Page 75 of Igniting Sparks
I settle between her thighs and press a kiss to her innerknee. “I told you I’d drop to my knees for you. Worship you. Are you ready for me?”
She fists the sheet with one hand, the other reaching toward me as I finally taste her—slow at first, just the barest flick of my tongue. She gasps, hips bucking, and I pin them with a firm grip.
“Easy,” I breathe against her. “I’ve barely started.”
My hands slide beneath that delectable ass, anchoring her to me as I bury my face between her thighs, her taste already wrecking me.
Tonight, I’m not stopping until she’s trembling, writhing, screaming my name—and even then, I’ll keep going. Because once won’t be enough.
Not with her.
Never with her.
I eat every inch of her delicious pussy, sinking my fingers into her wetness to stroke her deep and slow while my tongue teases her clit. She’s already close—her hips twitch, her back arches.
“Braden…” she breathes, fingers tightening in my hair.
“Let go for me, baby.”
She comes with a soft, broken cry, her thighs clenching around my head. I kiss her through it, murmuring against her skin, “That’s my girl.”
I crawl back up her body, smoothing her hair from her face. Her eyes are wild and glassy, her cheeks flushed.
She’s so goddamn beautiful, and she’s mine.
“That was so… that was… holy shit, Braden.” Her hands skate along my chest, her nails lightly digging into my skin. “I want to taste you.”
“Soon,” I murmur against her mouth. “But right now, I’m about to explode, and I really want to be inside you. Are you okay with that?”
It’s the truth. I’m barely holding on, so desperate to feel more of her.Allof her.
She bites her lip and nods, running her fingers along my jaw. “Yes.”
“You sure?” I whisper, my mouth brushing hers. “Because once I’m inside you, that’s it. You’re mine.”
Mina nods, her voice breathy but her eyes steady. “I want to be yours.”
Fuck me. That’s it. That’s the line that will ruin me for anyone else.
I grab a condom from the drawer and slide it on, her gaze locked on every move—like she’s memorizing it. She’s trembling, panting, flushed, and perfect beneath me, and I swear to God, if I don’t get inside her soon, I might lose my mind.
I glide my cock against her slick heat, dragging the head along her entrance. She whimpers, hips shifting restlessly. She’s desperate—but I’m not rushing a damn thing.
“Braden…” she begs, her voice cracking.
“I know, baby.” I press kisses along her fluttering pulse. “I’m right here.”
I push in slow—inch by aching inch—and her breath hitches, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Holy shit,” she gasps. “You’re… fuck.”
“I’ve got you.” I brace one hand behind her head, cradling her as I sink deeper. “You’re so tight, sweetheart. So perfect.”
And she is. She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt.
Wrapped around me like a goddamn vise, and I never want to leave.
When I bottom out, I pause, letting her adjust. Her nails trail softly down my back, her thighs wrapping around me, pulling me closer.
