Page 15 of Let it Burn
“What?” I crowd closer again, nuzzling into her neck, “You gonna punish me?”
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t move. Just leans back into me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I’ll hide your coffee beans.”
I groan dramatically. “You’re evil.”
Her laugh bubbles up, soft and sweet. “You’re impatient.”
I slide my hands under the hem of my shirt—her shirt now—and brush my palms along the curve of her hips. “I’ve got a good reason. You, in my shirt. This smell in my kitchen. These hands,” I lace my fingers with hers, lifting them, “baking me cupcakes like we’ve been doing this forever.”
And for a moment, we just stand there. Her in my arms. My kitchen full of sugar and safety.
Yeah, I could get used to this.
She lingers against me for a beat longer, then tilts her head up, lips still curved. “I need to shower,” she says, voice light but thick with something else.
My fingers flex at her waist. “Need help?”
She gives me a mock-scandalized look, eyes sparkling. “Zeke McCoy, are you trying to corrupt a woman mid-frosting prep?”
I lean down, brushing my mouth just below her jaw. “Sweetheart, you already look good enough to lick clean.”
She shivers, her breath hitching in that way that drives me insane. “That’s not an answer.”
“I’ll take that shower with you,” I murmur, nipping at her earlobe. “And I’ll still make it back in time for frosting.”
Her cheeks flush, her hands sliding up my chest as she tries to suppress a smile—and fails. “You’re impossible.”
“You love it.”
She tosses a wicked little smile over her shoulder, as she saunters toward the bathroom.
Her hips sway as she walks away, her bare skin gleaming under my T-shirt, and my cock is already rock-fucking-hard before I even follow her in. I step into the steam-filled room like a man walking into a fantasy, because that’s exactly what this is. She’s a goddamn dream. And she’s all mine.
At first, I try to keep it innocent—if only to prolong the torture. I take the sponge and run it slowly over her back, dragging it down the curve of her spine, around her waist, across her perfect ass. She moans softly, leaning into my touch, like she’s waiting for me to take it further. And I do.
I move in front of her and drag the sponge across her chest, watching the soap slide over her nipples, watching them peak under the heat and the slickness. My breath hitches. My cock pulses. I’m already aching to be inside her, but I force myself to go slow, to savor. She watches me with hooded eyes,biting her bottom lip as I glide the sponge over her breasts, then toss it aside and take over with my hands. I cup her, massage her, roll her nipples between my thumbs until she whimpers. Her hands trail down my stomach, and then I feel her wrap her fingers around my cock like she owns it. And fuck me, maybe she does.
She strokes me slowly, deliberately, like she’s enjoying watching me unravel. Her thumb circles the head, her grip tightens, and I can barely breathe. “Do that again and I’m going to pin you against this wall and fuck you so hard the neighbors will call in a goddamn noise complaint,” I growl, but my voice is already breaking. She keeps going, rubbing her palm along every ridge, every vein, watching me like she wants to see just how far she can push me.
That’s all I need.
I grab her by the hips, lift her up, and slam her back against the tile. She gasps, her legs wrapping around me, her arms locking around my shoulders as I slam into her without warning. She’s already soaked, already dripping for me, and I slide in to the hilt on the first thrust.
“Fuck, Zeke,” she moans, her head falling back, her voice trembling. “You feel so good inside me.”
I pound into her, relentless now, no more patience, no more teasing—just the brutal sound of wet skin slapping against skin as I fuck her hard against the shower wall. Her moans turn to cries, high and breathless, echoing off the tiles as water pours over us, soaking everything but putting out none of the fire consuming both of us.
She claws at my back, her lips brushing against my ear as she gasps, “Harder, Zeke… don’t stop… oh my God, don’t stop—fuck me harder.”
Her pussy grips me like a vice, soaking wet, squeezing around me so tight I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind. I slam into her again and again, the rhythm rough and punishing, her body jerking up the wall with every thrust. My name’s a broken chant on her tongue. Her head rolls back, mouth falling open, and I know she’s close.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” I growl, siding my hand against clit just to make her scream. “You gonna come all over my cock like a good girl?”
She tries to answer, but all that comes out is a whimper. Her whole body tenses and then she shatters. She convulses around me, eyes rolling back as she screams my name, her orgasm crashing through her like a goddamn tidal wave.
That tight, spasming grip of hers is all it takes to finish me.
I slam into her one last time, holding her flush against me as I explode deep inside her. I roar her name like a fucking animal, emptying every drop into her while she trembles against me, still riding the aftershocks.
