Page 84 of The Firefighter's Fate

“Make me.”

And I realize that I’ve given him the leeway to do whatever he wants.

I feel his fingers travel teasingly down past my belly button...

“What are you doing?” I ask him, my eyes squinting with curiosity.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he questions.

“I think you’re trying to annoy me, Connor.”

“Oh, just the opposite, Ember.”

I bite my lip again.

Damn, he’s right.

His fingers find their way to the edge of my panties, and I close my eyes.

And I moan.

“Yeah, that isn’t annoying,” I whisper as my body responds so positively to his touch.

As his fingers start to circle the rim of my pussy, the overwhelming urge to do the same kind of teasing to the firefighter grips me tight. Under the towel, my own fingers reach out and I trace along the edge of his underpants. I can sense his hardness even from here. The man is so turned on, despite the cold.

And, to tell the truth, so am I.

The man moans just like I’ve done as my hand finds his manhood.

Yes...

His fingers find my clit.

Oh, yes...

I start to play with him.

He starts to play with me.

This is so hot.

And I kiss him.

He kisses me back.

It’s unbearable.

I moan again.

He moans again.

And we bring each other to the brink. His hardness quivers in my hand – so thick and big. I can feel the bulge of his veins. We rock together, pleasuring each other in unison.

I shudder.

He groans.

My spare hand rests on his shoulder. I feel the muscles of his body and the thickness of his neck. All the lines and curves. I keep my eyes closed and try to understand him in a physical sense.

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