Page 77 of Ablaze

I wanted to tell her. Even as she pulled out her clothing from her bag and stormed into the bathroom. Even when she came out and we ate in almost-silence while she tried to ignore me by staring at her phone. Even when she turned off her lamp and gave me her back.

I wanted to tell her to leave it all. To come back with me. To be with me.

I wanted to tell her my love, my fucking heart, would be enough. I’d make sure of it.

But how could I guarantee that when I didn’t know for sure? How could I ask her to toss away her dream for a life I didn’t one hundred percent know she would be happy with?

Sure, she said her every orgasm was mine. But what about her heart?

Was it in a moment of lust that she saw my face, or did she see it like I did hers–with every breath?

And then, not even a couple of minutes into kissing her, she was stuck inside her head, saying the one thing that has me stumbling backward. Knowing I was right to not have asked her to stay.

“It’ll change everything. Our friendship and what we have now.”

How I wanted to respond was, “Yeah, it fucking might, and that’s okay. Isn’t it?”

But I couldn’t. Because something in her eyes told me that would be where she drew the line–the thought of losing any part of our friendship. She couldn’t even fathom the thought. She wouldn’t risk it.

So, I couldn’t, either.

But I also couldn’t see myself going backward from the moment we were in right now. I couldn’t see myself not finishing what we started. Not kissing her again like I needed her to keep me conscious. Not tasting her when I’d been starved for so long. Not seeing her tremble under my touch until she exploded like a nuclear bomb.

So, I said the only thing a selfish asshole like me would. I told her it would only be for tonight.

It killed me to say it. Tightening everything inside my chest so I felt like I was suffocating. But as much as I wanted one night with her for myself, I wanted it for her, too. Call it a fucking parting gift, call it self-inflicted torture, but I wanted it to paint every fucking memory she has of me.

I couldn’t deny either of us that. Not when she was looking at me with those molten pools of lust and hope.

Not when she’s looking at me with them now.

I run my nose along the seam of her thigh before taking my first swipe of her beautiful, swollen pussy. Her body quivers under my touch and satisfaction courses through my veins.

“You smell like heaven and taste like home,” I murmur over her skin.

I follow the movement on the other side, running my nose down the seam of her thigh and laying a kiss over her sweet center. Her thighs tense and her hand comes to tangle in my hair. She wants more. So much more.

I chuckle as I take another swipe, my tongue like an arrow inside her seam, making her jump and whimper. I do it again, soft and slow, running the tip of my tongue deep inside her folds before sucking on her little bundle of nerves. It’s so small, so fucking perfect.

Grabbing her thighs with my palms, I lift her hips and flatten my tongue against her. I drag it from ass to clit, back to front.

I do it again and again, making her almost clamor out of my hold. She wants more like she’s never wanted anything in her life but can’t stand it all at once, either.

Burying my face in her heat, I bring my flattened tongue over her entrance and lap her like a cat to milk before I spit on her perfect pussy.

“Oh, God! Dean . . .” Mala moans so loud, the next town over will certainly hear her. One hand tightens around the comforter while her fingers dig into my scalp almost painfully.

Oh, she liked that. My dirty girl. So fucking perfect for me.

My groan mixes with hers as I lick and suck. I bite and feast, working her clit until she’s practically trembling in my hold.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” I mumble over her skin, lapping up my spit that’s now mixed with her juices. I press my finger back inside her. “Wet and messy. So needy for me.”

She’s practically sobbing when she breathes my name, her eyes fluttering closed. She bites down on her bottom lip. “Please.”

I lift her thighs again so her knees go up and I can get deeper inside her with my tongue. “So fucking delicious.”

My brain feels like it’s melting in overdrive. A part of me doesn’t believe she’s real, that this is even happening. But as slow as I want to go with her, as long as I want to prolong every minute, I’m amped up like I’ve never been before. So fucking hard, my cock might drill a hole in this mattress.

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