Page 17 of Redwood Blaze
She scrambles back to straddle my waist. “I need you.”
“Right now?”
“I’ve wanted you for the last two years. If something happens, I want to remember that I trusted again.”
My heart twists in my chest. If I only get one chance to make love to her, I won’t waste it.
A wild glint in her eyes brings my pulse to life. Our breaths ignite the space between us. We’ve danced around this moment for weeks… months… two fucking years. Each stolen glance and lingering touch stoking the fire of our unspoken desires. But tonight feels different. Tonight, uncertainty looms over tomorrow, and neither of us wants to wake up with regret hanging in the air.
Her lips brush against mine, tentative yet electric, asking more than demanding and sending a shiver of fearlessness coursing through me. I reach for her face, pulling her closer until our mouths crash together— wild, desperate, overwhelming. My fingers tangle in her hair as she wraps her arms around me and hugs me closer. Her chest presses into mine and I groan into her mouth. My hands explore her back, tracing the curves that remind me of my dreams, but now truly a reality.
The couch creaks beneath us as we press into the cushions, our bodies entwined in chaos. Her thighs press against my hips, grinding her body against mine. My cock pulses with need. I lift her shirt and mine is discarded just as quickly. The pace is frantic, almost insistent, but it also feels right. It’s everything I’ve waited for. Intimacy that is both reckless and freeing. Like we’re two sticks of dynamite and the fuse has been lit. To put it out now would stop a destiny that was set forth when she first stepped through the doors of BTP HQ.
Her heart races with every inch of skin that connected to mine. I can taste the salt of her skin, the heat of her pussy, warming my hard cock.
My hands explore her body, finding every inch of her skin that craves a touch. I dig my fingers into her hips, pulling her flush against me.
“Millie…” I murmur, my voice thick and taut with need. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She lets out a breathy laugh, as she grinds her hips against me. “Oh, I feel what I do, honey. And I want to feel every inch.”
Her hands frantically unbuckle my belt and I lift my ass so she can shed the unwanted clothing to the floor. She lowers her chinos and underwear and steps out of them. And here we are.
It’s no longer a dream.
But it’s almost too real how much I love this woman.
EIGHT
MILLIE
I bracemy hands on the back of the couch and I lower over his cock. One inch at a time. Slowly I connect our bodies, until I’m seated against him.
“Fuck, Millie, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” His brow sparkles with a hint of sweat even before we start moving.
“You okay, Phoenix?”
His hands cup my face. “Never been better. But, um, it’s been a little while, so…”
I smile. “I know what you mean.”
I start to rock and every plant down his cock rubs my clit between his body and his long and hard dick.
We grind together, over and over. Our rhythm a wild mix of urgency and passion, leaving us gasping for air.
The walls I built around my heart begin to crumble as he whispers and murmurs almost incoherent word against my neck.
“Mine” and “so good” and “my everything” and “baby.” Every word sending sparks cascading down my spine. Our movementsare reckless, but life feels far too precious to waste on hesitation tonight.
“Come with me, baby,” he says, his voice hoarse, his eyes dark. “Millie, fuck…”
I let nature take over. Every filament of my being scintillates. The weight of my past, the scars of my heart, they’re still there, but this is a reclamation of me and my future. Each touch is a promise that I can trust again. That there is love hidden in the chaos of this world. The fears outside fade away, leaving just the sound of our racing hearts and the frantic rhythm of our bodies, clapping together over and over.
His hand sneaks between us and his long dexterous finger brushes my clit.
Once.
Twice.
