Page 45 of Burning Embers
I am quick to oblige, pulling it over my head, tossing it onto the floor. She scans my chest, fingers working over my skin excruciatingly slow. And then her hot mouth covers my pierced nipple, tongue languishing, and I let out an uncontrolled moan as she applies suction before nipping on it gently.
Her eyes flutter up to meet mine and I see the want and lust reflected there. I can’t hold back any longer.
I push her towards my bed, dipping her backwards until she’s laying on the mattress.
My fingers are at the waist of her leggings. “May I?” I ask, flicking my eyes to hers.
She gives me a quick nod, and I pull them down along with her knickers and toss them aside. I kiss my way up her feet, to her inner thigh, and when I blow on her clit, she arches towards the sensation. I smirk before my mouth travels to her pulsing entrance.
“Olly,” she sighs when my tongue dips inside, and I lap up her arousal. I insert a finger while my thumb rubs over her clit. Her thighs clench on either side of my head, her climax building. I pump my finger into her harder and faster, my mouth covering her clit to suck on her soft mound.
“Yes,” she cries out, her hot channel pulsating around my finger, her body shaking as she comes. When her thighs relax, and she releases her hold, I get to my feet, strip out of my jeans.
Taking myself in my hand, I squeeze my length from base to tip, watching her; she stares at me, unable to look away as she bites down on her bottom lip. It turns me on more.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” My words come out more like a grunt, hoarse with need.
She shuffles to pull her top off, followed quickly by her bra. Her nipples sit proud and hard, begging me to suck them. The mattress dips as I kneel between her legs. My body hovers over hers as my lips slowly cascade kisses down her throat, to her chest, until I take her erect nipple into my mouth.
My dick brushes against her stomach. Her trembling hand reaches for me, and she squeezes it so hard, I think I might come just from her touch alone.
Groaning, I sit back on my knees to reach for my bedside drawer, searching for a foil packet.
After ripping it open with my teeth, I roll the condom on and squeeze the base of my dick, hard, in warning not to let myself come too soon. I don’t want this to be over before it’s even begun.
“Do you want me, Rachel?” I ask, voice cracking.
“Yes, Olly, I want you.” She guides my body back to hers. Desire flows through me, her touch so tender.
I lock eyes with hers. This moment so intimate, the air around us is charged, prickling our naked skin with unbridled anticipation. I align myself with her entrance, our stares still tethered. I pause just for a beat before I bury myself deep inside her.
We both groan in unison as our bodies move together. I have this fervent need to go harder, faster, and when she urges me on, I don’t hold back. She meets each thrust with earnest.
Over-zealous from the sensation of being buried deep inside her, my body shakes from the exertion. It’s the first time, but I know this won’t be the last. I will never get enough of her, of this.
It’s not long before we’re both sweating, our breathing heavy and erratic.
And I know I won’t last much longer.
“I’m going to come,” I grunt out.
She grips me tighter with her thighs, the heels of her feet pushing me deeper, and I know she’s right there with me. Our movements are uncontrolled, animalistic as we find a drawn-out release together.
Chapter Thirty
RACHEL
Something warm and heavy covers me from behind. It’s still early, and it takes a moment for last night to catch up with me. I’m sated and satisfied, and for some unknown reason, I can’t stop the giggle that rises from my throat.
“What’s so funny?” Olly grumbles into my neck his hardness pushes into my back.
“Nothing,” I reply, trying to shake off the imminent giggle-fit working its way out.
His grip over my stomach tightens. “Really? Because you could give a guy a complex laughing like that,” he says.
“Believe me, Olly, you have nothing to worry about,” I say, trying to stifle my laughter.
His teeth drag softly over my skin, my breathing hitches. “Maybe I need to impress you some more just to be sure,” he says.
