Page 37 of Flame it Up

He gazed down at her, unable to turn away. All of her features were so fucking close to him, so pristine and arresting. He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face.

“Hi,” she said, giggling.

“Hi,” he blurted out. “You’re so gorgeous, Mazie. I’m sorry, but it has to be said.”

Mazie had her legs crossed over one another, with one of them sticking out in front of her and pulling at the dress, so the skin of her thigh was exposed. His free hand moved from the couch and slid over her bare skin. He nearly lost it when she gasped at his touch.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Pyrus whispered.

Mazie’s mouth had parted, and she had begun to breathe rapidly. Pyrus could sense her heartbeat rising too, which was a good sign.

“Is that so?” she said, her voice smokey and sensual.

“It is,” Pyrus said, moving his mouth closer to hers. “And I think we also have to talk about this wordfriendthat we’ve left lingering in the air.”

“Uh-huh.”

Mazie seemed entranced herself, watching Pyrus closely, and her tongue slipped between her lips. Her eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips, back and forth, as he slowly moved his hand up her thigh to the hem of her dress.

“The last time I checked,” he whispered, leaning in closer and closer. “Friends, don’t let friends touch their thighs like this.”

“Mmm, really?” Mazie moaned, which made Pyrus’s cock twitch in his pants.

“No,” he growled. “I don’t think they do this either.”

Pyrus slipped his hand beyond enemy territory and moved beneath the hemline of her dress. He moved up slowly, finding the smooth silk of her underwear.

“Oh, Pyrus,” Mazie moaned again.

He moved his hand along her hips, teasing at the waistband, then boldly lifted up the side of her dress. He saw she wore a shiny black thong, a single cheek of her ass exposed as she turned to face him.

“Fuck, Mazie,” Pyrus growled.

Mazie bit her lip, took him by the neck, and pulled his mouth to hers, speaking in a gravelly tone that made Pyrus as hard as stone.

“Touch me,” she demanded.

As much as Pyrus loved teasing Mazie, he wanted her too badly to keep the game going any longer. As he plunged into her mouth, he brought his hands back to her center, then slowly slid down two fingers between her legs.

She parted for him like the Red Sea, letting him into the most intimate part of her body. She let out a sexy whimper as he rubbed over her panties, sensing she was wet and primed for him.

“Oh, Pyrus, baby,” she groaned between kisses.

He rubbed at her as they made out with a mighty fever on the couch. Their tongues swirled and danced like a couple who had been together for years, knowing each other's patterns and desires like a well-traveled roadmap.

Pyrus felt Mazie getting impatient, moving her hips in a circle where his fingers met. It would be time to please her soon. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to make her feel the utmost spellbinding pleasure.

“Fuck, Pyrus, I want you,” she crooned over his lips. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”

“I want you too,” Pyrus growled back.

With mutual agreement, the two made out while Mazie’s arousal increased, running her hands through Pyrus’s slicked-back hair and slowly revealing her true, sexual indulgent self to him.

He wanted her to unfold completely for him because he was willing to do the same for her.

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MAZIE

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