Page 47 of Embers

He laughs again and holds me open with his fingers, taking little jabs at my clit with his tongue. It’s not long before I’m babbling helplessly and digging my fingers into his skull in a frantic attempt to hold his head in place. When he’s teased my clit enough, he nuzzles again, his beard creating delicious friction against my skin. Then he fucks me with his tongue until I’m almost out of control.

“Grab your knees, baby,” he says, lifting his head once to check my face. His beard is wet with my fluids, and it’s the sexiest thing. “Think we’ll do better that way.”

I do as he says immediately, bending my legs and drawing my knees up toward my shoulders so I can hold them in place. This gives me less leverage to buck up and try to ride him. It’s a helpless, exposed position, and for some reason, that makes it hot.

He lowers his face to my pussy again, and this time he penetrates me with two fingers while he sucks on my clit. I make loud, messy huffs as a climax starts to rise. I’m doing my best to keep my body still, but my head keeps tossing on the pillow, causing my hair to fly all over.

He pushes hard against my G-spot and sucks hard on my clit. I come apart completely, shaking and sobbing through an intense orgasm that causes my vision to white out briefly.

I can feel him smiling as I come down. He gives me a few last soothing licks before he slides his fingers out and straightens up.

I’ve collapsed in a limp puddle of pure satisfaction. For a minute, I can’t get anything out except raspy pants.

He gives his beard a casual wipe with his hand as he gazes down at me. “Pretty good, huh?”

A giggle takes me by surprise. “I guess you could say that.” I reach up to draw him closer, and he repositions so he’s on top of me fully again, his face poised just above mine. “Thank you.”

“Never have to thank me for the best thing I ever did in my life.”

“It ranks pretty damn high up for me too. Call me greedy, but I want even more.”

His eyebrows lift, and he glances down my body. “Course you can have more. You want me to give you another go?”

He’s so completely sincere that I laugh and melt at the same time. “Not that. I want something else now.”

His expression changes. Deepens somehow. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure. I told you before. All this time, I’ve been waiting for you.”

He takes a long breath and lets it out. “Don’t think I got it in me to say no to this anymore.”

“Then don’t. Don’t say no. It’s what both of us want.”

He nods, something twisting very briefly on his face before he kisses me again. This time it feels like he’s all in, like there’s nothing left he’s holding back. He kisses me with his whole body—lips, tongue, hands, chest, legs, hips, cock. Every part of him is touching me, holding me, giving to me.

As he devours my mouth, he pushes his groin against me in rhythmic thrusts that trigger a bone-deep need to match the motion. My hands fumble clumsily up and down his body, trying to find the best place to latch on. I dig my fingernails into the flexing muscles of his shoulders. Then slide my hands down to the small of his back. Then lower so I’m gripping his butt over the boxers he’s still wearing. I want to touch him everywhere. All at once. But I settle on clutching the firm curve of his ass.

When the fabric of his underwear becomes a barrier that bothers me, I tug down his waistband, even as we’re still kissing.

He pulls away for just long enough to yank off his boxers. Then he kisses me again.

I would have thought the intensity of the orgasm I already had would tide me over for a while, but it’s not long before I’m hot and throbby again, trying to wrap a leg around his thighs and grinding my body up into his.

“Shit. You’re on fire again.” He’s broken the kiss but hasn’t pulled up, so his face is just an inch or two from mine.

I make a whining sound and try to move his pelvis into the position I want it.

“You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, I’m ready for you. I’ve been ready forever, and you’re taking so long.”

He presses his lips against mine in a brief, featherlight kiss. “You ever done this before?”

“No. Not intercourse, I mean.”

“Okay.” I’m not sure what he thinks about my virginity. He’s ducked his head to nuzzle the crook of my neck.

“I wasn’t saving myself or anything. I just never had the opportunity.”

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