Page 42 of From the Embers

Her eyebrows pique. “Ooh, and I thought you were such a player.”

“You can blame Gage or JJ, my lieutenants, for overworking me. There’s been little time for play.”

“Well, aren’t I the lucky recipient?” She grins, working her hand up and down my dick as I lean back against the glass.

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I want to feel you, D. All of you.”

There’s something in her words that tugs to the heart of me. If I’m being honest, I want that, too. I want to be buried balls deep inside her with nothing between us. It feels like the most natural thing in the world.

I slide one hand up her body, through the center of her tits and hold her by the throat, while my other hand is at her hip, keeping her in place. “You know if I fuck you raw, that’s it.”

“That’s it? As in…”

“As in you’re mine, Adi. I’m not gonna beat around the bush. I meant what I said before.”

“You were distracting me from getting inside your head, weren’t you?”

I give her a guilty look. “I’m not great at expressing how I feel, I never have been.”

“That’s okay, what’s important is you’re willing to at least try.”

“Says she who’s stroking my cock while trying to get information out of me.”

She grins broadly. “Two can play at that game.”

I tilt her chin so her eyes lock on mine. “You’re right about that.” I lean forward and kiss her hard, all tongue, my hand tightening around her throat, the other gripping her breast. “You’ve also got no idea what you do to me, do you?”

She shakes her head. “Nope, but I’m not complaining.”

I hitch her leg over my hip, then cup her pussy. “Still so ready for me, aren’t you?”

“I’m always ready for you,” she breathes.

I finger her for a minute or so as we kiss. She’s had my cock already, but she’s tight and we did fuck hard, so I don’t want to be as rough as I was. “Are you okay?”

She nods. “Of course.”

“I’ll go slow this time. I’m not always rough.”

“I like it rough. I really, really like that chair. I’m gonna have visions of me riding your face for the rest of my life.”

“Ditto.” I hiss when she tugs on my balls. We’re fondling each other and I know she’s close.

Her cheeks pinken, and her hand cupping me squeezes harder as her eyes close.

“Open,” I demand. “I want to see you when I make you come.”

Her eyelids flutter open and I brush her clit with my thumb as I pump her slowly in and out with two fingers. “So good, D, just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I ride it home until she’s squeezing my fingers and my dick is more than ready.

I push her back slightly, then hitch her up as she gasps in surprise.

“I’m too heavy,” she admonishes, but I shut her up with a brutal kiss.

When I pull back, I say, “You’re light as a feather. Wrap your legs around me, that’s a good girl.”

I hold my dick at the base and slide in slowly. She cries out, bracing herself on my shoulders.