Page 11 of She's Got that Fire

Kissing my way down, I meet her eyes while I lightly drag my teeth across her nipple. "So sexy, baby," I murmur. "May I taste all of you?"

Her chin tips up and down, then she gasps louder as I move down quickly, lightly shoving her pale thighs apart. Staring into her peachy, feminine folds, my mouth actually waters.

I dig in before she has a chance to get nervous, spreading her with my thumbs as I lick straight through her center. She whimpers in surprise, clutching the comforter.

"Stay still." I've never commanded a woman to do anything before in my life, but Opal's eyes blaze.

My tongue plunges inside slowly. She's already slick and sweet, moaning softly. A rush of adrenaline hits me as I realize I'm her first. The first man to evoke these light sounds and flutters, to make her feel like this.

I want to be not just her first, but her only man ever.

The epiphany is a sudden shout in the back of my mind as my tongue drags across her skin. I need Opal. She's my girl.

Reaching up, I grab her hand and place it on my head. "Pull me if you want it harder. Squeeze if you want it faster."

The way her eyes flare makes my cock lurch, desperate to escape its prison.

She whimpers again breathily as my tongue circles her sensitive little button. My thick, blunt fingertip circles her entrance, teasing as she strokes my hair. I’ve noticed before that Opal is just like the stone she's named after: multi-faceted, with different intensities when you see her in a different light. Now she's turned soft and sweet, almost shy again as she exhales slowly from the sensation of my finger slipping inside.

The feeling of us being joined together sends a tremor down my spine. Moving slowly, I find what I hope is a seductive rhythm, my left hand on her hip to hold her squirming body still. My finger moves slowly in circles, then in and out. My tongue mirrors that movement, bathing her clit.

Opal's eyes suddenly glaze over, and I think she's zoning out until she blinks, sitting up a bit. "I want you," she whispers.

Grinning, I give her a half nod, licking slightly faster.

"Oh!" she gasps, then pulls a pillow under her head so she can still watch my eyes. "That feels amazing. But… I mean, Iwantyou. I went on the pill when I was in school. So… You know."

I nod, my tongue moving faster. Her head falls back as she stares at the ceiling, blinking, hopefully overwhelmed by this moment as I feel the tension gathering within her. Giving her hip a slight shake, she meets my eyes, then nods. I need this connection between us as she comes. Need to feel her fall apart for me.

Opal is so focused. Driven. Quite frankly, obsessed with her art. I need her to understand that I'm just as obsessed with her. That she is going to consume me as much as I am consuming her right now.

I add a second finger and her hand clenches in my hair, pulling me forward. I assume that means both harder and faster, so I obey. Her incredible breasts rise as her back arches, her body tensing as her perfect lips open in a surprised O. Her shaky scream washes over me as she comes, trembling and wordless. Every shiver of her silky skin is my reward.

She releases her hold on me, but I keep going, wanting to prolong this raw, intimate moment. She cries out again, this time twitching hard through the hips as her thighs clench around me.

Then she collapses, boneless and spent, gasping for air. Slowly, licking up her precious juices, I stroke her legs, then press them together gently before lying beside her.

My hand falls to her stomach, the other arm slipping on her shoulders to hold her close. Even though she said she wants me, I am in no hurry – even if my throbbing cock has other opinions. Of course I want her now. Want to possess her. Want to solidify this growing bond between us.

But Opal is my fiery, precious gem.

And I want to go slowly and enjoy all the fireworks.

8

OPAL

Some women agonize over this decision for ages. Some commit to never having sex until they're married, or until they've been living with a guy for at least six months, or whatever timeframe they consider suitable. Maybe I'm weird for never really thinking about drawing any arbitrary lines. I always figured that I would know when the time came.

And now it has.

Liam holds me so tenderly, his huge hand moving slowly across my stomach, as if he truly worships my rounded, ample curves.

Maybe it's too fast, or maybe it's not. All I know is that when I look deeply into his dark eyes, there's something there. Something warm and wonderful. Something that I know in my heart he has never experienced with any other woman except me.

He's the spark I've always craved to find my place in life – which I know now is going to be West Stoneburg. Somehow, that knowledge gives me a little push of courage. Why be shy with him, when he just consumed my body with a fire I can't even comprehend?

My palm lightly strokes his forearm, then I shift, fingers trailing across his firm, rippled abs and then drifting lower, my thumb fiddling with the edge of his jeans to unbutton them. Liam stares directly into my eyes as I slowly unzip, pulling toward me so I don't hurt him. His pants are already straining, and I can't wait to see why.

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