Page 59 of Burn

Why would I need help? Yet as he eased me backwards, lowering me with agonizing tenderness, I raised my arms intending to grip his shoulders and help but the pinch hit as my elbows rose above my sternum.

“Fuck,” I swore at the hot slice of pain.

“I’m working on it,” Voodoo said, amused. “You good?”

“No,” I admitted. “I hate that I can’t raise my hands without feeling that slice and then it reminds me that they put a tag in me that we had to cut out.”

I was lying against the bed now, all my damp hair on the pillow and my back against the towel.

“Then don’t raise your arms,” he cautioned. “If you want to touch something on me, let me come to you.”

With the lightest of fingers, he traced a line from my shoulder to my hip.

“For now, though, I want you to lie here and take everything I’m going to do until you come or say stop.” Sensual promise kissed every single word. While his gaze remained on me, he stroked his finger over my hip bone then across to the naked mound of my pussy.

Laser was expensive, hurt like hell at times, and left my skin smooth and unblemished. It also avoided the ingrown hairs after a wax. He drew a slow circle with his fingers.

“I like this,” he said. “Never seen a cunt so smooth and completely bare.” He followed the line along my cunt, tracing the lips to find them equally smooth. For some reason, his fascination and admiration swelled more pride inside of me.

“Laser,” I explained as he slipped a finger up to draw a pattern around my clit. It was the epitome of the tease. It offered next to no friction, but it made me want to lift my hips and grind against him.

“Sounds painful,” he murmured, then he slipped those fingers down to my entrance and teased at it with one finger while his thumb stroked my clit. “I forgot to ask one more question…”

“Hmm?” I was pretty focused on his hand and the way he caressed me. The petting sanded away the jitters and shudders that kept trying to rear their head. The feel of him pressing into me with his fingers was delightfully provocative.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

Like a record scratch, I hurtled back to Earth and jerked my gaze up to his. He increased the pressure on my clit, the strokes sending out waves to the rest of me. I couldn’t quite lose myself in it, even if there was a hitch in my breath.

A dozen different thoughts collided in my head. None of which I allowed to escape. They were all things I didn’t want between us.

“Probably wise…” I admitted. “After—” I waved a hand, I really didn’t want to discuss this now. “They did tests and gave me some shots but I never went back to the doctor to find out the results.”

“If they were bad,” he said slowly. “Doc would have reached out to us. He knew we were taking you home. He would have wanted to warn you.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But I think it would be better…” All at once, the moment seemed to deflate. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

Voodoo grinned. “Firecracker, you’re not going to hurt me. I can suit up to keep you comfortable though. So remind me again what you need to do if anything bothers you or causes you pain?”

“Say stop?” It came out more of a question than a statement. The smoldering look in his eyes was still there and the curve to his beautiful mouth beckoned for me to kiss him again.

Voodoo winked, then stroked his hands down my thighs. Laying this way, I was right at the edge, I half expected him to nudge me farther onto the bed. But that might actually hurt. The whirl of thoughts were falling like a storm.

I hated to admit it, but I might not?—

One moment my thighs were straight, the next they were apart. A moment after that, he had my thighs over his shoulders and then he open-mouth kissed my pussy like he had my mouth in the shower. The strokes of his tongue were in no way hesitant. He licked me from entrance to clit, like I was his favorite treat.

The vibration when he sucked my clit into his mouth detonated a quake of sensation in my system. Pleasure blurred all the lines and I fisted the covers to hold on because he was relentless. An orgasm hit unexpectedly and I jerked upright, stiffening even as I came.

Pain filtered through the pleasure and I fell back again, then beat my hands against the covers. It was too much. Too good. The thing about Voodoo was he didn’t stop with just one, another orgasm was right there. He swirled his tongue and then scraped his teeth ever so gently over my clit.

“Fuck,” I said on a gasp as I fought to suck in a breath. My whole world had narrowed down the place where his mouth connected to my pussy. Long ropes of pleasure dragged through me until they tightened inexorably. With every caress of his tongue, he vibrated those ropes that seemed to rock me every time he struck them just right.

Instead of leaving my pussy, he would go for longer licks and deeper strokes as he tongue fucked me. When he added his fingers, I stretched my hand down. My back ached, but I could barely feel it. When I sank my hand into his hair, I arched upward.

I floated on a dark ocean of completeness. The pleasure was going to drown me and I didn’t have it in me to fight. That he dragged a third orgasm out of me that had me sobbing. His beard glistened when he lifted his head to look up at me.

The tears fell out of my eyes as I shook from the release. Pinned in place by his gaze, I held a hand out to him. I didn’t have words at the moment. I barely had thoughts.

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