Page 16 of The Firefighter's Angel
And I’ll never take that for granted.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper. “My perfect, pretty baby. Such a good girl.”
She whimpers at the praise, and I grin as I lower my mouth to her.
The first lick draws a long, breathy moan from her lips. I swirl my tongue over her clit, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her. Her hips jerk, thighs trembling around my head, and I wrap my arms tighter around her to hold her still.
“Stay open for me,” I growl against her. “Let me make you feel good. And don’t come until I say you can, alright?”
“Y-yes,” she gasps, voice high and shaking. “Please…”
God, hearing her beg for it? I could die happy right now.
I devour her like a starving man, alternating between slow, teasing licks and deep, relentless ones that make her squirm. I work one hand down, teasing between her slick folds before gently slipping one thick finger inside her.
She gasps, hips buckling beneath me.
I slip a second finger in, curling them slightly, watching as her eyes flutter closed and her mouth falls open on a breathy sigh.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So perfect,” I whisper, curling my fingers again until I find that spot that makes her hips buck.
She lets out a deep, needy moan, her hands flying to the blankets beside her as she writhes, trying so hard to be good.
“Please, Daniel, I’m so close. Can I—”
“Come for me, baby,” I demand, and then I suck her clit hard while stroking her from the inside, pushing her over the edge.
She falls apart beneath me, trembling, sobbing my name, her body bowing off the blanket like she’s about to break in half. I don’t stop until she’s gasping and twitching, her body utterly wrecked by my mouth and hands.
I pull back slowly, kissing her thighs, her hips, her stomach, calming her down, bringing her back to me.
I kiss her again, sliding my tongue over hers in slow, possessive strokes. She moans deep into my mouth, melting into me like honey in sunlight.
“Do you think you can take more, baby girl?” I whisper, capturing her earlobe between my lips.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers. “Please.”
Thatpleaseundoes me.
I nibble gently on her neck, then slowly run my tongue over the sting.
Reaching between us, I grip myself in one hand and slowly slide the tip against her slick entrance. Her breath hitches as she feels me there, eyes going wide.
Her gaze locks on mine, and I see it…that flicker of nerves and uncertainty, shadowed by something far more powerful.
Trust.
“I’ll go slow,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Just feel me, baby. Let me take care of you.”
She nods, her fingers gripping my arms. “I trust you.”
Jesus Christ.
I press the tip against her slick entrance and begin to push forward, inch by inch. Her body tenses, breath catching in her throat, and I freeze. “You okay?”
She bites her lip and nods. “It’s kinda…tight,” she says in a small voice.
“I know, baby girl. That’s normal.” I stroke her cheek gently. “We can stop anytime. Just say the word.”
