Page 111 of Burn for You

I pull the toy back until it’s almost completely out of her. Her eyes open to look at me as I leave it there, pulsing just past her entrance. I inch it back inside of her, slowly, making sure her eyes are locked on mine with every second I spend pushing the toy inside of her. She closes her eyes, moaning as it hits the spot she likes.

I work it in and out of her, quickening my pace as she writhes, dragging her feet up so she can press against the couch for leverage, and I let her, wanting her to find her pleasure, as my own builds in my pants.

“Rafael,” she moans. “Oh god.”

She’s moving her hips frantically, and that’s when I slide the toy completely out of her. She gasps and her eyes fly open, but within a second I’ve got my pants yanked down, and I pull her panties down her legs before I slide the condom from my back pocket down my length and push into her.

“Fuck,” she screams as I push myself all the way to the hilt.

I don’t waste time with slow strokes. I resume the pace I was using with that toy and slam into her.

She cries out and her arms pull on the chain, sending the table jolting against the couch. “Don’t stop,” she says.

I use both of my hands to prop her legs over my shoulders so I can drive even deeper into her.

“Fuck, Raf,” she sighs. My core burns when she says my name like that. With no sarcasm, no annoyance, just pure, salacious need.

The table jerks against the couch with every thrust, the sound of items falling onto the floor doing nothing to deter either of us.

I lean down between her legs to capture her lips between mine, swallowing every beautiful moan that escapes her mouth. She bites down, pulling my bottom lips between her teeth, and I groan as I feel heat building at the base of my spine, ready to erupt into her.

I thrust my hips again and again as I suck on the base of her neck.

“Oh my god, Rafael.” Her voice takes on the high pitch that it does when she’s about to come, so I slide my fingers down between us and flick her clit.

“Oh, fuck!” She yanks hard on the handcuffs, making the table lift off the ground as her orgasm crashes into her beneath me. Her moans not stopping until I explode above her and slow mymovements. I feel so perfectly empty as I rest my forehead against hers. The only sound in the whole house is our panting. And then I hear it, the distinct sound of something bubbling.

May's head snaps up, her hand covering her mouth. “Oh my god, the stew!”

“I thinkyou just need to add a little more spice,” May says over my shoulder with a giggle.The aroma of spiced meat is floating throughout the cottage as I stir the pot of stew in front of me. May nearly cried when I said I’d throw the stew out and make something else, so here I am, trying to salvage what was left after it boiled over.

“You’re hilarious. Have I ever told you that?”

She smacks my arm. “Shut up.”

A knock at the door interrupts our teasing. My stomach drops.

“Hey,” May grabs my face in her hands, pressing a kiss to my lips. “This is going to be great.”

“Hmm,” I mutter.Great.

It’s not that I’m not happy to see my sister, I am. I just don’t know what to say to her after so long.

May skips over to the door and pulls it open. “Welcome!” She says, holding the door open for my sister.

“This cottage is adorable, May.” Marisol’s voice floats into the space.

May shrugs. “I got lucky. I actually nearly burnt the whole place down a couple of months ago.”

Marisol frowns, looking around the space. “Really?”

May nods. “To be honest, I probably would’ve died if your brother here didn’t come and save me. My knight in shining armor,” she says wistfully, but I hear the sarcasm laced in every word.

“Really?!” Marisol says again, this time directing the question at me.

I envy the way that May can talk to her so casually, so effortlessly, when any words I want to say get stuck in my throat.

“I wouldn’t have picked you to be the hero,” Marisol says, filling the silence I leave.

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