Page 49 of The Problem with Fire
I grinned. “Maybe,” I teased. “I find that I’m partial to firemen these days.”
“Fireman.”
“What?”
“You’re partial to a specific fireman, is what I think you meant to say,” he replied, making me laugh. “Otherwise, you’re never allowed at the firehouse ever again.”
I put my arms over his shoulders and let my hands play with the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s definitely what I meant to say.”
Then Sayer got serious. “I missed you, baby. You can’t be fighting with me like that.”
“Don’t behave like a jackass, and I won’t. Problem solved.”
His hands tightened on my hips. “How about I just give you a good, hard dicking whenever I act like a jackass?” he suggested, heat already crawling up my spine.
“That’s not always going to be an available option with a teenage girl in the house,” I teased.
“That teenage daughter is with her father every other week,” he teased back. “I’ll just be sure to only piss you off on those weeks.”
I leaned down and kissed him.
I kissed him with all the hope I had that this was going to be something special. I kissed him like I wanted this to last forever.
When I pulled back, I looked into his eyes. “You’re not a rebound, Sayer. I-”
“Stop.”
“But-”
“That was a dick thing for me to say, Monroe,” he continued, not letting me talk. “I was feeling insecure and I lashed out.” He pulled me higher up on his lap. “I know I’m not a rebound. There’s no way this thing between us is a rebound when I feel the way I feel.”
Then the words flew out without any warning. “I love you.”
“Oh, thank you, Sweet Jesus,” he rushed out, and the next thing I knew, I was laying on the couch with is hard, gorgeous body over mine. “Say it again,” he demanded as his hands battled the button on my jeans.
“I love you,” I said breathlessly, and it was amazing how his desperation could turn me on so much. In only a matter of seconds, Sayer had my jeans pushed down around my thighs, and he was flipping me over, so I was on my hands and knees.
My panties were the next thing to slide over my hips and thighs, and I could already feel how wet I was with knowing what was coming next. Even though it was still the honeymoon stage, I loved the way Sayer acted like he couldn’t get enough of me. I loved how he made me feel desirable. Our age difference wasn’t that big of an issue, but the way he made me feel went a long way in squashing any insecurities that might arise. Had I been a more insecure woman, I might have not believed him about Daria. Those fears of not being enough for him might have won.
“I can’t keep doing this, Monroe,” he said over the sound of the zipper and fabric of his pants. “I can’t go days without being inside you.” He had his fingers splayed over my ass as his thumb began testing my readiness. “I feel like I’m losing my mind when I’m not with you.”
“Sayer-oh, God…”Whatever I’d been about to say was cut off as he slowly sank into me, making sure I felt every inch of his hardness.
It was pure torture.
“Fuck,” he hissed behind me. “This tight cunt is the best pussy I’ve ever had, baby. Christ.” I moaned, and even though it might be a bit crass to mention other experiences while he was inside me, telling me I was the best he’s ever had sent tingles up my spine.
“Harder,” I begged.
His fingers dug into my hips and my hands curled into the cushions as his thrusts became almost violent. He was bottoming out, and in this position, I couldn’t stop him. “Like that?” he grunted. “You need every inch of my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I cried out. “Oh, God, yes…”
“Fuck, Monroe.” His voice was tight, and I loved his animalistic growls. “Your pussy’s flooding my cock. I’ve got your cream everywhere.”
I should have been embarrassed at that. I haven’t even orgasmed yet, but I was so desperate for him, my body was already showing its appreciation. “Yeah?” I felt his left hand leave my hip, and then he did something that would never, ever had occurred to me in all of my fantasies combined.
Sayer’s finger joined his cock in penetrating me, and my entire body tightened with unimaginable desire. He was already sizable enough, but adding his finger stretched me out some more. While his dick had a specific goal in mind, his finger slid in and out without any controlled direction. When he pulled his finger from my body, I’d been sure he was going to slide it in my ass, but he didn’t. I looked back over my shoulder and Sayer was bringing his fingers to his lips and I watched as he licked his fingers clean of all the arousal he had gathered from my body.
