Page 73 of Burning for You

“Twenty-six,” he sighs.

“Is that honest, or is that what you think I’m going to like?”

“I’m honest.”

“Again, great answer,” I purr in his ear.

Seeing my intention to strip him bottomless, Levi hoists his hips, giving me clearance to pull his jeans and his briefs down together.

This might well be the best decision I made today. His cock juts proudly, supported by his supercilious balls. I know I ain’t seen nothing yet, for I’m sure he’s not even semi-hard.

“Do you like what you see?” he says.

I lick my bottom lip, getting ready to ride him. “They exceed all expectations.”

He stops me from getting on with business. “Nuh-uh!” He halts my hand. “Show me your breasts.”

As soon as I shake my shirt off my shoulders, he kisses my exposed chest, seemingly unable to wait until I ditch my bra.

“These are a twenty-eight-year-old’s breasts,” I say. “Do you still want to fuck me?”

His lustful eyes raise to me. “More than you can imagine.”

Then without shame he buries his face between my breasts, rubbing his mouth and chin against whatever they make contact with. After that, he sucks both nipples alternately with hunger. While I have a penchant for tactile sex—holding my man tight—he seems to have a healthy appetite for tits.

I climb onto his lap as his mouth refuses to let go of my nipple. His hands come to the party, scooping and squeezing my bosoms. His urgency gets me hot—this handsome young man just can’t wait to have me.

Almost savagely he presses at them, nibbling, then soft-biting my nipples. I’ve never felt raw desire like this. Uncalculated, almost reckless, and seemingly endless.

His cock rises, close to full mast and I’m just about ready to give it a salute.

“Are you always on standby for me, Levi Holt?”

“Oh I’m always ready for you.”

Yet I pump his manhood from root to head, and it hits a shade redder as the tide of blood pools in his thick shaft. A perfect time to get that damn sexy thing in me.

My breathing gets heavy. It feels rather foreign, having my butt comfortably perched on a pair of sturdy thighs while a cock is inside me. It shows how pathetic my sex life has been. When was the last time I was in this position with a man?

“What are you made of, Wing Girl?” he sighs.

He’s come up with a winning nickname for me—thank goodness it’s not Honey Boo or Buttercup. Meanwhile I still can’t find a good one for him. The last time, I called him ‘Lover Boy.’ So cheesy!

Levi hoists his hips to go inside me further, groaning, “No woman should feel this perfect for a man like me.”

“Maybe because I’m made of you,” I say.

I’m filled, and fulfilled, just by feeling him in me. He has raw virility mixed with masculine beauty, and he’s somehow spiritual, and loyal—the wrong combination if you’re only looking for a quick fix. But I know I’m in it for the long haul, so I welcome the holy concoction of Levi Holt.

The thought makes my heart grow wings.

While I’m enjoying his ravenous kiss, Levi lifts one of my thighs so he can push his hard-on up and up, sending me to tilt. Inevitably his cock is squeezed as I try to keep my balance.

I moan for the friction. But I’m distracted.

“What?” the man making love to me queries my sudden pause.

A majestic dragonfly has decided to hitchhike and venture into the truck.

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