Page 16 of Bound By Fire
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Robyn
I forgot how good sex was.
How could I have forgotten?
How?
I’m going to come any second, and he’s barely started. I’m mortified, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. His tongue does this swirling, flicking thing against my clit while his finger pumps into me in a slow, deep rhythm. It’s too much, but not enough.
My hand is still buried in his hair, tugging hard. I can’t seem to loosen my grip. “I can’t… I… More… I?—”
I need to stop talking. I sound terrible.
I groan deeply, arching my back, thrusting against his face. I can’t stop doing that either. I planned on humping him, but not like this.
Holy crap!
He hums against me, and the vibration rolls through me like a small earthquake. He curls his finger on the next suckle, and that’s it…I’m done.
My orgasm rushes through me and all at once. My mouth drops open, and my eyes squeeze shut. My back bows right off the mattress this time. My thighs clamp around his head. My toes curl against the sheet. I make a noise I didn’t know I was capable of making, something between a cry and a sob, and my whole body goes tight, then loose, then tight again as he keeps working me through it. I pulse around his finger in wave after wave.
When it finally loosens its hold on me, I push out a heavy breath, my eyes open wide as the last of the waves rush over me. Finally, I flop back against the pillow like I’ve been unplugged. My chest is heaving. Sweat cools at my hairline. My legs are shaking on his shoulders in these small, uncontrollable tremors.
Ridge lifts his head. His mouth is wet. His eyes are not quite green but very beautiful, like the rest of him. His hair is a tangled mess from my fingers. Even that is hot.
“Good golly,” I breathe out.
He gives me that rare half-smile, the one that lasts about two seconds. “You good?”
“I’m…I…ahhhh…” I swallow. I nod a few times like an idiot because my mouth won’t form words.
He slides his finger free and eases my legs off his shoulders and lowers them carefully to the mattress.
He licks his lips as he gets off the bed.
I have to prop myself up on my elbows to watch him, because there is no way I’m missing this show.
Please take your clothes off.
Please.
He stands at the side of the mattress and reaches for his belt.
Thank you, lord!
My eyes drop. The buckle clinks. The zip comes down. He pushes his jeans and boxers off together, shoving them down his thighs in one rough motion.
Oh.
Oh my.
His cock springs free, and it is… It is absolutely ginormous. Thick and long and hard, curving up toward his stomach. There’s a bead of moisture at the tip. My mouth falls open. I’m not even trying to be subtle anymore.
I make a squeaking noise.
“Hmm?” he hums in question.
