Page 32 of Raging Inferno

“Is Gabriella sleeping at her friends?” she questions.

Unable to find my voice, I jerk my head hoping it's enough of a response for her.

Grabbing my hand, she guides it to her neck and moves it down the smooth column. My fingers graze her collarbone briefly before she slides them under her shirt. Touching the lace cup of her bra, she moves my hand lower and her nipple brushes against my palm.

“Touch me,” she whispers.

Doing as I’m told, I squeeze her full breast as she takes my other hand and brings it up the inside of her thigh.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she continues. “I want you, Jimmy. I want you on top of me, between my legs… inside me… everywhere. I want to feel you everywhere.”

An animalistic growl pours from my throat as she bends her head and takes my lower lip between her teeth. Reciprocating the gesture, I take her nipple between my fingers and twist, matching the roughness of her mouth.

A fire stirs between us and the flames climb higher and higher as I break the kiss and pull her shirt over her head. Sliding her bra straps down her shoulders, I move my hands to the lace covering her and pull the cups down, exposing her. Reaching behind her she helps unclasp the bra, and it falls between us before she takes my hands, placing them where she wants them. Cupping her perfect tits in my hands, I bend my head and suck one nipple into my mouth.

The control I’ve worked so hard to keep intact slips and like a savage, I suck, bite and lick my way to heaven. Grabbing her ass, I maneuver her in my arms and lift myself off the couch. She wraps her legs around my waist and winds her arms around my neck as I carry her up the stairs, to my bedroom. Kicking the door closed, I step toward the bed and gently set her on the edge watching as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her sweats.

Lifting her hips, I stare at her in awe as the cotton slides down her toned legs. Once they’re around her ankles, she kicks them off. Wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties, she draws in a deep breath and places her palms on the mattress.

“You’re beautiful,” I rasp hoarsely, drinking her in. Her tits sway with the rise and fall of her chest and she peers up at me through the thick fringe of her long eyelashes.

So fucking beautiful and all mine.

Mine to pleasure.

Mine to take.

Mine, mine, mine.

Reaching behind me, I grab my t-shirt and pull it over my head. I toss it to the floor and meet her gaze as I work on removing my sweats.

“I knew you weren’t wearing underwear,” she whispers, staring at my cock like it’s her salvation.

“It’s about time you don’t either,” I tell her, kicking my pants out of my way. My cock sways heavily between my thighs as I stride toward her watching as she turns around on all fours and crawls further up my bed.

A sight I won’t ever forget.

With her ass perched high in the air, I kneel on the bed and reach for her hips. Pulling her closer, I bend my head and close my mouth over the lace covering her round cheeks. Between my teeth and my hands, I drag the fabric over the swell of her ass. Completely bare, I flip her on her back and spread her legs as wide as possible.

As I move between her legs, she covers her face with her hands. Instinctively I grab her wrists and pin her hands over her head.

“We don’t have to do this,” I mutter. “But, if we are, if you give me the okay, then I want to see your face. I want to look into those pretty eyes of yours and watch them change as you come.”

Biting her lip, she shakes her head.

“No, I want to. It’s just…”

“You’re nervous.”

“I am,” she admits. “It’s been so long.”

“Slow,” I grunt, releasing her wrists. Pressing a quick kiss against her mouth, I slide down the length of her body and throw her legs over my shoulders.

“Jimmy,” she purrs.

“You want to watch?” I ask, pressing my thumb against her clit. Her eyes dart to my hand and her breath quickens as I push two fingers through her wet lips and inside the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. My eyes close as a reflex and I savor the feel of her around me, imagining what my cock will feel like buried inside that tight heat. Snapping out of my trance, I will myself not to blow my load and pull my fingers from her. Lifting them to my lips, I suck them into my mouth and get my first taste.

I like to think I’m a man who has lived a lot of life but now I know it wasn’t only Melissa who was just existing. For a man truly hasn’t lived a day until he’s found his nirvana.

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