Page 106 of Burn With Me

Cracking my eyes open, I stretch my legs and notice I’m in bed alone.

I sit up and look around the room, and see that Luke is in the bathroom getting ready for his shower. Smiling, I climb out of bed to check that Penny doesn’t need to go out.

I pad to the kitchen, where the lights are dimmed, so I know Luke has been up for a while. I’m amazed at how good I feel a month after everything happened. My only lingering physical symptom is sensitivity to light.

As I get closer, I notice that Penny has just finished eating, and I bend to give her a scratch and pick her bowl up.

“Was your breakfast good, my perfect princess?”

Her tail thumps as she cocks her head as if she’s saying,Duh, Mom.

Dog bowl in the sink, I make my way back to the bedroom to brush my teeth. I hear the shower turn on, and I pause as desire floods my body. Luke has been treating me like I might break and has told me we can’t have sex until I’m all better.

But I don’t want to wait anymore.

The first two weeks home, sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I was tired, sore, and overwhelmed with everything I had to do to get the farm back in order.

Around week three though, I tried to give Luke a blow job in the shower, and he told me no because I was still recovering.

Well, joke’s on him because at my doctor’s appointment yesterday, I got the all clear, because yes, I asked after my checkup. Pam will never let me live that down.

I pick up the pace to join him in the shower, peeling my sleep shirt over my head as I walk into the bedroom and bending to take my panties off.

Walking into the bathroom, I’m surrounded by his smell, and I feel myself get wetter. As quickly as I can, I cover my cast with the bag I’ve been using and tape it down. Looking down at it, I shrug.

It’s not sexy, but just working with what I got.

“Good morning, sweetness. I didn’t wake you, did I?” he says without turning around.

“No, it was time to get up,” I tell him as I open the shower door.

He turns to face me and slowly looks me up and down, groaning. “Sweetness, you’re killing me.”

“Who? Me?” I come around to his front and loop my arm around his neck. “I’m just trying to take a shower.”

He groans again and kisses me. “You know you’re teasing me, and I can’t fuck you like I want because of your concussion.”

Kissing down his body, I go to my knees. “I got the all clear at the doctor yesterday.”

I don’t give him a chance to say anything as I wrap my non-casted hand around his base and lick up the underside of this length.

He drops his chin to his chest and threads his fingers in my hair. “What did they tell you, baby?”

I look up at him. “I can resume all regular activities.” And I close my lips around the tip of his cock, slowly swallowing him down.

My eyes roll when his taste hits my tongue, and we both moan.

His hand tightens in my hair like he doesn’t know if he wants to pull me off or push me farther. So I hollow my cheeks around his length and suck. His hips jerk forward, and when he hits the back of my throat, I swallow.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers as he guides me up and down. “Your mouth is perfect. You’re perfect.”

I pull my head back to just the tip and lick around the head before bobbing up and down again. He pulls out of my mouth and guides me to my feet, backing me up to the wall.

“I’m not coming in your mouth, sweetness,” he says as our mouths connect.

His kiss is desperate and makes my whole body come to life. Pulling him closer, I tighten my grip in his hair as my tongue lashes against his.

He bends and picks me up, and I hiss when my back connects with the cold tile.

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