Page 23 of Burn
“Yeah. I thought after you left, that I’d never see you again. Almost like it was all just some weird, fucked up dream.”
“Kinda felt that way huh?” I ask, popping a fry into my mouth, watching her stare at it as it disappears behind my lips. We sit silent for a moment as I chew slowly then swallow. “You. I came back for you.”
You stupid fucker.
“You did?” She gasps, setting her food down on the coffee table in front of us, her hands shaking, and I can’t tell if it’s a knee jerk reaction because of what we’ve done, or better yet what I’ve done, or if it’s the same desire that runs through me.
Desire? Ha! Obsession.
I’m already hard in my jeans, with my hips tilted away from her on the couch so she can’t see the evidence of my arousal, but when she launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around me, surprising me, she feels it. I feel her too, and it’s too much. Her touch quiets my head, like a security blanket blocking out the shit. When she’s against me, I almost feel…normal.
“Phoenix?”
“Shut up Zeph and kiss me.”
“I thought you were gone.” She says into my mouth, shoving her tongue halfway down my throat, mumbling her words. “I didn’t want you to be gone.”
“You’ve just met me.” I groan, accepting her kisses, pulling her down on top of me on the sofa, settling her between my thighs.
Her pelvis rubs against my already hard dick, crushing it, making it scream in need for her. The wounds from the shower tug are all healed but it’s still sensitive, and just the pressure of her on me makes it leak, dotting my jeans with moisture. But it’s more than that. It’s the peace wafting over me with her affections.
“You’re so hard.” She purrs, kissing my lips, chin, then jaw. “Fuck Zeph, please.”
“Why?” I ask, grabbing her face, bringing her lips back to mine. “Why is this…”
“I don’t know. Don’t think about it. Just take me.”
A thousand and one thoughts fall from my mind as I devour her mouth and drag my hands down her body, pressing her even tighter to me and the bulge in my jeans. It’s like the game of tug of war between my head and my body ends. Fuck, the war just in my mind ceases, andhebecomes quiet for once. It’s my own thoughts, my own fears, and my own desires succumbing to each other. Withouthimmocking me.
“Phoenix.” I moan into the kiss, my hands frantically lifting her frilly shirt, my fingers fumbling with her satiny bra underneath.
I want them all off, and her skin on mine. I need her softness against my hard planes. I want her deeper complexion to glow against my pale one. We’re opposite in the flesh, a yin and yang, but when our bodies are together we just fit. It all fits. It shouldn’t, but it does.
“Zeph.”
“Phoenix.” I repeat, releasing her mouth just long enough to get her top over her head and off.
Her bra pops open, and her tits spill out, all firm and perky and begging for me to caress them. My fingers dig into her, plumping and squeezing while my palms brush her nipples, making her moan and thrust them further into my hands.
She’s becoming frantic, her hands yanking and pulling at my jeans, her hips rubbing against me harder, squishing her fingers between us. She’s panting and groaning, making those noises that I fucking love. It’s all encompassing, and I’m falling into a rabbit hole of fuck knows what, but I want it, I need it. I need her.
The inexperienced Zephyr falls away the longer we touch and grind on each other, giving way for the new man she is making of me to come to the surface. I growl against her cheek, nipping at her skin and grab her shorts roughly, tearing them away from her. Her hands drop away from my jeans and I pop them open, yanking them down and off, bouncing her on top of me as I strip myself naked under her.
She squeals as I wrap my arms around her and stand up, bringing her with me, guiding her legs around my waist. Her hands go back to my face and her mouth reclaims mine as I slam her back up against the wall in her living room, rattling a picture next to her shoulder, making it fall to the floor with a loud crash. We ignore the noise, and the broken frame and glass on the floor as I drop her down on my cock, impaling her on it, using gravity to hold her down on it.
“Fuck!” She screams as my dick fills her.
“Exactly.” I breathe into her mouth, all while sucking out her breath.
It’s heaven buried inside of her. Absolute fucking heaven. The world fades away as her heat envelopes me, warming not just my cock, but parts of me inside that haven’t felt warmth in forever. My iciness melts as I bounce her up and down on me, feeling her squeeze my hips with her thighs.
“Harder.” She cries out, her hands slapping at my shoulders, her mouth sucking and kissing my lips, my jaw, and my neck.
“Yeah? You want it harder baby?”
“Yes. God please.” She pleads, her channel grabbing me, her hands smacking, and her mouth sucking.
“My good girl wants it rough?” I chuckle lowly, my voice deep with the desire flowing through me.
