Page 95 of Burn With Me

I’m vaguely aware of her shifting, but I don’t realize how close she is until she speaks softly into my ear. “Does looking at photos turn you on?”

She climbs into my lap, straddling me as her hands find my shoulders. “Should I book a photoshoot?”

My hands grip her hips as I push mine up into her, my dick already hard and straining to be in her. “Only if you want to be responsible for murder. I’ll kill any man who tries to take naked photos of you.”

Kissing her neck, I pull her hair from its tie, inhaling her sugary lemon scent as it falls around us. She rocks her hips and throws her head back, reaching down to lift her shirt over her head to reveal a black lace bralette underneath.

I pull the cups down, palming one breast while taking the other in my mouth and gently sucking as her hands tangle in my hair. “Who said they were gonna be naked photos?” she whispers.

“Anyone who tries to take photos of you of any kind better be female, or I’ll rip their eyes from their head,” I tell her before reaching up to cup her neck and pull her down for a kiss.

I stand, and she tightens her legs around me as I walk her to the bedroom, both of us clearly in the mood for much-needed make-up sex. After I lay her down on the bed, I peel off my jacket and rip my shirt over my head while she pushes my pants and boxer briefs down.

My cock springs up between us, and her eyes darken while she licks her lips. Ginny reaches out and grips it,running her tongue along the underside of it before gently kissing the tip as she looks up at me through her lashes.

“Does that feel good?” she asks before taking me as far as she can down her throat. My hands itch to grip her hair and hold her down on me, but I fight the urge, instead, gently cupping her cheek as I pull out of her mouth slowly.

With my thumb, I trace her lower lip, glistening with her saliva. “Everything you do feels good.”

Pulling her bralette off, I guide her to lie back, removing her leggings to find that she’s bare underneath. She widens her legs as I skim my hands down her inner thighs and lower to my knees. One long lick up her center has her crying out, hands fisting in my hair as I shift her legs over my shoulders and suction my mouth around her clit.

I watch her face as I swipe the tip of my tongue up and down and side to side against her sensitive bundle of nerves, paying attention to her facial expressions and storing them away for later use.

She likes when I flick my tongue against her rapidly, but not when I fuck her with it. The left side of her clit is more sensitive than the right, and when I suck while fucking her with two fingers, she lets out these little sighs that are like music to my ears.

Her hands grip my neck and shoulders as she tries to pull me back up her body. “I want you inside me.”

The second the words leave her lips, I realize I didn’t bring any condoms. “We don’t have protection.”

Her cheeks glow pink as she wiggles beneath me, reaching over her head for the drawer on her nightstand. She opens it and pulls out a golden Trojan package. “I might have assumed we’d be doing this a lot here.”

Smiling, I sit on my knees as she hands it over and waits for me to put it on. “I don’t think I can handle how rough it was last time…do you think you can be a little more gentle? But maybe…not as much as the first time?”

Guiding myself to her entrance, I brace my weight on myforearm and brush her hair out of her eyes. “I’ll be whatever you need me to be, baby. Just communicate with me, alright?”

I don’t give her a chance to answer before I push in, groaning as she stretches around me, warm and tight and so fuckingmine. Her head bends back toward the ceiling as her mouth opens in a silent cry. Angling my hips so that I’m hitting deep inside her as I thrust, I fist the sheets so I don’t grip her skin too tightly.

“Fuck, Jackson! Right there! Oh my god, right there. Don’t stop,” she keens, legs wrapping around me to brace her feet on my glutes.

My teeth clench as she squeezes her walls around me purposefully. Her hands guide my face to hers, and she pulls my head down to capture my lips in a kiss.

“Is this okay?” I ask her when we part.

“You can go harder,” she answers.

“Do you want to be on top? You can set the pace better.” I slow my thrusts as she nods, the deep pink flush of her cheeks extending down her neck.

I roll us over, anchoring her to me so that I stay nestled deep inside her as we switch positions. She lets out a sharp, “Oh!” when she’s seated on me and shamelessly starts to rock her hips back and forth.

Electric tingles spread from my lower spine down to my toes at the vision she makes. She grabs my hands, sliding them up her body to palm her breasts, holding them there as she lifts and grinds against me.

“I want you to watch.”

My eyes immediately find the place where my cock keeps disappearing inside her wet pussy, and she slows her movements, dragging her hips in long strokes before lifting and engulfing my length again. There are white streaks of her arousal coating the thin condom, my cock bulging against it as if trying to break free.

“Do you like it when I watch you take your pleasure?” My voice is low and husky as I ask, nearly ready to come as Icontinue watching her fuck me. She’s bouncing on my cock, riding me faster and harder as she watches me watch the space between our legs.

“I love knowing it’smemaking you look likethat,” she says.

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