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“Are you?” She asks, her hand reaching out but missing the lighter when I pull it back from her with a quiet tsking, and a wag of my finger.
“Maybe a little.” I chuckle, shrugging my shoulders. “But you’ll like it. I promise.”
Watching her pull the crisp white sheet in front of her body and chew at her bottom lip in suspense is so cute. She gnaws on it, her dark eyes burning holes into my hand, her fingers twitching and tangling amongst themselves. It’s all such a nice part of the game. If she wants me to hurt her, which I know she does, I will. I’ll enjoy it immensely.
“Why?”
“It’ll make both of us happy.” I say, flicking the lighter again, this time lighting the flame. It jumps from the metal tip, flickering and dancing like a belly dancer, gyrating in the slight draft of her room. She’s watching it, mesmerized, her glassy eyes showing the reflection of the blue and orange threat. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
She trembles slightly as I lean in closer to her, bending over my crossed legs to grab the back of her head with my free hand, yet she allows me to guide her face to mine and kiss her lips softly. It takes a few moments for her to relax and lean into me, our faces pressed together, my hand massaging her scalp while I murmur sweet sounds against her mouth.
“I trust you.” She whispers, her soft tongue peeking out, licking my lips, begging for entrance.
It’s like a switch being flipped in me. Her acceptance, and the offering of herself to me is what I want. I want her to please me and let me please her in the ways that only I can. It drives me wild, and I tighten my hold on her hair and devour her mouth with a passion I never knew I had in me.
It's all-encompassing kissing her, taking her soul from her with my inhales, and giving her mine as I breathe into her warm mouth. I can feel my cock thumping between my thighs, wanting her, needing her again like she’s a drug, an addiction.
When I’m with her, my flesh touching hers,he’squiet. As if she was my heroin, she numbs me to the point where the voice is silent, but she also makes me feel alive in other ways. I can see now, as I feast on her, how people become addicts.
“I need you.” I purr, pulling from the kiss to nibble her jaw, then neck, sliding my hand down to her nape and yanking her closer to me, making her gasp.
“Zeph.”
“Yeah baby?”
“Do it.”
“I plan on it. Patience baby.” I say, licking and kissing her skin, sucking on her flesh, tasting the coppery tang on the marks I’ve already left behind.
Pulling the sheet out from between us, I lay her down more gently than I want, but she needs to trust me if she’s going to let me put the flame to her flesh. She settles onto her back, her legs dropping open, and I rest myself between them, still kissing and suckling on her throat, making her mewl in pleasure.
Her hands tangle in my hair, her fingers scratching my scalp as I tantalize every inch of her neck, shoulder, and collar bone. She’s so responsive, her body undulating under me, her hands flexing, and her chest rising and falling faster with her heavier breaths.
The feeling of her nipples grazing my bare chest calls for me to move my mouth down. I want to taste them, to suck them into my mouth and to bite them. I need her to moan when I flick them with the tip of my tongue then suck them deep into my mouth. She’s such a good girl for me, rising her chest up, offering them to my hungry mouth, letting me wrap my tongue around her little nubs.
I kiss my way down further, sliding lower, my lips and tongue tasting her belly, sucking her skin into my mouth, making her writhe and pull at my hair harder until I hear her knuckles crack from her tight grip. The tug on my hair eggs me on, and I wiggle my hips until I’m down to her pussy, my nose buried in it, inhaling her fresh from the shower scent.
She smells of sweet desire and the floral notes of her body wash. It’s so pure, clean, and angelic as I flatten my tongue and lick up her slit, from her puckered little asshole to her hard clit, then back down again.
“Oh God.” She moans, lifting her hips, offering herself to me as I press down on her legs, opening her more.
The lighter brushes her inner thigh, and she jumps a little at the contact of the cold plastic and metal, yet she doesn’t stop me, instead she melts into the mattress more, letting me eat her like the hungry beast I am. I lick up and down, spreading her lips with my tongue, and probe as deeply as I can into her, tasting her, reveling in her sweet and musky flavor. She’s divine, giving me everything she has, making my eyes roll back in my head.
The wet sounds of my mouth on her smooth cunt make my dick ache and pulse more, begging to be inside of her again already. First though, she needs to feel the heat that I promised.
She tenses when the lighter clicks, the flint rolling quickly, the gas escaping the tip. It lights in my hand, and I bring it close to her inner thigh, letting the side of the flame gently brush her skin. It’s enough to warm her, but not burn, and she moans in a surprised pleasure that makes my cock drip for her.
I let the flame go out, and lick over the heated area of her skin, feeling the remnants of the fire on the surface of my tongue.
“Zeph.” She purrs, her voice low and throaty. “Again.”
“Yes, princess.” I moan, still licking and kissing the flesh until it’s pink from my attention. Lifting myself up, sitting between her spread legs, I watch as she props herself up on her elbows, wanting to see. “Ut uh, baby, close your eyes and just feel.”
With a breathy sigh she listens and closes those dark eyes of hers, leaning back on her hands, dropping her thighs more, resigning herself completely to me and my flame.
I spin the flint again, watching the small fire ignite. It reaches for her, wanting to touch her, and I allow it to. It brushes against the wet spot, the edge of it licking her dampness, leaving little black lines on her. It’s fucking stunning watching it mark her, heat her, burn her, and turn her on even more.
Her pussy is dripping, begging for more of what I can do to her. She’s silently begging me to take her, to make her mine even more than I already have. My perfect angel is sinning for me, and I love it.
