Page 60 of Burn Protocol

I feel her smile against me, but she doesn’t ease up. She holds me down tightly and increases the pressure. Her fingers move into me faster and then she curls them just right. All my nerve endings are on edge and my whole body is screaming for release.

“Ma…ya…” I gasp, barely able to breathe.

My fingers claw at the sheets and my chest rises and falls faster and faster. Her grip intensifies right before she flicks her tongue directly over my clit and the whole world falls away. It is as if the sky splits in two and falls open. A rush coursing through my body like waves crashing on the sand. Each one a new jolt of electricity.

I feel myself dripping into her mouth and all over her chin, but she keeps her tongue on me. Licking me until I am so sensitive that I can only shake. Only then does she remove her mouth to quickly undress herself.

She slides next to me onto the bed and pulls the covers over us. I am too dazed to protest, and when she kisses me I can taste exactly why. She breaks away and smiles at me.

“You are so beautiful. I don’t think I love anything more than you coming undone for me like that.”

The words are so casually spoken, but they edge into my soul. Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice screams this is going too fast, but I push it away. I pull her in to kiss her, but before I can flip us, she puts her hand on my sternum.

“No. Tonight was all about you, and now you need to sleep.”

I want to protest but she simply shakes her head, and I find myself swallowing the words. For once I allow someone else to tell me what to do. I nod weakly.

“Stay?” I plead.

She wraps her arm around my waist in an answer, and puts her head on my chest.

“I’m not going anywhere, darling.”

***

The soft light falls in a perfect beam on her naked back. It highlights every dip of her muscles while giving her skin a golden glow. Her cheek is still pressed to my chest and her fingers are holding on to me tightly, as if she is scared I’ll disappear while she sleeps.

I press my nose against the top of her head and inhale the faint smell of shampoo that still lingers in her hair. It reminds me of honey and jasmine, the smells of warm, sultry nights. When did you become so poetic? I blink. Then I smile. With her, who cares?

I softly run my finger over her spine until her eyes blink open. She looks confused for a moment until her eyes find mine and a soft smile curls her lips.

“Hi,” she breathes.

I don’t reply, but simply press my lips against hers. The taste of me still lingers faintly on her. The sigh that escapes me surprises us both. Maya breaks away for a moment, her hand resting against my jaw while her eyes explore me. They are dark with desire. The same desire that is now coursing through my body. How did you ever get this lucky? Maya still wants me. After all that she saw, she is still here in my bed. No matter how hard I tried to push her away. I am drawn to her like gravity. Undeniable.

“Elena?” she asks in a soft voice.

The tenderness in her question makes my breath hitch. I take her hand in mine and press my lips against her knuckles, unable to speak. Her eyes keep searching my face, but I just smile. It is all I can do in this moment. Smile.

When I kiss her again and our breaths mingle together, something in my chest breaks open. She opens her lips and I slide my tongue in, drinking in the taste of her. The feeling of our mouths together is already so familiar, so right, that it makes my head spin. How could I have ever fought this?

Maya moans so softly it is almost a whimper. The sound vibrates against my lips. Her hips buck slightly when I deepen the kiss and I can no longer contain myself. I let my hand slide down from her jaw over her chest and her incredibly soft side, before slipping it between us. She parts her legs before I even have to ask her, more than willing to let me in. Such a good girl.

I glance at her–at those blue eyes, now wide with anticipation. I’m already wet just from the way she looks at me. With that burning desire that only I can seem to extinguish. And I am nothing if not good with fire.

I bend over and trail my mouth along the curve of her neck. I scrape my teeth over her skin and she arches up into me, pressing her wet core against my hand, looking for friction. Normally I would tease, I would edge. But in this moment all I want to do is give Maya exactly what she wants. What she needs. What we are both begging for.

My fingertips find her entrance and I lift my head to glance at her.

“Please, Elena,” she whimpers. “I need you.”

When I slide two fingers inside her heat, she lets out a low groan. My fingers are immediately soaked with her as she clenches around them. The feeling alone is almost enough to make me come. I move slow but press deep and she digs her nails into my shoulders.

She bites her bottom lip, making me want to kiss it. To take it between my own teeth. To lick over it as it’s bruised. The sight makes me even wetter and I increase my speed. Maya moans in approval and her eyes enlarge when I add a third finger, stretching her.

“Fuck, Elena… I…”

Her breathing is erratic now and she presses her head back into the pillow. Her eyes are squeezed shut as she opens just a little wider to take all of me. Her surrender is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I bring my lips to her ear and let my breath ghost over her skin for a moment.