Chapter 25 #2
She pulled him toward the stairs after flipping the light, walked to her room and shut the door.
He laid the gun on the dresser, out of sight, but not really out of mind.
He’d get her there though starting with his kiss.
She pulled his head down, his mouth landing on hers, his tongue moving in, a whisper of a caress. Gentle, almost tender.
It was exactly what she needed tonight. To be transported to another world. Another plane of emotions.
Not one that made her heart race with fear, but one with hope.
He lifted her in his arms, carried her to the bed and laid her down, then stood and stopped. “I don’t have any protection on me here.”
She rolled to the bedside table, opened a drawer and pulled out an unopened box. “I’ve been kind of planning this.”
He smiled, the soft warm look in his eyes quickly overridden by desire.
It was the answer she was waiting for. For him not to find a reason for this night to be halted.
She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, then dropped the straps of her bra down her shoulders, removing that garment also, and tossing it away.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, one knee landing on the bed, then the other, his mouth capturing hers, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb brushing her hardened nipple.
“Don’t talk,” she said. “Let’s just feel.”
She inched back toward the pillows, the weight of her body shifting her to lie down, his mouth moving from her lips to her neck, trailing down her chest and latching onto where his thumb had been bringing her body to life.
He treasured her for moments, the heat of his tongue, the coolness of his breath, the combination causing a light to be lit in her core, making her hips lift for more contact.
It was as if he read her actions and maybe her thoughts by continuing on his journey down. His large fingers slipped around the elastic of her shorts and glided them down her legs with her underwear landing somewhere on the floor.
His mouth placed the gentlest of kisses over her hips, down to her trim mound, then in between when she spread her legs apart for him to settle in, telling him with actions what she craved.
He didn’t leave her waiting. Didn’t leave her wanting.
He tasted the most intimate part of her, lapped her up, found her swollen bud and pulled it in so deep her back arched and her voice sang.
She was so close. So damn close.
“Blaze,” she pleaded.
“I’ve got you, baby. Just let it out.”
The minute a finger was inserted deep inside she had no control of anything. Her body was spinning, it was spiraling, her eyes shut and she gave herself over to the man who was touching more than her body. He was claiming her heart.
Her knees were bent, her hips were lifting, the pulsing so intense she felt as if she was going to weep.
And when she settled back to gather her breath, he was leaning on one elbow when she opened her eyes, peering at her, a massive, accomplished grin on his face.
“Wow.”
He laughed. “Feel better?”
“Some. I’ll be more content when I can see you naked.
” He opened his mouth and she held her hand up.
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure. I’m already getting worked up just thinking of it.
You wouldn’t want to leave me hanging, would you?
That’d be considered torture and doctors don’t do that.
They’re supposed to make you feel better. ”
He leaned down to give her a kiss on the lips, rolled off the bed and lifted his shirt over his head.
Hooooollllly shit. His chest.
There were defined muscles just begging for her to touch. To lick. To gobble up as he’d done to her.
The minute his shorts were undone, she reached for the box of condoms to get one out.
Her hand was lifting toward his cock. Long. Firm. Strong like the rest of him.
He pushed her fingers away and reached for the condom. “I’m too worked up for that right now. Another time.”
“Later,” she said. “We’ve got all night.”
He covered himself quickly, returned to the bed, his heavy body over hers, but there was no weight. No feelings as if he was going to trap her.
He was balancing on his hands, his knee nudging her legs apart more, then the probing of him to be granted access.
The gates were open in her mind, her hips lifting to let him in.
There was pressure but no pain. Just a fullness in her she’d been missing for so long, yet not craving until Blaze entered her life.
He sank in fast, gave her a moment to adjust, then moved with a steady rhythm to her encouragement.
Still being considerate. Still being Blaze.
His hands moved, his fingers threading through hers, then pushed them over her head. He had her. He always would. She knew that in this moment.
Knew it without words. Without him being so deep inside of her.
She just felt this man was going to be hers and she’d be his.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
He did as she said, his lips landing on hers, the edge of his control slipping. She wanted that. Wanted to know that she wasn’t the only one who was struggling to hold on.
And what better way to prove it than drive him over the edge.
She lifted faster, harder, forced him to keep up with her.
As her body climbed, she felt the tension in his. The gripping of his fingers, the urgency of his tongue dancing alongside hers.
Their bodies were slapping against each other in the oldest race of time until everything in her opened up again, her soul crying out in release, every pulse, every twitch, every beat of her heart just waiting for him to cross that line with her into exhaustion.
He did. Seconds later, letting out his shout of joy, the pulses of him inside of her something she wanted to feel... forever.
He landed on top of her depleted, but rolled as quickly as to not hurt her.
As if he ever could.