Page 35 of Firefly Embers

I noticed his fingers twitching, itching to touch me, but I wasn’t done teasing him.

Taking one last step forward, I slid my panties from my waist and twirled them around my finger as I tossed them too into the pile, a feline smile on my lips.

Standing naked, in all my feminine glory, in front of the man I loved was a potent drug. His eyes trailed over every inch of my skin, cataloging the way my body was begging for his touch.

I reached down and tenderly laced my fingers with his, squeezing three times before speaking.

“You asked me if I’m sure,” I said, raising my chin to look him directly in the eye. I guided his hand to my core, slowly sliding his fingers through the wetness that had been pooling between my thighs. A low growl left his throat as he came into contact with the evidence of my arousal.

Gliding his fingers upward, he swirled his thumb against my clit, causing me to close my eyes and a wanton moan to escape my lips.

I opened my eyes and was met with the look of a desperate man. His eyes were hooded, pupils dilated with desire, and I could tell he was holding himself back from breaking past that final barrier.

“Does that feel like I’m sure?” I asked, stepping forward until our bodies were flush, his hand trapped against my pulsing core, fingers slowly teasing my aching clit.

“Now, I’m not going to ask you again. Please fuck me, Wade.”

As if the leash on his restraint had snapped, he tugged me toward him, crashing his mouth down on firmly mine. I moaned, opening myself up to the feral way he was ravaging me. He broke the kiss long enough to tug his shirt over his head and shove his jeans and boxers off his hips.

Since he hadn’t fully redressed after that stellar blow job I’d given him in the cove, it didn’t take long until we were both naked, and he was guiding me backward toward my bed.

The back of my legs hit the edge of my mattress as I sat, and I watched with ‌rapt attention as Wade stroked the rigid length of his cock, spreading his pre-cum across the head with each stroke.

Even though I’d just had his cock in my mouth, I marveled at the beauty that was Wade Daniels in all his masculine glory.

He was lean, toned from long days of manual labor around the ranch, and his skin was effortlessly sun-kissed as he hated working with his shirt on. He had a light dusting of sandy blonde hair that trailed from his belly button to where he was currently stroking himself.

Unsurprisingly, his cock was just as beautiful as the rest of him. He wasn’t huge, which was absolutely fine by me, but he was large enough that it had been a struggle to take him down my throat without gagging.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a cocky grin as he stepped between my knees, spreading them to accommodate his wide frame. His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck as he gripped gently, tugging my head backward.

My eyes fluttered closed at the pinpricks of pressure that glittered across my scalp. I hummed a pleasant response as he tightened his grip, almost enough to be borderline painful.

If there was one thing I was certain of, it was that Wade could match me toe-to-toe for roughness. I didn’t want to be treated like a porcelain doll. Sure, I was small, but I wasn’t breakable—I liked it a little rough.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Sunshine,” he crooned as he released my hair and sank to his knees between my thighs. He gently pushed between my breasts, instructing me to lie back, and I rolled my eyes at him petulantly.

His breath was warm against my core as he spoke. “Now, lie there like a good girl and let me taste this pretty fucking pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”

And with that declaration, he did just that, feasting on me as if I were his last meal and he was a man starved.

WADE

I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that the sweetness of Ray’s pussy was the best thing my tongue had ever tasted. I alternated between licking through the length of her and focusing on the swollen bud at the apex of her thighs.

I cataloged each breathy moan and sharp intake of breath as I learned each and every way she liked to be touched. There was no way any other man was going to touch this woman after tonight; she was mine. Mine to taste, mine to tease, mine to fuck, mine to love.

I brought one of my fingers to her core and slid it through her wetness, pushing into her and curling up to hit that perfect spot. She threw her head back in ecstasy, letting out a loud, unrestrained moan.

I couldn’t have been more grateful that we were the only ones in the house because I couldn’t imagine trying to keep this woman quiet. I wanted to hear every beautiful cry uttered from her lips as I brought her closer and closer to the edge of her release.

I felt her core tightening around my finger, and I focused my efforts directly on her clit as I used the tip of my tongue to flick relentlessly over the swollen bud.

“Oh, God, yes. Right there. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she chanted, writhing beneath my grasp. I hooked both of my arms around her thighs, holding her sweet pussy to my mouth as I wrapped my lips around her and sucked.

She rocked her core against my lips, using me exactly how she wanted to take her over that edge. Her body went rigid, spine bowing off the mattress as I held her in place and wrung out each wave of her orgasm, lapping up her release.

Before she had a chance to recover, I crawled up the bed and hovered over her, my cock lined up perfectly with her entrance. I bracketed my arms on each side of her head and brushed a sweaty tendril of hair from her face.