Chapter 41
41
EMBER
Sure, I am still so terribly wet and cold from the river, but that doesn’t matter in the damn slightest when Connor is kissing me in the way he’s kissing me. His touch actually warms me up like a magical furnace. His lips graze mine, and my entire being responds to him and I instantly forget about how chilled I am.
“You can really work some magic, huh?” I remark once the firefighter stops his swooning offensive.
“Only because you look too damn adorable,” he replies with a glimmer in his eyes.
“How about you sit down,” I whisper suggestively, “and I get to sit on top of you?”
“That sounds dangerously close to a command, Miss Ember.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk.
“Maybe it is...”
Connor nods at me to get up. I do so, still smirking.
He takes his seat and, as promised, I sit down on top of him. My feet barely touch the ground, but the firefighter seems to easily take my entire weight without any exertion.
“Wrap that towel around us both,” he says.
“Now that sounds dangerously close to a command, Mr. Connor.”
He growls.
“Just do it.”
I cover us both with the towel.
Connor leans in to kiss me, but I playfully lean back.
I bite my lip and look at him.
He looks so damn frustrated at my teasing. I like it.
“Let me kiss you, girl,” he snarls.
“Make me.”
And I realize that I’ve given him the leeway to do whatever he wants.
I feel his fingers travel teasingly down past my belly button...
“What are you doing?” I ask him, my eyes squinting with curiosity.
“What do you think I’m doing?” he questions.
“I think you’re trying to annoy me, Connor.”
“Oh, just the opposite, Ember.”
I bite my lip again.
Damn, he’s right.
His fingers find their way to the edge of my panties, and I close my eyes.
And I moan .
“Yeah, that isn’t annoying,” I whisper as my body responds so positively to his touch.
As his fingers start to circle the rim of my pussy, the overwhelming urge to do the same kind of teasing to the firefighter grips me tight. Under the towel, my own fingers reach out and I trace along the edge of his underpants. I can sense his hardness even from here. The man is so turned on, despite the cold.
And, to tell the truth, so am I.
The man moans just like I’ve done as my hand finds his manhood.
Yes...
His fingers find my clit.
Oh, yes...
I start to play with him.
He starts to play with me.
This is so hot.
And I kiss him.
He kisses me back.
It’s unbearable.
I moan again.
He moans again.
And we bring each other to the brink. His hardness quivers in my hand – so thick and big. I can feel the bulge of his veins. We rock together, pleasuring each other in unison.
I shudder.
He groans.
My spare hand rests on his shoulder. I feel the muscles of his body and the thickness of his neck. All the lines and curves. I keep my eyes closed and try to understand him in a physical sense.
Connor moans again.
And I do too. I can’t help it when I can almost taste his lust for me.
He is so close, I can feel it...
I can feel him...
And so am I.
“I’m so fucking close,” I whisper.
“Finish for me, girl,” Connor stammers. “I’m already spiraling...”
And in one shuddering climax, we both groan and release.
In unison.
Hot cum splurges onto my hand. I feel him unload all the way up my arm as I hold him tight. At the same moment, I lean back as his fingers dance on my clit and make me feel waves of pleasure crash on me. I’m triggered by his orgasm.
It’s beautiful and sexy and so damn hot.
And my own orgasm floods my entire body with warmth.
Yeah, I’ve totally forgotten about how cold I’m supposed to be...