Page 48 of Burn With Me

My hands are tangled in his hair, trying to pull him closer, and he groans as I pull the strands.

Without breaking the kiss, he bends a little and lifts me up onto the counter, then moves to peel my sleep shirt over my head. Pulling his mouth from mine, he lifts the shirt the rest of the way over my head. He stops and takes a moment to look at my body, and I immediately want to cover up, but I force myself not to move.

I remind myself that I’m proud of my body, even though it’s not the same as when I was twenty-five.

“You are so beautiful, Am,” he whispers as his eyes roam over the expanse of my exposed skin.

And at that moment, all of my current insecurities fade away when I see the look in his eyes as he stares at my tits and his pupils dilate.

“So you’re a boob man, eh?” My chuckle ends with a moan as he grabs my chin, tilts my head to the side, and kisses me right behind my ear.

Holy shit, why is that so hot?

“Nah, I’m an Amelia kind of man,” he says as he kisses down my neck.

He moves one hand from the side of my face down my chest, making my body light up, and he pinches one nipple as he latches onto the other.

I groan at the onslaught of sensations.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, baby,” he says against my breast, and I roll my hips, trying to get closer.

“Do you need more, sweetness? Tell me what you need.” He switches his mouth to the other side and bites my nipple.

I gasp. “More, I need more.”

“More what, baby? More of this?” he says before biting my nipple again.

“Yes,” I groan.

“What about this?” He moves his hand lower to my shorts. “Are you wet for me, sweetness?”

When he slides his hand down my shorts, we both groan as his fingers brush my clit.

“Look at you, pretty girl, already so wet for me,” he says as I pull his head to me, and our kiss becomes frantic.

I can’t get close enough to him. My hands drop to his pants, and my fingers fumble as I try to get his belt off. He brings his hand down to help me with the button and zipper. With one hand, I push his jeans down, the other going to his dick, and he jerks in my hand.

He circles my clit once more and moves his hand lower, teasing my slit. “I need you to come for me, baby. Can you do that?” he says as he pushes a finger inside.

My eyes roll as my orgasm builds embarrassingly fast.

He adds a second finger, and my eyes open. He’s staring down at where my hand is moving rhythmically up and down his dick, following the pace he set with his hand. His palm brushes my clit, and he brings his eyes up to meet mine.

“I can feel your pussy flutter around my fingers, you’re so close. Let go, sweetness,” he says, angling his fingers to hit that hidden spot that makes me see stars.

He flattens his palm on my clit, and that’s all it takes.

I cry out as my orgasm consumes me.

“There you go. You’re so tight, baby. You feel so good strangling my fingers.” He groans.

My hand never stops moving on his dick as he removes his hand from my shorts. He brushes my cum on my bottom lip and crashes his mouth onto mine.

Our mouths break apart, and he says, “I knew you would taste like the sweetest thing.”

Without breaking eye contact, he puts his hand on mine, making me grip him tighter, showing me how he likes it.

The need to taste him overcomes me, and I slide off the counter and drop to my knees.

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