Page 38 of Flame it Up

Mazie’s body was a house on fire, and she loved it.

She had never ached for anyone so deeply as she did for Pyrus. His hands were a soothing rainfall over her torched skin, but instead of putting it out, they only further encouraged the fervent passion wanting to burst from her chest and the most intimate corners of her body.

She didn’t realize that she hadn’t had sex in such a long time until Pyrus’s fingers found the pulsing jewel of her clit. The pressure he applied sent her soaring, and she writhed against him like a wave crashing against the shore.

“Yes, Pyrus, oh my god!” she begged into his ear. “I want you so bad, baby.”

Pyrus moved his mouth to her neck, kissing it lightly, then pressed harder, sucking against the supple section between her chin and shoulder. It made her roll her eyes to the back of her head, every atom in her body buzzing.

“Oh, god,” she crooned.

“Mmm, I love it when you moan for me,” Pyrus whispered against her skin.

He moved his fingers in teasing circles over her thong, causing Mazie to quiver and shake like a jellyfish. He had such power over her. It was wild and absolutely naughty.

“You make me feel so good,” Mazie whimpered as Pyrus moved his mouth down her shoulder, pushing at the dress until he found her bra strap.

“I want to make you feel things you never thought possible,” he hummed over her skin. “I’m going to make you fly.”

Mazie giggled as he nipped at her shoulder, moving his mouth to the valley between her breasts. He licked at it, teasing the sides of her mounds as Mazie rolled up the skirt of her dress.

His hand had remained on her clit the entire time he explored her with his mouth, maintaining the pressure and circular motion. But Mazie wanted him to go beyond that. She wanted to feel all of him and for him to feel all of her.

Pyrus shifted from the couch and got on his knees before her. He was very tall, so his head was able to remain moving around the cups of her bra. He boldly lifted a hand, wrapped it around her left breast, and it popped it out of her dress.

Mazie clapped her thighs together with his hand still between them, gasping as he wrapped his full mouth around her exposed nipple.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, tangling her hands in his hair.

She was a woman possessed, writhing against the handsome, tantalizing dragon shifter she had only just met as he suckled at her. Rumbles of the approaching storm beyond were like God practicing his bowling shot.

She continued to gasp and whimper as Pyrus casually moved to her right breast, removing it, too, with such ease and precision from its enclosure. Watching him wrap his mouth around her nipple and close his eyes with such rapture drove Mazie even closer to the edge of cataclysmic implosion.

No one had ever treated her body like it was a temple. Like a temporary motel visit, sure, even a hotel stay if the dalliance lasted for longer than a month or two. Especially when it came to the first time, there had always been a sense of a rush that was incredibly self-driven.

But not with Pyrus. He was taking his time with her and seemed to be absorbed in every sound she made, every movement, every coo, and plea.

It made her feel sexy beyond any word capable of expressing itself in the English language. There was nothing that made a woman feel sexier than when she was desired and appreciated.

“Touch me deeper, baby,” Mazie said, her voice dusky and low.

Pyrus looked up from sucking at her breasts, then lifted a hand and caressed them back and forth. One side of his mouth moved into a smirk, and his lips lingered like hot coals over hers.

“Oh, like this?”

Pyrus stroked his fingers to the top of her underwear, then pushed past the hemline. He then laboriously pushed his fingers over the top of her clit, seeping through to the soaking treasures of her desire.

Mazie opened her mouth silently while Pyrus hovered his mouth over hers.

“Oh, baby,” he growled. “You are so fucking wet.”

He moved through the slick folds of her pussy, up and down a few times, then pushed two fingers into her. Mazie gasped and grunted, gritting her teeth as he stroked inside of her.

“Pyrus,” she crooned.

Desire fogged her mind, making it difficult to string together a few words or even a thought. However, Pyrus seemed to be enjoying it, returning to her breasts briefly. He sent an electric shock through her system as he played with her stone-hard nipples, then nipped at each playfully before moving down to her torso.

Mazie helped Pyrus roll the skirt up from her legs and then, thankfully, parted them for him. He removed his fingers from her for a moment to help her take off the thong, slowly moving it down her legs and casting it aside over his shoulder.

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