Page 58 of Burning Love
“Nope.” They got into his house and she shoved him against the wall. “This is sexy. You’re all male coming home from work.”Her mouth landed on his neck, her tongue gave it a lick. Not even salty from sweat. Bummer.
“We had a fire earlier in the night and I showered before I finally got a few hours of sleep.”
She was going to push the image of him fighting a fire out of her mind. She didn’t need that fear right now.
Something she’d never thought of in the past when she’d dated a man. Maybe because they were more boys than men.
“Then you’re ready to go. Where do you want me? I’m all yours.”
He pulled her toward the couch. “Bend over it.”
She laughed and wiggled her hips. “It’s like you read my mind. Why else do you think I’ve got a dress on?”
Nothing fancy. Just a cotton T-shirt dress in mint green that landed around her calves, but had two slits on each side giving her movement. She had canvas sneakers on her feet again. He seemed to like that look the other day and she had errands to run today after this. It was a typical outfit she’d slip on.
His hands went to the sides, grabbed two fists of the material and lifted it up to her waist.
She pulled her bikini underwear down while he’d walked out of the room.
Her head was turned while she stayed in this position to watch him return with a condom in his hand, his pants undone and dropped down while he covered himself.
“Touch yourself. How wet are you?”
“I don’t need to touch myself to know I’m ready.”
“This is about me telling you what to do,” he reminded her.
“Oh yeah.” She reached down and ran her finger between her dewy lips, brought it back out and wiggled it around for him to see.
He grabbed it and sucked it into his mouth.
Her body released a flood of more fluid over that move.
“Your eyes got dark.”
“I’ve got a need I’ve been waiting for you to fill.”
He snorted. “I plan on filling it...now.” He plunged into her quickly. She’d been prepared but not for how wonderful it was going to feel.
She gripped the cushions in front of her to hang on for the ride.
“Oh God.” He was moving in and out of her. Not fast. Not slow. Just right.
As if he’d perfected this position and wanted to make sure she’d get the most pleasure out of it possible.
“Play with yourself.”
She did what he said because she was the one who told him she wanted it this way.
Her hand went between her legs, found the swollen bundle of nerves that always sent her over with minimal contact.
But she wasn’t sure she was ready to end this now.
She pressed down on the sensitive bud hoping to prolong the ending.
But his fingers were gripping her hips tighter, he was sliding in more forcefully and she was starting to wonder if his control was sapped.
“I’m really close.”
