Page 22 of The Problem with Fire
“I want you in the bed, in the shower, up against the wall, on the kitchen counter, outside in the fucking yard for everyone to see that your mine,” he said, growling that last part. “I want you like I have never wanted anything else before in my life, Monroe.”
I believed him, even if he was lying to me.
Even if he was just saying all the practiced right things. Even if this was all just to get me in bed. I believed him. Iwantedto believe him.
I also realized something else.
As much as I wanted Sayer’s hands and lips all over my body, as much as I wanted to lose my mind with everything he just promised, I realized that, along with missing the pleasure a man could give me, I missed giving the same pleasure in return. I missed kissing someone at the same time I missed someone kissing me. I missed touching someone at the same time I missed them touching me. I wanted tosharepleasure with Sayer, not just take it.
And I just couldn’t take it anymore.
Uncurling my fists from his shirt, I ran them up his chest until they were anchored around his neck, and I went in for the kill. My lips touched his, and it felt electrifying for so many reasons. The main one being that Sayer Hayescould kiss.
Our mouths opened for each other immediately, and he tasted like I wanted to kiss him forever. Both his hands captured my head, and he held me firm as his lips tasted mine and his tongue played with mine. It was only a damn kiss, but my chest caved with the forgotten pleasure Sayer was bringing back to life. I’d forgotten how sensual and consuming a simple kiss could be. I’d forgotten that, if done right, a kiss could change your life forever.
Sayer let out a deep groan, and I knew exactly how he felt. Not caring how desperate it made me look-or how crazy-I broke off the kiss, reached for the hem of his shirt, and, God bless him, he helped me pull it up over his head and off his body.
I lost my breath looking at the perfection standing before me.“Jesus,”I breathed out.
“Monroe,” he growled, and I knew what I wanted to do next.
I wanted to drive him out of his mind.
My hands went for the button on his jeans as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I wanted to prove I had something to bring to the table, too. I didn’t want to be a middle-aged divorcee who’s been without sex for too long. I wanted to be an independent, confident woman who wasn’t afraid to step out of her comfort zone.
“Monroe, baby-” Sayer hissed just as I wrapped my hand around his thick, hard, hot length. I moaned at how hot and hard he was. Even if I hadn’t been out of commission for so long, his size was enough that I knew sex with Sayer was going to be uncomfortable before it became pleasurable.
Desperate and wanting, I ignored whatever he had been trying to say and took him into my mouth. And I was the one who moaned around his length as his hands fisted in my hair and my name broke from between his lips.
I missed this.
“Goddamn, baby,” Sayer groaned above me, and I realized I really, really, really missed this. I missed being this for someone. I missed how good it felt to weaken a man’s knees.
Knowing there was no way I could take all of Sayer’s length, I wrapped my hand around the base and did my best to swallow everything he had. With my efforts and his desire, things got dirty pretty quickly. Soon, all you could hear were the wet slurping noises that came with the struggle of trying to keep my lips around his thickness. Soon, all you could hear were his moans as his hand tightened in my hair, and he started fucking my mouth instead of letting me suck him off.
I couldn’t say how long I’d been on my knees, but all too soon, Sayer was warning me to pull back. “Baby, I’m going to cum.”
I hoped so.
If I was going to do this, then I was going to do it all the way. I wasn’t going to cheat myself out of this night when I wasn’t sure what would come with the morning.
So, I wrapped my lips around his cock tighter, and swallowed as much of him as I could. I worked my hands, my lips, and my tongue in a bid to drive him to the edge.
“Oh, shit…Monroe,” he rasped before holding my head still in his hands and erupting over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed every drop and it had been perfect.
Too perfect.
Chapter 12
Sayer~
Holy crap.
I stood there with my hands still tangled in this goddess’ hair, wondering if my legs were ever going to work again.
When Monroe had kissed me, I had already considered myself a winner on this night. Even if she had wanted to take it slow, the fact that she was attracted to me also, and wanted to give this a shot, would have been enough for me.
But, Holy Mary, Mother of God, when she had reached for the buttons on my jeans as she dropped to her knees…well, that had been something entirely different. Had I been lucky enough to get her to say yes, my plan had been to worship every fucking inch of her first, before even considering satisfying myself. I wasn’t the one who’s gone three years without sex. Sure, it’s been a few months for me, what with the move and all, but not three goddamn years.
