Page 78 of The Fire We Crave

“Can you squirt?” he asks.

I gasp. “I don’t know.”

“I look forward to the challenge of finding out,” he says. “You’ve got a great body, Quinn. And I want to know just how far I can push it. But now, I want to see it again. I want to revisit how your cheeks flushed, and your mouth opened, just before I stopped you from coming.”

I grip his wrist with my hand and move against him, fucking his finger as much as he’s fucking me.

It’s not enough. I want all of him, and yet, I can’t stop. Not when I’m this close. Not when I can feel the telltale signs I’m going to come soon.

Not when I don’t know if this is all I’m going to get.

“I’m gonna let you continue to fuck my hand like it’s your toy, but we’re gonna have a conversation about letting me decide what’s best for you when we’re done. So, you better enjoy itand get what you need. Are you gonna show me how you come, sugar? Because I really want to see it.”

My mouth drops open as I try to breathe.

My cry of desperation comes out unguarded. I press the heel of my hand at the top of my mound and don’t care what it looks like. I just need to?—

Everything splinters.

My body shakes, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Eyes, Quinn,” Smoke says, almost as breathless as I am.

I open them and watch him while I fall apart.

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SMOKE

Fuck me, I’m screwed.

I’m not certain what tells me that.

Maybe it’s the way her cunt tightens around my finger with such strong contractions, it’s gonna cut off my circulation.

Maybe it’s the way she utterly lost control, almost going feral in the way she fucked my hand and added her own without any inhibitions.

Maybe it’s the way her lips are the sweetest I’ve ever kissed, with an unbridled sensuality I’m not sure she’s even aware of.

Or maybe it’s the way she looked at me at the end, like I was her everything and she was mine. Like we’d known each other for an eternity or had never met at all.

All I know is, I’m closer than I’ve ever been to an orgasm of my own without being stimulated, and I want her here in my bed fore?—

Fuck. That’s a messy train of thought. Especially when I’ve just dragged myself back off that goddamn mountainside and woken to the scent of lemons.

Crushing my lips to hers, I cut myself off from thinking about forever. Nothing in life is certain. Forever is a weird construct to define whatever time we actually have left on this earth.

And while I can’t imagine spending a moment without Quinn right now, the cold light of tomorrow’s going to bring a whole other wave of feelings and thoughts.

But for tonight…

I hold the back of her head tightly, pressing her mouth to mine so she struggles to suck in the air she needs. I love the discomfort of it.

“Smoke,” she manages. It comes out more of a whimper.

Gently, I remove my fingers from inside her. My hand is drenched, and I drag it over her nipple before licking it like a popsicle. All flat tongue.

Quinn sighs.

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