Page 80 of Blazing Desires
I follow her gaze to my bandaged hand, still resting on her full breasts.
“I— it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
I kiss her, trying to distract her from asking me anything else. It doesn’t work.
“No more secrets, Blaze. Did you do this to yourself?” Her voice is soft.
There is no judgment in her words. I sigh and watch her hair move as my breath flutters through the wavy strands.
“Yeah, I did it to myself. I’ve been waking up, that night repeating in my dreams, and I can’t get back to sleep. I usually go to work out, but it felt different tonight. Like it had finally sunk in that you weren’t coming back, and I lost it. I punched the tiles in the shower until the pain in my hand felt a little closer to the pain in here.”
I use my injured hand to rub at my chest, over my heart.
“It didn’t help, so I decided to drink myself into oblivion. And then you showed up.”
“Fuck, baby. You don’t have to go through that anymore, not on your own. It’s my turn to take care of you, now. I’ve got you, Blaze. Always.”
Her kiss sears my lips as she pours her love into me, chest heaving. Her nipples create a delicious friction on my chest. Leaning back, she scans me in the dim lighting coming from the kitchen. Her fingers run over the lines of my cut muscles, goosebumps rising in their wake.
“That explains why you look like you’re about to compete in a strong-man competition. Fuck, Blaze, you’re delectable. I wantto run my tongue over every inch of you to reward you for the magnificent view.”
My muscles flex at her praise and the attention she’s giving me. Her hands come back to my face, running through my beard and gently tugging. The pain makes me moan when she’s the one in charge of creating it.
“I like this. It will come in handy when your head is between my legs, leaving your mark on me. Claiming me.”
It’s my turn to rock my hips into hers and our moans tangle in the air together. She continues her journey with her hands until they’re running through my hair.
“And this longer hair? I could get used to this.”
She tugs hard to tip my head, exposing my throat. The hiss of pleasure leaves me at the same time her tongue and teeth brand the skin on my neck, hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fuck, the things you do to me.” I groan.
“Let me make love to you, show you how much I missed you. How much I love you. Fill me up with your cum so you can never forget that I am yours and you are mine.”
Her sultry voice has me lifting her hips to free my cock from its constraints and I slowly pump it in my fist as her eyes watch.
“Mine.”
That one word from me is all it takes as she slips her lace panties to the side and sinks onto me in a torturous descent. When she’s fully seated on me, we both sigh at how right it is. I’m whole again and can breathe properly for the first time in weeks.
“You were made for me, love.”
“Yes.”
She cradles my face in her hands and kisses me, rising on my cock. But before she comes back down, she tucks each foot until they are inside my thighs. The position causes her core to clench tighter around me.
“Fuck baby, that feelsso fucking good.”
My hands caress her and stop on her perfect ass. I squeeze her cheeks before slipping a hand into her thong and holding it to the side, not wanting the scrap of material getting in the way of this.
She pumps my cock in and out of her like we have all the time in the world. Her soft, breathy sighs and moans wrap around me. Our kisses are languid, and I can feel my release building. But I need her to be there with me when I tip over the edge.
“Touch yourself, love. Work yourself with your fingers and my cock. I need you to fall apart at the same time as me.”
“Yes, Blaze. I need that too. I needyou.”
“I love you.”
