Page 136 of Burning Ember
“No, show me how good it can be with you.”
He rolls over on top of me and frames my face. “Dammit, baby. I want to be what you need, but my control is fuckin’ slippin’. I’m way past being able to be gentle.”
“No more holding back.”
“Jesus, I don’t think you know what you’re askin’ for.”
I bite his lip, nearly drawing blood. “But I do.”
“Fuck.”
Our mouths collide. And from the second our lips connect it’s raw and hard and bordering on violent. His hands grab my hips and our lower bodies move together. The dip and swirl of his hips quickly starts to make me greedy for more. Grinding himself into me, Mav growls low, the sound echoing out of his chest. Lifting up, his head dips to my breast. He licks my nipple and rolls it, before he bites it lightly.
I gasp and throw my head back. “God, that feels so good. Everything you do feels good.”
He leaves me for a minute, but only to remove his boxers. Then he’s parting my legs and kneeling between them. “So fuckin’ wet for me, Doll. And every single drop of this is mine.” He palms my sex and then using my own juices, he strokes his shaft. With his other hand, he thumbs my clit and he smiles when I squirm under his ministrations.
After propping himself up on one arm, he pulls my leg over his hip. Before I can take a steady breath, he guides his long and thick cock to my entrance.
“Tell me, Ember. Is this what you want?”
“Yes.”
“And you don’t want nice and soft and sweet? You want me to fuck you like we both need me to?”
“Yes!”
I want this. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I need him. I need him to relieve the pressure inside me, all the way inside me.
The tip of his cock pushes at my entrance. He’s big and at first, my body resists the intrusion. There’s a slight pinch of pain as I stretch to accommodate his size.
We both seem to be holding our breaths. Pulling back, he thrusts using more of his strength andoh, my God, it feels so damn good.
He hisses, “Fuck!” as he gradually works himself deeper. “Let yourself relax, baby, and let me feel you let go.” I try, but it’s only when he plays with my clit and distracts me, that my tension dissipates.
On his next drive forward, he sinks to the hilt and his head falls forward. He releases a guttural groan, whispers, “Christ,” and closes his eyes.
He’s filling me up, completely, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“God, Ember. This is almost too fuckin’ much,” he says between ragged breaths. Then he cups my face. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I nod.
“You okay if I start movin’ now?”
I nod again.
“Say it, Doll.”
“Yes.”
His jaw flexes and his eyes turn molten like they do. He backs off a little and plunges forward. Going deeper still. I make an unintelligible sound and my back arches. He curses again and cups my breast. Our bodies collide and he pushes himself again until he’s seated all the way inside me, and his body becomes flush with my own.
Bending down, he trails his lips over my neck. Bites my ear. “The sounds you make, baby, are enough to make me come. But this. This is too much. How you feel. You grip me like we were made to be like this. Nothin’ . . . nothin’ ever gonna come close,” he says breathlessly.
Then he takes my mouth, passionately and aggressively.
I cling to him like a life preserver. He’s hitting a spot that has pleasure rocketing through me with each stroke. And it’s building as he draws back and slams back inside me. Our bodies work in tandem. He swirls his cock inside me in such a way that I’m gasping for breath and pleading for more.
