Page 127 of Frosting and Flames

There’s no mistaking he believes every word he’s saying, and there’s something about knowing he’s so into it that makes my normally reserved nature let go. It was the same as in the shower the other night, asking him to take me rough.

“Touch me,” I demand, dragging his hands up my body to close over my breasts.

He squeezes me, continuing to pump into me from below, and my hands reach out for his shoulders to steady myself, loving the shift of his hard muscles underneath my fingertips.

He shapes my weight, lust in his gaze as he watches what he’s doing, and brings me closer, bending his head to lap at my nipple.

My rhythm falters as I groan aloud, and my hand curls around the back of his neck, holding him in place as he works at my breast, turning me on all over again.

I adjust the way I rock my hips to be shorter and shallower, tucked up closer to him like this. He switches breasts, one hand supporting me as he leans me back for better access.

“You like that?” he whispers as he sucks softly, then nips at me.

“Yeah.” I’m lost in sensation, waiting to see what he’ll do next, and cry out with excitement as he gently bites me, tuggingat the hard bud of my nipple with care. “Oh my God, yes. Keep doing that.”

He does, groaning with satisfaction, and there’s a tug deep in my belly, urging me to rock harder against him. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I suspect it’s only my chemistry with Nick that makes it this good. He’s the only one who’s ever got me this hot and bothered.

And he’s mine. Forever. He said it himself.

Eventually, he has to stop because I’m bucking too hard, mindless with need, and he settles his hands back on my hips, setting a punishing rhythm for us.

“Ride me till you come,” he says, and I nod eagerly, wanting that. “You’re so wet, aren’t you?”

I give a shaky moan of assent. He’s practically lifting me up and down on his cock all by himself at this point, my legs trembling and starting to give out.

“You want me to play with your clit?” he asks, bringing a hand between us. “Will that get you there?”

I mumble something unintelligible, which he correctly interprets as a yes, and as his thumb finds me, I’m reminded of the last time we were in bed and how he made me come that way then, too. How good it was. How he somehow knows exactly what to do to make me—

“Yes,” I shout as everything in me clenches and releases.

“That’s it, baby. Let me feel that pussy come all over me.”

He keeps his thumb pressed against my clit as he guides me through my orgasm, and when I’m spent, he switches positions and lays me out on the bed, his big body pressing me into the mattress, doing all the work as he fucks me.

Tingly warmth travels through my veins, listening to him tell me how he loves to make me come. How he wants to wring every kind of sound out of me he can. How nothing makes him happier than to make me happy.

A tear leaks out of the corner of my eye, contentment overwhelming me, especially when he finds his own release. He lets out a gaspingfuck, his hips jerking against mine. I hold him close, wanting to keep us connected as long as possible.

When he’s done, he sweeps a hand up and down my side, but doesn’t move away, as if he senses how much I need him.

“I love you,” he whispers, and I nod, afraid for a moment my throat is too tight to respond, but I’m able to say it back.

“Love you, too.”

We lay like that for I don’t know how long, quietly running our hands over each other, until he starts to go soft inside me. He grabs the condom at the base and pulls out, then goes to clean up in the bathroom.

I climb under the covers, sated and happy, and watch him greedily when he returns, comfortable with his nudity as he walks across the room and slips into bed next to me.

“What’s that smile for?” he asks.

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

He kisses me softly. “That’s how I feel, too.” He pulls me in close to him. “What was it you wanted to talk about earlier?”

I suddenly remember he just got off a twenty-four-hour shift. “You’re not too tired?”

“Nah. We didn’t have any calls last night, so I got some sleep.”

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