Page 69 of The Fire Walker
Without a word, she reached for the button, tugging me forward. The ripple of the zipper as she dragged it down across my length was too much, and a moan rumbled through my chest. Her lips quirked into a wicked smile as she slid her hands down the back of my jeans, ripping them away, and I sprungfree.
It was just her and me, and I wanted to show her all of those things I didn’t get to back in LA. I wanted to touch every inch of her, taste everything she had to give, and she could take whatever the hell she wanted fromme.
I’d tried so hard not to be tempted, to fall again, but there was nothing I could’ve done to stop it. Her and I? It was only a matter of time, and I was done trying to fight it. She loved me. She mightn’t be ready to say it aloud, but I knew it. I couldn’t walk away from that, not when I felt thesame.
Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, then her tongue as I let myself go. Collapsing back onto the bed, she was on top, grinding against my length and lips grazing against my jaw. I was getting harder and hotter at the thought of what was coming next. Jessie pulled away, sitting upright, and my hands trailed up her stomach and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She let out a gasp and pressed harder against me, sending a shudder through ourbodies.
There was no way I was going to last like this, not if I wanted to come inside her. Before she could grind her clit into me again, I grasped her around the waist and flipped her onto her back, settling in between her legs. I slid a finger between her folds, my palm circling against her clit, and her hips rolled against me. Slipping a finger inside her, I didn’t think I would ever get over how wet she was. I made her wet. The thought sent bolts of electricity straight throughme.
“In the side drawer,” she gasped as I stroked her again, sliding a second finger in with thefirst.
“Not yet,” I said, circling my fingers inside, my palm mirroring the movement. “I want to feel every part of youfirst.”
“God, Dee,” she said, moaning as I moved my fingers in and out, picking upspeed.
Her fingers curled into my hair as I kissed her stomach, then the insides of her thighs, and finally, my tongue replaced my palm, and fucking hell she tasted like heaven, and she wasmine.
My other hand circled around her leg, keeping her in place as she tried to writhe against me, hands pushing me further into her. I felt her muscles start to tense as her orgasm built, and I had every intention of bringing it crashing down on her, then building it back up again with me insideher.
When she came, it was hard, her muscles clenching around my fingers, her thighs tightening. The way she said my name as her body succumbed was enough to drive a man mad, but it was probably too late for that. I was already batshit crazy for her. Crawling back up her body, she drew my face to hers, tasting and kissing herself off me, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. Her tongue soothing the cut on my lip, her taste, her smell. Before she could calm down too much, I reached into the side drawer and pulled out a condom, sliding it over my length and positioning myself at her swollen and wetopening.
I pressed into her slowly, stretching and filling her as she angled her hips up to meet mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and a gasp escaped her lips as I dragged my teeth against the soft curve of herneck.
“I’m never letting you go,” she whispered, tightening herlegs.
“Neither am I,” I said through heavy breaths. “I’ll never be done withyou.”
I poured everything I’d felt over the past week into her. Not the pain and rejection—that was obliterated by the overwhelming need I’d been fighting. The need to feel her skin against mine, to feel her around me, to feel her hands and tongue all over my body, and my need to make her feel it,too.
There was something about her that made me lose control. Every time I thrust into her, I rubbed against her clit, her desperate cries muffled against my neck and in my mouth as I kissed her again and again. This was nowhere near last night’s revenge fuck. It eclipsed everything else—even that night back in LA. I made love to her this time, and it was hard, fast, andunbearable.
There would be time to savor her later, but right now, I just needed to chase this thing inside me and sate it. The sensation of her moving up and down my length overwhelmed everything else, and whatever we’d been arguing about for the last week didn’t mean shit anymore. Her hands clawed at my back, teeth grazing my skin, legs wrapped around my waist. She was as hungry for me as I was for her, and the mere thought fed the beastinside.
I wasn’t ready for it to end, I wanted to lose myself inside her over and over, but I felt my orgasm building as she tightened, her fingernails clawing deeper into myback.
“I’m coming,” she gasped, eyes meeting mine. “Don’t stop. Please, don’tstop.”
“Never.” I thrust harder, bracing a hand against the wall over her head as her body began to climax underneath me. Grunting with each stroke, she tightened around me for the second time, and I started to come, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t slow the pace as we came together, long, unbearable, andshattering.
When I felt the last of my strength leaving me, I thrust one last time, burying deep, and our eyes met. It was exactly like that first day in the recording studio. Our eyes met andbam!. Instant connection. This time, it was more than that. I saw love in the way she gazed up at me as our orgasms slowly faded. It was what I’d been looking for, and I felt like a fucking fool for trying to fightit.
I was so hers for fuckingeternity.
Rolling half off her, I slid out but still couldn’t move. She twisted her head to the side, pressing her lips to mine, kissing me deep and slow. It was like we’d invaded each other’s souls and lodged ourselvesthere.
“I never knew it could feel like that,” she whispered in my ear, her teeth tugging against thelobe.
“I think you broke me,” I said, catching her mouth with mine again. Some fuckingafterglow.
“I hope not,” she said, shifting against me. “I want to do that again before the night isover.”
With a moan, I cupped her breast, flexing against her, beginning to feel hard again. “Fucked to death,” I whispered, pinching a hardnipple.
“What a way to die,” she murmured, sliding her hands over myass.
