Page 40 of Flame it Up

She pressed her forehead against his, nibbled on his lower lip, and moaned his name.

“Pyrus, please, fuck me,” she said.

Pyrus had a mischievous, sexy look on his face when he kissed her again, then sat up on the couch to grasp his cock. He stroked himself before slowly bringing his cock to her opening, then easily slipped inside like a finger into a glove.

“Fuck!” Mazie whimpered.

“You okay?” he asked.

She smiled up at him, then pulled his head close. He moved on top of her, pressing his chest into her breasts.

“You feel so good, baby,” she said soothingly. “Give me what I want.”

A devilish grin flashed across Pyrus’s face. “I want nothing more,” he whispered.

Both of their breaths had hitched in their throats when Pyrus thrust the first time inside Mazie. Her body moved against the couch, then rolled in sync with him as he picked up the pace. He felt incredible inside her pussy, slamming against every sensitive spot she had missed feeling.

“Yes, baby, yes!”

Their pelvises clapped against each other on the cushion as the thunder roared beyond them. Mazie raised her arms over her head and lifted her hips against his cock as he pushed inside her, faster and faster, grunting as he brought himself closer to the edge.

“Oh, Mazie,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

Mazie felt empowered, truly like a goddess. She pushed against him with equal intensity, attempting to meet the speed of his shifter stamina. She wasn’t going to last very long as the avalanche of another orgasm approached rapidly.

“Pyrus, I’m going to come!” she bellowed.

That encouraged him more. He slammed against her like the hammering charge of feet and sent an electric line of pleasure streaming through her body like the peal of a thunderclap outside.

“Oh, Pyrus!”

She writhed and whimpered against him again. Her climax lasted for nearly thirty seconds of utter rapture. She felt him getting close, too, so she continued to push against his magnificent cock until she felt him spill inside her.

“Mazie, oh,” he breathed into her ear.

He had wrapped his mouth around her neck as he trembled, and she pulled him in close as they both wallowed in the aftershock of their explosive bliss.

Mazie couldn’t stop moaning, letting her body take charge as he lay on top of her, whispering her name over and over. His skin was warm and soft against hers, lulling her into a state of tranquility previously unknown.

Especially when it came to post-sex realizations. Usually, she was glad it was over with and began to plan her escape. Not because it wasn’t good, but because it was the aftercare that she feared. The men she’d been with weren’t the snuggly type, which made her not feel inclined to try.

But with Pyrus, it felt normal and natural. Running her hands through his hair as he breathed on her skin, pressing his ear to her chest, and chuckling felt as natural as the sunrise.

“That is,” Pyrus began, ”certainly not something friends do.”

Mazie laughed, a deep, satisfying belly laugh. Pyrus joined in, too, his rumbly voice vibrating through her body as they lay completely spent on the couch.

A glow inside her that couldn’t be explained through sex warmed her. She wanted to lay there with him for hours … maybe even forever.

Soon enough, Pyrus sat up, his hands instantly coming to her hips. “Do you want a drink? Even some tea or water?”

That was all it took for Mazie to think that what she had with Pyrus wouldn’t be a short fling.

FIFTEEN

PYRUS

To say he was excited was putting it mildly. He was over the moon about Mazie going with him to his home. He was thrilled to be able to fly with her and show her his life.

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