Page 61 of Watch Me Burn
“Move, Luna.” My hands guide her into motion’s first tentative steps. “Take what you want.”
She rests her palms on her thighs and begins to move, rolling her hips against me with careful exploration before finding her rhythm and growing bold. Her head falls back in surrender.
“I can’t believe you’re—” A sob tears from her chest, mixing with her moans. “You’ve never given me this.”
This pace is nothing like our usual frantic fucking. Each movement is sensual, deliberate, and almost worshipful.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The words come out rough as she moves over me.
“Flatterer.” Her laugh comes in breathless gasps, but when she lifts her head to meet my eyes, warmth spreads across her features at my words. “I love being able to see your eyes through that mask like this.”
“What do you see in them?”
“Hunger. Always hunger. But something else tonight…” She circles her hips in a motion that pulls a sharp breath from me. “Something softer.”
I let her lead, and she moves with increasing confidence. Every roll of her hips tears growls from deep in my throat. She rides me with nothing but faith between us, no hands for balance, trusting my grip to keep her from falling.
Her head tips back again. Moonlight spills through the windows, illuminating the swell of her breasts as they move with her rhythm. I lean forward to capture one nipple between my lips.
“Yes!”
The sound tears from her throat. Her spine arches, pushing her breast deeper into the heat of my mouth. My tongue sweeps around the sensitive bud, and her body answers—a violent shudder rolling through her core, her hips jerking out of tempo. A visible tremor runs from her chest down to where we’re joined. Her thighs squeeze tight against my hips, and I release her nipple with a soft pop.
“No, please don’t stop.” The plea breaks from between her lips.
“That’s it, beautiful. Fuck my cock.”
I capture her other nipple, unable to deny her or myself, teasing the sensitive bud with my tongue and teeth. Her hips stutter again, losing their rhythm for a heartbeat before she finds it again. The muscles of her stomach ripple, tightening and releasing with each pass of my tongue.
“My cock,” she breathes, claiming what’s already hers.
“Your cock.” The words rumble against her flesh before I release her. “My cock is yours, Luna. Every part of me is yours.”
She lifts her head and meets my eyes. “Except the one I truly want.”
“What part is that?”
“Your heart.” She breathes the admission into the space between us.
You fucking have it, Luna. You fucking have it.
The truth claws up my throat, demanding escape, but I swallow it back down. Instead, my eyes devour her, the way she moves over me, the moonlight painting her skin silver, before my gaze drops to where we’re joined.
She looks down. “What are you looking at?”
“You.”
I can’t look away from where she’s stretched around my length, how her body opens to take me, and how her arousal coats my cock in slick heat. My thumb finds her clit and traces lazy circles around the swollen bud.
“We fit together perfectly,” she breathes. “Like our bodies were made for each other.”
She’s so fucking beautiful like this, powerful and vulnerable at once.
“They are, little doe.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and grief shadows her expression. “I wish you’d let me see your face. I just know you’re beautiful under there.” Air shudders through her lips. “God, you feel so good. Different tonight. Deeper somehow.”
She bears down harder, chasing her orgasm. Her inner walls flutter and pulse around me, the telltale signs of her approaching climax.
