Page 62 of Burning for You

I stride to her, tall and taut. She bends her left knee, showing off her thigh. I’ve felt that slender flesh before, and now she’s inviting me to do it again.

She presents the opportunity, and I will grab it with both hands.

I chuck my t-shirt and boxer shorts across to the corner of the bed. I kneel in front of her open legs, and then grip her inner thighs, very close to her loins. The scent and the texture of her skin drives me wild.

Carolyn sighs with no resistance. My strategy was to win an ally, but right now I want to win her heart too. Men have a reputation of putting sex first before logic. But I know where my head is, and where my heart is, and I certainly know where my cock is going. They’re all in the same place, going in the same direction—although the speed of my arousal has outpaced everything else.

But how about Miss Meyer in front of me? I’m not sure where her heart is. She’s so desperate to have me, like she’s going to die if she has to endure another day without sex.

No more playing hard to get. I think we’ve both surrendered to each other by now.

I display my bulge under the towel, proving to her that I’m ready. She nudges herself up so she can give me even more room.

As I move my fingers to the middle of her panties’ crotch, the fabricky sensation bluntly reminds me that I haven’t had sex with a woman during that time of the month.

“I’m clean,” she whispers, reading my mind.

Even if she isn’t, I’m sure this woman is going to stop at nothing to satisfy her seemingly pent-up craving.

With confidence, I slide my finger in.

Her sharp, erotic gasp pokes at my prostate.

She is clean, as she said, yet she smells venomous. But my determination is set. I will devour her, even if I had to die of her poison.

I pull her panties down while still holding on to my towel.

“You want this, yes?” I say, rubbing my towel-clad hardness onto her.

She just pants onto my face.

“You’ve gotta say it, girl.”

She mutters an audible protest.

Testing her intentions, I peel the towel off my hips while my loins are glued onto her. That excites her. But I swiftly withdraw myself, covering my whole groin with my hands.

Her eyes flare. Perhaps seeing my abs up close, she realizes the full extent of what she did to me with that rusty pipe. But soon she growls. I welcome her irritation when she yells, “God dammit, yes!”

“You want this?”

“Yes, I want this,” she pants.

My cock throbs upon her affirmation. Kidnapping a woman is one thing, but I don’t want to fuck her against her will—despite all signs leading to her being more desperate than I am.

I kneel down. She hasn’t stopped trying to catch a glimpse of my cock, but I lift her knees so they hang above her belly, and I keep them closed. She moves in protest of my action to block her views, but I’m not relenting.

My eyes zero in on the spot between her tight thighs.

Oh, hello again…

I greet her slit with warmth and passion. That beautiful entrance welcomes me home with a pucker. I’m meant to be there, it’s written in the book of life. But the tidy bush I saw in the Brilliance bathroom is gone. I smile to myself. Cleanly shaven, she actually glistens.

By now Carolyn has gotten used to having her legs closed. Even when I let go of them, they stay in position. So I take the opportunity to lift her butt up, and I swear my palms have never handled buttocks so invitingly, criminally knead-worthy. She has lanky limbs, and I’m aware of her curves, but her derriere is a national treasure.

I hope no man has done this to her, because I want my incoming oral intrusion to be unforgettable for Carolyn Meyer—so that whatever she does, she will be bound to this moment forever.

As soon as the tip of my tongue makes contact with her already wet pussy, Carolyn gnashes her teeth while mumbling inanely.

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