Page 33 of Flame's Fight

I hold her face as I attack her lips and her mouth. I suck in her bottom lip and nibble on it until she’s rubbing her pretty pussy against my dick. The dick that is growing hard as steel. When I attack her upper lip, I shift my hands to her breasts. My hands remember them. Using my thumbs, I circle her areolas until the nipples peak. When I flick them, she moans as she grinds down on me. I feel her gushing over my cock until he’s slick with her essence. She increases the pace as I pinch and twist her nipples. When her body tenses and her first orgasm slams through her, I shift my hands down to her waist and lift her up so I can pull her down on my face.

I have to taste her. It’s been too fucking long sense I’ve tasted her honey. She slams her hand against the wall as she bucks against my tongue. I clean off every drop just before she explodes again with a scream of pleasure.

Without words, she shifts until she hovers over my fully erect cock. I hold him in place as she slides onto him. I have to bite my lip to keep from coming right then. Hell, I’m fighting tears and my orgasm. This is home. I’m home. And I’m never, ever leaving.

I hold her hips as she slides up and down my shaft. Her breasts, bouncing with the movement, mesmerize me. But when my eyes move to hers, I can no longer hold back. The love I see in them does me in. I explode inside her as I cry out her name. I think she follows me over, but the euphoria is all-consuming. Too many weeks of pent up frustration, desire and sadness have me blacking out.

She falls forward, so I wrap my arms around her to hold her close. I can feel our combined essence trapped between our bodies. Right here, right now, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I have my woman back in my arms and I’m regaining the feeling in my legs. I kiss Brooke’s sweaty temple and resist the urge to lick her face like a puppy.

CHAPTER TWENTY: BROOKE

I reluctantly leave Flame’s arms to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom.

“That’s my job.” Flame complains as I wipe him clean before doing the same for myself.

Grinning, I lean forward and kiss him. “Next time.” I toss the cloth into the hamper and crawl back onto the bed. “Let me check your wound.” I say as I nudge his arm.

He rolls over onto his stomach so I can remove the bandage. It’s crumpled and needs replacing. I feel a little guilty for not taking care of it sooner, but we both needed to connect again. Throwing on a pair of sweats, I duck out of the room to find Scar in the infirmary.

“How’s he doing?” Scar asks as he digs through his supply cabinet.

“Better. The wound looks good. I may have Tally look at it tomorrow.” I tell him.

“He can come by here, and I can look.” Scar offers.

“Ok, I’ll tell him.” I reply.

“What about his legs?”

“He has feelings in both, so that’s amazing. He’s calling Tanya tomorrow to set up a schedule for his physical therapy. I know he misses riding his bike.”

“Tanya’s here in the clubhouse.” Scar says as he hands me what I need. “Ghost talked Dante into letting her stay in Flame’s room, since you two are in one of the guest rooms.”

“That’s great. Maybe they can start tomorrow.”

I leave with the supplies and find Flame drifting off. I apply the new bandage so he can roll back over. Crawling under the covers, I snuggle into his arms. Placing my face on his chest so he can wrap his left arm around my back. I breathe a sigh of contentment, knowing I’m back where I belong.

I wake to find Flame nuzzling my breasts. I’m instantly wet. How did I live these past few weeks without him in my life?

“Hmmm.” I moan as he sucks a nipple into his mouth.

“I want to taste you again.” He growls. “Climb onto my face.”

I do, but I align myself so I’m eye-to-eye with his gorgeous cock. As his tongue slides through my folds, I wrap my fingers around his base before slipping my mouth around his tip. We let out equally deep moans that leaves me giggling until his talented tongue gets busy. I run my teeth along the underside before flattening my tongue against the top. His flavor bursts over my tongue. I get lost in the senses he’s creating with his tongue and teeth while I worship his cock with mine.

Pleasure jolts through me when he plunges a finger into my passage. My hips jerk as he slides in a second finger and scissors them. I mimic the contractions of my pussy muscles by hollowing my cheeks. His hips jerk, and I relish how powerful I feel having this man react to my touch. When he curls his finger and nips my clit, my orgasm shatters through me.

“Oh, fuck.” I mumble around his dick because no way am I letting him go.

He slaps my ass. “Reverse cowgirl.” He orders. “I want to watch this ass jiggle.”

I scramble into position, aligning myself over his cock and slowly lowering myself onto him. Before I’ve fully enveloped him, he shocks me by slamming his hips up. The nurse in me marvels at how much improvement he’s showing in his range of motion, but the pleasure quickly turns me into a quivering mass. I can no longer think, just feel. He smacks my ass as he continues to thrust his hips up. The pleasure surging through me sends me forward until my hands fall on his thighs. I use them to leverage my hips up and down as I ride him hard. I’m racing toward my next orgasm. He slaps each of my cheeks hard, sending me over the edge. His body tenses under me just before he fills me with his hot cum.

“Damn, baby, you have the best ass.” Flame says as he continues to squeeze and knead my flesh. I glance over my shoulder to see his eyes glued to said ass with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Seeing him worshipping me with his eyes sends a small wave of pleasure through me. My channel pulses around his shrinking cock, making his eyes widen before he moves them from my ass to my face.

“I love you.” I tell him and he grins.

“I know. It’s a good thing, because I know I can’t live without you.”

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