Page 59 of Fated for his Flame

She licked her lips, her eyes darting left and right. “And if I’m ready now?”

I gave her a few seconds to retract her statement. She didn’t.

“Are you ready?” I asked, sliding my hand up her inner thigh as I spoke.

Her head bobbed up and down. It was short and jerky. She was a bundle of nerves.

“Then come here,” I ordered, taking charge.

Even as I told her what to do, my fingers wrapped around her jaw and pulled her face down to mine. She splayed out onto my chest as our lips met, her fingers digging into my pecs for balance.

I found the knot on her bikini and started to pull it.

“No,” she said, swatting my hand away.

“What?” I frowned at her. “But you said …”

“Don’t undo a girl’s bikini top after she’s gotten it tied just right,” she said, bending her head forward and lifting the loop over. She dropped it, and the fabric fell forward, exposing her perfect breasts to my eyes. The rest of the material hung off her from just under them.

Leaning forward, I sucked on one, then the other nipple, tugging at them with my lips, teasing them with my tongue, until they were both hard and firm. Chloe’s moans filled the air as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“You can take it off now,” she said as I flicked the floppy bikini top out of the way, so I could cup her breast with a hand.

I glanced up. “You said …”

“The top part, you dummy,” she said, shaking her head at me.

Sticking out my tongue, I tugged on the knot until it came free. The top fell onto my chest until she tossed it to the side.

“These are coming next,” I told her, pulling her bottoms down over her hips.

“Fair is fair, then, mister,” she said, pointing at my shorts.

I shrugged in agreement and stood, undoing my own knot. In seconds, we were both naked.

“It’s no bow of a yacht,” I said, bending her over the back of the lounger. “But it’ll have to do.”

I dropped into a crouch, spreading her ass with both hands and shoving my face between her cheeks until my tongue could flick out and over her pussy from the rear.

Metal creaked as her hands tightened on the back of the chair, and her moans intensified, driving me wild with the pleasure dripping from every sound. I reveled in it, in making her feel that good. It turned me on to treat her that way. My cock throbbed, more blood forcing its way into it. I was probably leaking precum at that point, too, but I didn’t care.

All that mattered was the warmth of her skin under my fingertips, the taste of her pussy on my tongue, and the sound of her pleasure in my ears.

I shut out the rest of the world. I shut out my problems. Her problems. Everything that had happened before that moment, I shoved it aside, focusing on nothing but her.

My Chloe.

Her body twitched and shuddered as I assaulted her opening and clit with my tongue, back and forth, over and over. At one point, I reached a hand forward and found her breast, grabbing it, tweaking her nipple, simply touching wherever I wanted, whenever.

When she cried out that she was about to come, I grinned, her words driving my excitement more than she could ever know. Her knees buckled, and her body shook as fresh wetness dripped over my tongue and chin. I lapped it up, reveling in her taste.

Then it was time. I stood up, positioning myself behind her, my cock pressing up between her cheeks as my tongue had done seconds earlier. Grabbing it by the base of the shaft, I ran the tip across her pussy over and over, both teasing her and wetting it, getting it ready to plunge deep inside her.

That was the moment. That first entry, the first thrust. There was something heightened about it. It was different in all the best ways, and I wanted her right at the edge again before I gave her what she was moaning and begging for.

Reaching forward, I grabbed her hair with one fist, turning her head to the side, so I could see a part of her face. I wanted to watch her eyes widen and her lips form a perfect O-shape as I penetrated her. The shock of my cock spreading her walls apart, filling her completely.

That first look on her face was enough to threaten my own orgasm, and I wanted it to be no different.

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