Page 133 of Burning For You

“You like to torture me, don’t you?” she asked.

“It’s all part of the fun.”

His mouth moved down her ribs, his fingers releasing her hands, then going to her jeans and making quick work of removing them and her underwear.

Then his mouth landed between her legs, where she was hot, burning up and soaking wet at the same time.

He gave her the same attention there.

He nibbled. He bit. Stabbed at her with his tongue.

But she didn’t want it to end that way.

“Fuck me now, Ash. I mean it. I want to come around you and I want it right now!”

He reared back and looked at her face. Must have seen she was dead serious and started tearing his clothes off as if he feared if he didn’t, she was going to rip them off herself.

He grabbed a condom out of the bedside drawer, covered himself quickly and gathered her in his arms.

He braced himself over her on the bed, his knee nudging her legs apart.

She was already waiting for him, her legs wide, and lifting, going around his hips and telling him to hurry up.

His mouth crushed hers, his tongue invading at the same time as his cock.

She drove up high, sending him deeper, making him move faster, harder than maybe he wanted.

But this was about her. This time. This night.

It was all what she wanted. What she needed.

What he could give her. Only him.

Her bed was squeaking with the movements, their bodies were meeting and retreating, a collision ready to explode.

It wouldn’t be much longer. It couldn’t be.

Not with the pressure burning in her gut. Between her legs. Right at her very core.

“That’s it,” she said. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Her abs were hurting, her thighs burning with how tense they were keeping her locked tight to him.

He put his fingers through hers again, held them over her head and kept her pinned in place.

Trapped by his body. By him.

It was how she felt and where she wanted to be.

And when he moved one more time just right, just so deep, touching almost to a place in her chest, she started to come.

Hard. Throbbing. Pulsing.

Her body twitching to take everything he was willing to give her.

Then he just stopped and dropped on her.

She burst out laughing. “You’re squishing me. And with all that food you ate, it’s a few extra pounds.”