Page 47 of Light My Fire

I swear even the bottoms of my feet are tingling.

He groans. “No. I can’t. Not this first time.” He stops and breathes. “We’ll… work up to that.”

I laugh again and wrap my arms around him. “Well, how about you just fuck me regular right now then?”

He tenses and I think I said something wrong. But then he drops his forehead to mine. “Hearing this pretty mouth say ‘fuck me’ is going to kill me.”

“No. You can’t die before you make me come again.”

His groan is louder and longer this time. “Hearingthatis going to kill me, too.”

“Then just do it,” I say, feeling a surge of happiness and some kind of feminine power. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, and he sinks deeper.

We both groan.

There’s a little flash of pain but it fades quickly.

“Jesus, Brooke, baby, I need to move.”

“Yes, move,” I plead.

“Hang on.” He slips one hand under my ass and lifts me slightly.

Then he thrusts and I realize he’s just sunk in another couple of inches. And now he’s fully inside me. And yeah, wow, I feelfull. And stretched. And a little uncomfortable.

“Brooke?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. Okay, maybe more than a little uncomfortable.

“Brooke?” He lifts his head.

I take a deep breath. “Just a second.”

“Jesus. Fuck. Dammit.”

He starts to move, but I clutch at his back. “Just a second.”

He stops, breathing hard.

“Kiss me?” I ask.

He finds my lips immediately, kissing me softly, then deeper. I lick my tongue along his lower lip and then slip it inside. He returns the strokes of my tongue and a rumble in his chest vibrates through me and I feel his hand running up and down my side. Otherwise, he’s still just like I asked.

I let myself relax. I focus on the feelings of his body against mine. How much hecaresabout this being good. I remember his fingers and his mouth where his huge cock is now, and I feel my inner muscles start to relax and heat.

After kissing for a couple of minutes, I pull back. “You can move now.”

He looks concerned. And that right there makes mesure.

“I’m sure, Wyatt,” I tell him before he even asks.

He holds his breath as he moves his hips in a small stroke.

“More,” I encourage, squeezing his ass.

He pulls out further, then sinks back in.

And yeah…that’s nice. I sigh. “Oh, yes, like that.”

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