Page 69 of Flare
“I need more,” she said, reaching back to guide his hand between her legs.
With his free hand, he drew her down for another long, passionate kiss while his fingers traced lazy patterns on her inner thigh, never quite reaching where she wanted him most. His teasing touches had her squirming, her hips lifting slightly in silent invitation.
“Tell me where you want me to touch you,” Ward whispered, his breath hot against her ear.“I need to hear you say it.”
She gasped as he nipped her lobe with sharp teeth, a zing of pleasure arrowing straight down to the pit of her belly, fanning the flames even higher.
“Touch my pussy,” she pleaded.“I—I want to ride your hand.” Just the thought almost made her come.
He reversed their positions, so that she lay beneath him. His fingers finally slipped beneath the elastic of her panties.
“Holy shit, Emily.” His voice was rough with desire.“I can’t believe how wet you are. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He explored her with slow care, circling her clit in a maddening tease before dipping into her folds. The friction from his callused fingers was everything she needed right now. Emily gasped and arched against his hand, her body on fire with need.
Ward watched her face intently as he worked, clearly focused on her reactions, adjusting his touch to what made her gasp and moan.
It was so different from Andrew, who had always treated her pleasure as an afterthought. Ward seemed to derive his own pleasure from hers, kissing her with each sound she made.
When he finally slid one thick finger inside her, then used his thumb to circle her clit, Emily cried out. He added a second finger, curling them to hit a spot that had her seeing stars. Her hips moved in rhythm with his hand, chasing the exquisite pressure building inside her.
“That’s it,” Ward encouraged, his voice a husky whisper.“Come for me, Emily.”
The combination of his skilled fingers and the raw desire in his voice pushed her over the edge. Pleasure crashed through her in waves, and she buried her face against his neck to muffle her cries as she pulsed around his fingers.
Ward worked her through the aftershocks, only withdrawing his hand when she became too sensitive. He kissed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
Emily felt his hard length pressing against her thigh.
“I want you,” she said, her voice thick with need.“Please, Ward. I want you inside me.”
She reached between them to cup him through his pajama bottoms. Ward’s breath hitched.
Then he grimaced.“Emily, Ican’t.” He caught her hand as she tried to slip it beneath his waistband.“Believe me, I want to, more than anything. But I can’t go all the way with you.”
“Why not?” she asked, confusion temporarily overriding her desire.
“It’s my bear.” Ward closed his eyes and exhaled.“If we have full-on sex, it might… no, it would definitely try to mate you. And I won’t do that to you, not after everything you’ve been through with Andrew. Not until you’re ready… if you ever are.”
Gratitude washed through her, along with a fresh wave of desire for this man who respected her enough to deny himself.
“Thank you for telling me.” She nuzzled his throat, her nose scraping the bristles of his short beard.“But there are other things we can do, you know.”
She slid her hand beneath the elastic of his pajama bottoms and wrapped her fingers around his hot, rigid shaft. Ward’s eyes closed again, and a shudder ran through his body.
“Emily,” he groaned.“You don’t have to—”
“But I want to,” she assured him, thrilling at the hard, velvety length in her hand.“I want to make you feel good too.”
She wriggled and kissed her way down his body, tugging at his pajama bottoms as she went. Ward lifted his hips to help her, and she pulled them down, revealing his long, thick cock.
“Yum,” she purred as she took him in her hand again and stroked him slowly from base to tip.
“Don’t stop,” he begged.
