hover over his mouth as he drove me insane with that wicked tongue of his.

It wasn't just affecting me either as I felt him throbbing between my legs.

When he pulled away for a second, I pushed against his chest to sit up. I was already so wet and ready as I adjusted us so I could slide down on his long, thick length. It felt like heaven.

Fully seated on him, I closed my eyes and let my head drop back as I moaned loudly and then I started to move.

Sex with Ryan took me to a whole new place. It was surreal. It wasn't that I'd been with bad partners before, they apparently just hadn't been good if he was any indication.

In my need to scratch the itch I had for him, I hadn't considered it would just lead to even more desire. And now the bar had been set so high, I wasn't even sure I could ever enjoy sex again. And I knew that a guy like Ryan wasn't going to be long term for a girl like me.

Frustrated by that thought, I turned off my mind and let myself just feel and get carried away in the sensations as I rode him hard, seeking my own orgasm even knowing he was right there with me every step of the way. And when I crested at last while crying out his name, he let go and followed me over the cliff of absolute bliss.

I collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me and just held me as he sweetly planted a kiss to the top of my head. We laid like that until the panting subsided and our heartbeats slowed to normal.

We didn't waste words on pillow talk or affections. We both knew what this was, and if I could just keep that at the forefront of my mind just maybe I'd survive this affair with Ryan, but I was pretty sure neither of us was ready for this to end.

“I should probably just fly home and let you get ready in peace.”

“What? You don't want to join me in the shower?” I teased.

I could see the excitement on his face.

“I was kidding. You could really go again?”

“What?” he asked innocently. “I could handle a platonic shower with you.”

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