Page 35 of Burn With Me

“Get. On. The. Bed, Little Ember.Now.”

He’s nearly to me, only mere inches between us. His sizedwarfs my petite frame, and I have to crane my neck back to look up at him. Our eyes hold each other for only a moment, before I go to the edge of the bed and begin to climb on.

“Slowly. Crawl to the middle.”

He wants me tocrawl?

I’m torn between being turned on and wanting to turn around and ask why he wants me to do something so degrading. But as I start to do what he asks, I hear him blow out a breath behind me and realize he has a perfect view of my bare ass and nearly naked pussy.

It’s not degrading. It’s fucking sexy.

“Does crawling make you wet?” His voice is low, the timbre sending shivers along my spine.

Nodding, I stop on all fours when I reach the middle of the bed. “Now what would you like me to do?”

“Arch your back, ass in the air. Grab a pillow for your head.” The edge of the bed dips, and I glance behind me to see that he’s sat down, eyes zeroed in where I’m exposed.

Slowly, I reach for a pillow and lay my head on it. The air on my naked skin feels thick and charged with energy. The scrap of fabric I put on for underwear is already soaked.

When he finally touches me, there’s an actual shock, and I jump in surprise as he chuckles. His fingers skim the sides of my thighs, up and up, until they hook the band of the thong and pull it down slowly.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I could stare at this cunt all day.” His words make me squirm, so keenly aware that he’s closely inspecting every inch of the most intimate part of my body.

“Touch me.Please,” I beg him. I’m not ashamed of how needy I sound. How desperate I am.

“No, Little Ember. Touch yourself, and let me watch you make yourself feel good.”

Turning my head, I see that he’s kneeling on his knees behind me. My fingers snake down the front of my bodybetween my legs to gather my arousal and smear it across my clit. “It would feel even better if you did it.”

Suddenly, my fingers still as I feel him moving off the bed. Turning to look again, I’m startled when he grabs my shoulders and directs me to sit up. “Come here.”

My back is still to him, and he grabs me around my waist and pulls me into him further until my back rests against his thighs. His cock pokes between my shoulder blades, and I press against it lightly while rubbing my thighs together.

“Spread your legs and touch yourself,” he commands.

Before my hand can find my skin again, his is lying on top of mine. He directs my fingers to circle and presses down on my clit as my head falls back against his stomach.

Moaning, my hips chase our fingers as he slides them down and through my center. “Push two inside.”

Between the wings and all the extra hair I pinned in, my back starts to grow slick with sweat as I do what he says. His fingers pump against my skin, pushing mine deeper as I continue to press back against his erection. My other hand reaches up to grab his forearm, my nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

The sound of us fucking myself with my fingers reverberates throughout the small room. His other hand finds my chin and tips my head back. “I want to see your face when you come.”

“I want to seeyourface. Why did you cover the entire thing?” It’s an odd moment to ask, but I really want to know.

He answers by maneuvering a third finger at my entrance. “Another.”

It’s slightly difficult to fit another finger. I have to shift my hips, and the heel of his hand presses down into the top of mine, causing our hands to move against my clit roughly.

“Spread your legs wider. I want to see everything.” He sounds hoarse, like he’s struggling not to come himself.

I’m still rubbing my back against him, his hand collarsaround my neck just below my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Don’t you want to touch me yourself?”

He grunts and tears his eyes away from my pussy to look at my face. “I want you to come for me.”

My eyes flutter closed as his hand strokes my jaw. “Come for me, Scarlett.”

Our fingers move faster, the sloppy wet sound pairing with our harsh breathing. It’s like an ocean wave unfurls in my body, rushing south and breaking at the surface between my thighs. Letting out a quiet, raspy cry, I push back into him as he releases my throat.

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