Page 11 of Burning Desire

“I have other plans today,” he mumbles against my skin as he rocks his erection against my sex.

“Okay.” The word is little more than a low moan as he hits a spot I didn’t even know I had.

Draven chuckles as his hands massage my inner thighs. Who knew I would find that sexy? Not me. He continues his onslaught with his lips on my neck and shoulder where the t-shirt has slipped off.

“Fuck,” he groans rocking into me again. “Your skin is so smooth.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I don’t say anything at all. Instead, I grab the hem of the grey wifebeater he is wearing and lift it over his head, exposing his muscles to my gaze. I want to run my tongue along the ridges of his muscles. His torso is covered with intricate tattoos that I want to spend the day looking at and tracing with my lips, but he has other plans.

“My turn,” Draven says before starting to lift the shirt over my head, but I stop him. He looks at me with confusion and I know I need to explain.

“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt out which onlymakes his brow furrow even more. “I’m a virgin, okay? And you’re … you. And you’ve probably slept with plenty of women, and I’m not skinny like Aurora, and—”

He cuts me off with a harsh kiss. I can feel the lust pouring off him. When he finally pulls away, he smiles at me.

“I don’t sleep around, Harmony. And I don’t want Aurora or anyone else, I want you.”

He lifts the shirt again and this time I let him. His gaze is like a caress on my skin as he takes in every inch of my nude form. When he has had his fill, his hands follow the same path across my skin, sending pleasure through my system.

“I felt like an asshole the night after I saw you at the store,” he says lowly, sounding more like he is talking to himself. “I came home and jacked off in the shower thinking of these gorgeous tits. My imagination failed to do you justice.”

I moan loudly, his words doing strange things to me. My virginity never bothered me. I just never found anyone I was willing to be that vulnerable with but now I feel inept. His dirty words are turning me on and I’m not quite sure if that’s normal.

“Do you like knowing that I think of you naked in my bed? That I dream of tasting this pussy?”

Fuck. Me. That. Is. Sexy.

I nod.

His hand cups my sex over my panties and I grind down. His words are so dirty, and I feel myself get wetter with every sexy confession he makes. Suddenly I find myself thrown over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry as he walks quickly to his bedroom.

Chapter Six

Can I Keep You?

Draven

My mind is spinning, and lust is riding me hard. But I need to take my time with Harmony, even if it kills me, and I will be damned if the first orgasm I give her is on the kitchen counter. There will be time for that later. Now, I only need her to accept the fact that I am keeping her.

When I enter my room, I gently lay her down on the king-sized bed with its rumpled blue bedding and smile when she tries to hide from me. I could say something to reassure her, but I have other plans. Grabbing her ankles, I pull her to the edge of the bed and slowly ease her panties down her legs before tossing them over my shoulder.

I fall to my knees and stare at her shaved pussy. I can see her arousal glistening on her puffy pink lips. She tries to cover her sex with her hands but I push them away with a low sound in my chest.

“Did you shave for our date? For me?” I ask as I run a finger through her wetness.

“Oh God,” she moans at my touch. “No. Yes. I don’t know.”

I hum as I swirl my finger around her hard little clit and her back arches off the bed. “You’re very sensitive.”

“Is that okay?” she asks sounding self-conscious.

“Baby,” I groan, pushing down on my erection with the heel of my palm, trying to get myself under control. “That’s perfect. You’re going to enjoy the hell out of this.”

Call me a dirty bastard, but the fact that this stunning fucking woman, who is spread buck ass naked on my bed, is asking me for reassurance about her reactions is a major fuckingturn-on. I fully intend to take her virginity and then mold her pussy to know my cock, and only my cock. I want her delirious with pleasure and as addicted as I am.

My mind spins at the thought of all the dirty things I can do to her and pre-cum drips down the side of my erection. I want to bury myself so deep inside her that neither of us knows where one begins and the other ends. Instead, I softly blow across her sensitive pussy before I run the flat of my tongue through her folds slowly until I reach her clit and then back down again.

“Fuck!” she moans loudly before clamping a hand over her mouth.

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