Page 86 of Frosting and Flames

The kiss continues, the familiar ache of lust rising within me. She has no idea what she does to me. How much I want to settle on top of her and grind against her. To feel her thighs part for me. To make her as crazy with desire as she makes me.

My hand is still on her back, over the hook of her bra, and my fingers twitch, wanting to unclasp it. To bring my hands to her front and shape her soft weight. To discover if she likes gentle squeezes or rough pinches better.

I end the kiss and lean away, my blood too heated, and rest my forehead against hers. She wants to go slow. I have to remember that.

She exhales roughly. “What is it?”

“I was getting a little too into it,” I confess. “I know you want to go slow.”

Her grip tightens on my nape, the soft scrape of her nails making a delicious shiver run through me.

“Maybe we can speed things up,” she says. “If that’s okay with you.”

It takes a moment for her words to sink in, unsure if I heard her right or I made it up.

“Uh huh,” I reply dumbly, not thinking of anything but kissing her again.

My mouth moves over hers more deeply, her tongue slick and warm, and I can’t hold back my groan as she nestles in closer against me.

My dick hardens behind my fly, but she doesn’t shy away, instead hitching her leg over mine to give me better access.

Oh, fuck.

I grind into her, just like I imagined earlier, like I’ve imagined a thousand times, and the reality is so much more. That brief moment on her couch two weeks ago wasn’t enough, and I make up for the lost time, letting my hands roam down her back and over the curve of her ass.

She makes a sound of pleasure, and I leave her lips to make my way over her cheek and to the long line of her neck, eliciting more sounds of satisfaction, her head falling to the side. She moans as I lick the tender spot behind her ear and arches, her breasts rubbing against my chest.

“You like that?” I whisper, outlining the shell of her ear, loving the panting confirmation she gives me. I want to wring every kind of sound out of her I can, greedy for more.

Her hands dance over my shoulders, nails digging in as she drags them over my back, and I revel in the full-body shudder that runs over me.

I’m not surprised at how amazing it is between us already, the chemistry I’ve always felt alive and kicking. I need to makesure it’s good for her, though. That she knows what to expect going forward. That I’ll always put her needs first.

I grind one last time against her and move back, breaking the connection. She whimpers lightly, the sound changing when I bring my hand to the same spot, rubbing her over her jeans.

I toy with the button, meeting her eye. “Is this okay?”

She nods, eyes wide as I unzip her, tracing a finger over the edge of her underwear. I kiss her again, swallowing her moan as I tease her over the thin fabric, outlining her cleft. I can’t believe she’s letting me do this, that I finally have my hands on Rachel, warm and willing underneath me.

I slip under, sinking my middle finger through her folds.

“Oh my God, Nick.” Her breathing is rough, and pleasure suffuses me knowing I’ve brought her to this state already.

She’s wet for me, and I gently curl a second finger into her, stroking in and out.

My dick is straining at my fly now, but I let it be, focusing solely on Rachel. I love watching the desire on her face, the way she pants, the way her brows knit together as I increase the tempo, slipping in and out of her warmth. I ache to unhook her bra and suck on her nipples while I bring her to orgasm with my fingers, but I’m afraid to rock the boat too much. Technically, we’re out in public, and tonight is already more than I could have asked for.

She spreads her legs wider, her hips arching, and I cover her mouth with mine, stroking my tongue against hers in the same rhythm as my fingers, working her up.

“It’s so good,” she murmurs against my lips as I tease her clit. “Like that. Just like that.”

I keep at the spot she wants me to focus on, and delight as her back bows, her pussy milking my fingers as she comes in rough gasps and shudders. I could watch her do that all day long.

“You are so fucking sexy when you come,” I whisper in her ear, relishing the way her thighs tremble against my hand.

She makes an unintelligible noise in response, boneless against the blankets as she looks up at me with a relaxed, satisfied expression.

I brush my lips over hers, unable to help myself, and she gives a soft, dreamy sigh.

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