Page 42 of Burn With Me

“I want to know…how to be confident with my body. How to…not seem so…virginal.”

Laughter sounds against my shoulder as his hands slide under the straps that hold my gown up. “Oh, Little Ember.Nothingabout you in this outfit says virginal. But this is what we’ll do. Tonight, you’re going to tell meexactlywhat you want. I want to hear you use your words, every single dirty thing that pops into this exquisite head of yours.”

He slowly starts to lower the straps, as if to give me time to refuse. But I don’t want to. My pussy clenches as the nightgown reaches my nipples, catching on them before he pulls it down the rest of the way, letting it pool at my waist. I can feel him as he bends over me, warm breath hitting my collarbone, thumbs coming up to flick my nipples.

“Can you do that for me?” he whispers against my ear before lowering his mouth to my neck as he palms my breasts.

Throwing my head back on his shoulder, I suck in air and arch my back, pressing my chest further into his hands as my clit starts to pulse. “Yes. I want to feel your hands on me. Everywhere.Please.”

The bed shifts, and then he pulls me to stand, letting the nightgown drop to the floor. Naked and unafraid, I reach forhim, sliding my hands up his chest as his find my waist before moving back to cup my ass.

It reminds me of when Jackson grabbed me last weekend, and the thought of him, while my stranger touches me, sets the fire inside my body ablaze.

He turns us, getting back on the bed and guiding me by my hips to sit down and scoot back against him like we were earlier. His hands move over my thighs, gripping the insides before spreading my legs wide.

“You’re not talking,” he whispers against my neck.

I can feel from how his fingers run up my skin that I’m so wet. I’ve already made a mess between my legs. “I told you to touch me.”

“I am touching you. Be more specific.”

My pussy clenches, more wetness dripping from it as his fingers ghost over where I want to feel them. “Right there! Please! I want your fingers inside me.”

Blowing out a breath against my neck, his forehead drops against my back for a second before he pulls me back further. I assume it’s so he can watch over my shoulder. Two of his fingers swipe up my center as one of my hands reaches back to twist in his hair, the other twisting in the sheets. “Yes, just like that. Only a little higher.”

“How high, Little Ember?” he asks, moving his fingers against my flesh to my belly button, trailing my arousal along my skin. “This high?”

Shaking my head, I squirm against him. “Lower.”

He dips his fingers through me again before they travel further down between my cheeks. “Here?”

“I want your fingers inside me, but also, I want them on my clit.” I cry out. I’m torn between humiliation and such need that I feel like every dirty word I know is about to explode from my mouth.

There’s a sharp nip to my earlobe before he says, “Good girl.”

The praise causes me to whimper as he pushes two fingersinside me, slowly, as his thumb begins to circle my clit. His other hand reaches around to palm my breast, letting the weight of it sit in his hand as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

My hips rock against his hand as his fingers move inside me, his thumb swirling around my needy bundle of nerves. An errant thought crosses my mind that his fingers are much more experienced than Chris’, which jolts me out of the moment.

As if he senses the change in my demeanor, he slows his fingers and asks, “Are you okay?”

When I don’t answer, he grabs my chin and turns my head toward him. “Get out of your head, love. Wherever you’ve gone, come back to me.”

He starts to move his fingers again, and slowly, like pouring white paint on a dark canvas, the present bleeds back into my mind, pushing back my dark past. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

“It feels good, but I wantmore.” The need to feel something rougher, more intense, overwhelms me.

“Can you take a third?” he asks as he teases another finger where the other two are already knuckle deep. His hips are rocking against my butt, erection pressed into my back.

It makes me feel powerful.

Sexy.

Using my hands, I lift myself to sit back on his lap, directly on top of his dick. The movement earns me a groan as I start to grind on him wantonly, spreading my legs even wider.

“Yes, give me another. I want to feel full.”

“Fuck, love. That mouth of yours just needed to be unleashed, didn’t it?”

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