Phoenix Burning(36)

Emory groaned when he finally took a firm hold of her breast and slid his thumb across her areola. She stopped thinking about the darkness, about the past, about anything other than the man stroking her body.

“Come closer.” His whisper made her shiver with desire.

She crawled to his side, but he tugged her closer still, pulling until she was straddling his body. The hard length of his cock was trapped beneath her. The bulge pressed maddeningly against her crotch. His shaft rubbed a delicious trail of friction across her clit. She wiggled, wanting more, but he forced her to bend at the waist and dip forward instead. The position left her ass up in the air and too much distance between his dick and her pussy.

Her protest died on her lips when his mouth latched onto her nipple. He nipped and licked like an animal. A hard pull had her gasping for breath and squeezing her eyes shut while sparks danced beneath her eyelids. His tongue was wet and soft, his teeth hard and demanding.

He let go with a pop. Her breast hung heavy and needy, the nipple pouting for more. Alex took the other in his mouth instead, giving it the same treatment. His teeth scraped over the delicate surface until she was panting with frustration. Juice from her swollen sex coated the insides of her thighs.

He let go of her breast and grabbed her hips. “Sit up and grind your pussy against me. Show me how wet you are. I want to feel it.”

Feeling wanton and sexy, Emory did as he asked. She arched her back and moved her pelvis. His engorged shaft slipped through her hot slit. Soft and silky, they moved together until she thought she might die. Her channel clenched reflexively, wanting the penetration he could provide.

“I don’t have a condom with me, love.” His expression was tight with restraint. “I get tested regularly and I’m clean, but the choice is yours.”

The thought of being with Alex without a barrier between them was exciting. “I’m clean too, and I’m on the pill.”

“Lift up, love. I’m going to slide right into you.” The muscles in Alex’s arms bunched as he helped her rise. “It’s all you. You control how fast or slow we go.”

Power swept her like a storm. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. The round head of his cock probed her entrance. She shifted her hips, letting it push inside. She hovered, enjoying the sensation, until she realized Alex was panting beneath her.

She watched him then, his expression changing in subtle nuances as she began to sink slowly down on his shaft. The planes of his face grew harsh. He clenched his jaw. Her muscles welcomed him inside. That feeling of liquid heat coaxed her channel to spread and accommodate his wide girth.

When she’d lowered herself fully, she could no longer keep her eyes open to watch. He brushed the sweet spot deep inside her body, and she convulsed in sheer gratification. It felt so good, like a shot of pure pleasure.

“Fuck, Emory. You’re so tight.” His fingers dug into her ass cheeks.

She rocked against him, grinding deeply. The base of his shaft brushed her clit and made her shiver. She discovered that there was a perfect angle for this. A perfect position where she could feel his shaft stroke her inside while it delivered delicious friction to the hood of her clitoris. It was exquisite.

Splaying her hands on his chest, she braced for more. She’d forgotten everything but the man beneath her, inside her, surrounding her with his scent and feel. She clenched her ass, fucking harder, until her body was quivering, until she was poised on the edge of something.

She could feel it, brush against it, and sense it coming harder and faster as she increased her tempo. It was so beautiful. She wanted it, needed it. She was wetter, slippery, and hot with cream that dampened the place where their bodies were joined. Pumping harder, she raced toward the place she could finally see. She was reaching, she was so close, but it eluded her still.

“Relax, love.” Alex’s murmur reached through her haze. “There’s no rush.”

Emory became abruptly aware of her physical self at that moment. It came back in a rush. Exhaustion made her muscles tingle and spark. Her feet were asleep. Air rasped in and out of her lungs in short pants. Sweat dampened both their bodies.

How long had she been riding Alex?

Did it matter?

She rolled to one side and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling in wonder. “I felt it.”

“Felt what, love?” He turned on his side and brushed a kiss across her lips. He looked concerned.

“An orgasm, I think.” She was still reeling from the too brief taste of ecstasy. “I’ve never done that before.”

“What was it like?”

“Beautiful, terrifying, like a cliff with the most stunning view that I want to dive off of.” She frowned, trying to remember. With the euphoria dying away she began to worry that she’d never find that place again. “I don’t know what I’m looking for. I don’t know what it looks like or what to expect.”