Page 56 of Blazing Desires
Before she can even take a step toward me, I have her wrapped around me and pinned to the wall.
“I’m desperate to be inside you, Mea Divina. I yearn to make you lose yourself as I drive into you.”
“Oh fuck. I need it, Blaze.”
My cock slams inside her with ease. She cries out as I grunt. She’s so fucking wet for me and it goes straight to my head.
“Shit, I’m sorry baby but I couldn’t wait any longer. You can’t take care of me like that, look at me like that and expect me to show some restraint.”
“I don’t want your restraint. I’m not made of glass.”
“You should be more careful of what you wish for. Hold onto me, this is going to be brutal.”
She does as she’s told, gripping my shoulders so hard it will leave bruises, but it only heightens my desire. Moving my hands from under her ass, I draw her knees up and plaster her to the wall so that she’s spread wide open for me.
I pull out and slam into her, cursing at the way it feels. Our cries and moans echo off the dark bathroom tiles. I don’t stop my punishing pace and it’s not long until we’re both coming, screaming each other’s names. I’m truly spent but I hold her to me as we catch our breaths.
“Are you okay, baby? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, no. You didn’t hurt me, Blaze.”
Once we’ve come down from the high of our orgasms, I turn us into the spray and gently put her back on her feet. I don’t let her go as we let the hot water wash the smell of sex away from us. Once we’re clean again, I turn off the shower and step out to grab a towel, wrapping it around her before getting my own and covering myself.
I reach for her hand and guide us out into the bathroom where I slowly help her dry her body and hair. I dress her in my t-shirt before drying myself and pulling on my joggers. I would love for us to sleep naked, but I don’t want to push her. Besides, I wouldn’t be able to fight the urge fuck her again if we were.
After putting the towels back on the radiator to dry, I lead her back into the bedroom. We climb into bed together, our bodies like jelly. I tuck her into my side, her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine, tangling together.
I kiss her on the forehead and whisper, “Goodnight, Mea Divina. Sweet dreams, my love.”
“Night, baby.”
Her words slur as she drifts into sleep, while they tattoo themselves onto my heart.
My eyes flutter open as something tickles my nose. I angle my head back until the sensation stops. Hair, that’s what causing it. I take stock of my sleeping position and find I am curled around Davina, her back to my chest with my arm slung over her and holding her to me, her ass pressing into my dick that’s already hard.
I’m a fucking heathen.
I shuffle slightly to give her some space, so she doesn’t think I’m a sex pest who can’t think of anything but fucking. She surprises me though as she merely shuffles to reconnect us again, a soft sigh falling from her lips once we’re touching.
I smile into her hair, I’m so fucking happy she’s here in my bed. I wish it had been under different circumstances, but I was grateful to have been able to enjoy it, enjoy her. To show her what things could be like between us.
A pang of guilt hits me, knowing this wasn’t always my plan and had things not gone down the way they had, I’d probably be the reason she had nothing left. I push the thought away as Davina stirs in my arms, slowly waking up. She pushes her ass back into me and moans.
Turns out I’m not the only heathen.
“Morning, my love,” I whisper as I place kisses on her head and neck.
“Mmm, morning.” She hums her response while creating more room for me to explore her exposed skin. I go to pull my arm away, but she clutches it to her and guides my hand to her breast.
“Mea Divina,”I scold.
I could spend the rest of my life touching and fucking her, but we need to eat, and I need to plan my next move. I’m still taking her fucker of a father down. She moans, moulding my hand around her perfect tits while she grinds her ass into me. I groan again as she uses my fingers to pinch her pebbled nipples.
I sigh, hating that I’ve got to be the one to stop this before it begins. I pull my hand away and sit up, hating the loss of her beneath my touch. As I reach over to roll her on her back, she scrambles to her side of the bed, the covers pulled high up to her chin, her eyes downcast.
“I’m sorry Blaze, I shouldn’t— I just assumed— I’m sorry.”
Panic laces her tone as she apologises, her words coming out in a rush.
