Flames of desire pt 2
1004 Words
Her breath hitched again, a sharp, sweet sound lost to the crash of the waves. “You know I do,” she panted, her voice thick with a need that mirrored my own. “God, Jazon, I’ve always wanted this.”
Those words, that admission, shattered the last of my restraint. The years of arguing, the constant, simmering tension—it all coalesced into a single, driving need to claim her, to make her feel everything I’d been forced to hide.
My mouth crashed down on hers, a kiss that was all heat and hunger and pent-up years. It was no longer a question, but a demand. Her lips parted for me, her tongue meeting mine in a desperate, seeking dance. I could taste the truth on her, the surrender, and it was the most intoxicating flavor I’d ever known.
My hand, still cupping her breast, gently squeezed. The lace of her bra was a flimsy, maddening barrier. I broke the kiss, my own breathing ragged, and lowered my head. I pressed my open mouth against the delicate fabric, feeling the hard nub of her n****e beneath it. I exhaled, a hot, damp breath, and she whimpered, her back arching off the sweater, pushing herself more firmly against my mouth.
“Please,” she breathed, the word a ragged plea.
My fingers found the center clasp of her bra. A flick of my wrist, and it came undone. I leaned back, just enough to slowly, deliberately, peel the cups away.
The firelight caught her, and the air left my lungs in a rush. Her breasts were perfect, full and high, with dusky pink n*****s that were already pebbled tight from the cool night air and the heat of our kiss. So beautiful. I had to touch, to taste.
I lowered my head again, this time my mouth finding bare skin. I licked a slow, deliberate circle around one taut peak, and her whole body jolted. A choked cry escaped her lips. I did it again, then drew the peak into my mouth, sucking gently.
“Jazon!” Her cry was a mix of shock and pure pleasure. Her hands flew to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, not pushing me away but holding me there, urging me on.
I lavished attention on one breast, then the other, alternating between soft sucks and flicks of my tongue until she was writhing beneath me, her hips making small, desperate circles against my thigh. The friction was clearly not enough. I could feel the heat of her even through the denim of my jeans.
My hand slid down from her breast, over the quivering plane of her stomach, my fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts. I dipped beneath the fabric, finding the soft skin of her lower belly. She was so warm, so soft. I let my fingers trail lower, through the soft thatch of curls, and she froze for a second, her muscles tensing.
I stopped immediately, lifting my head to look at her. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen from my kisses. “Allie?” I asked, my voice rough with concern and desire.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her gaze locked on mine. She was blushing furiously, a deep crimson that spread from her cheeks down her neck to her chest. “I just… I’ve imagined this for so long. It’s… a lot.”
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured, my fingers pausing, but not retreating. “Your words, Allie. I need to hear them.”
She took a shaky breath. “I want your hand on me. I want to feel your fingers… there.”
That was all I needed. My fingers continued their journey, sliding through her slick heat, finding her core. She was already so wet, her arousal coating my fingers. A low groan tore from my throat. So ready. So perfect for me.
I found her c**t, a hard, eager pearl amidst her soft folds, and circled it with my thumb. Her eyes rolled back, and a ragged moan was torn from her throat, louder than any sound she’d made yet. Her legs fell open, a silent, desperate invitation.
I kissed her again, swallowing her cries as I began to move my fingers, a slow, torturous rhythm. I explored her, learning the feel of her, what made her gasp, what made her hips jerk. I slid one finger inside her, and she was so tight, so incredibly warm and wet. She clenched around me, a pulse of pure pleasure that made us both gasp into the kiss.
I added a second finger, stretching her gently, and her head tossed back against the sweater. “More,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Please, Jazon, more.”
I drove my fingers deeper, curling them slightly, searching. When I found the spot, a rough patch inside her, and pressed, her reaction was instantaneous. Her back arched off the ground, a strangled scream catching in her throat. Her inner muscles clamped down on my fingers like a vice.
“Right there,” she sobbed, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably. “Oh God, right there, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
I didn’t. I kept up the relentless rhythm, my thumb circling her c**t in time with the thrusts of my fingers. I watched her come apart beneath me, her face a mask of exquisite ecstasy. Her pleasure was the most powerful thing I’d ever witnessed. Her climax crashed over her, wave after wave of intense sensation that made her cry out my name to the starry sky, her body convulsing around my hand.
I held her through it, my name a prayer on her lips as she trembled, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Slowly, her breathing began to even out. A languid, sated smile touched her swollen lips.
She reached for the button of my jeans, her fingers clumsy but determined. Her voice was a husky, spent whisper against my neck.
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