Firefighter's Virgin

My hands desperately sought out his shoulders. I needed something to hang on to. Something to anchor me as the friction of his tongue on my clit set fire to my veins. My fingertips dug into his broad shoulders as he went harder. Faster.

I groaned as he got there, exactly where I needed him to be. I writhed, rocking my hips into him. He had just the right

pressure, the perfect speed.

There. My sex clenched as I came. Shaking as pleasure spread through my body. My hands flew to his hair, and I held his head against me.

I screamed his name. He licked me through my orgasm and stroked me through intense aftershocks.

He pulled back and groaned against the sensitive flesh of my thigh. A wicked grin lit his face as he met my eyes. The need in his gaze was overwhelming, but that didn’t stop him.

“That’s one.” His voice was low and needy, with an edge that had me desperate to have his mouth on me again.

“I was promised two.” I panted, and my voice was thick with how much I wanted his mouth on me again. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it.

He groaned against the sensitive skin of my sex. “That you were. Ready to come again?”

I nodded, but he didn’t move. “Say it, Gabrielle.”

“What?” My voice was shaky. I loved his dirty mouth, but I wasn’t sure that I could do it.

“You know what. Please don’t fuck with me right now, Gabbi.” His eyes commanded me.

“I don’t know if I can say it out loud.”

His hands ran up and down my thighs, and his warm breath against my core threatened to make me combust. I was achy and desperate.

“You can. I want the words, Gabbi. I need to hear you say it.” He licked my inner thigh, and I shuddered.

I could do this. I needed that tongue on my clit, not my thigh. If saying it was the only way to make that happen, I had to do it. “Please make me come again, James.”

“Fuck, that was fucking hot. Yes.” Then his mouth was on my clit, sucking and licking at me. Harder. Faster.

I gave in to the sensation. It was fucking intense. Almost immediately, pleasure welled up in me.

“James, don’t stop. James.” I screamed his name loud enough to wake the neighbors. I didn’t give a shit. I couldn’t stop myself.

He kept me pinned to the bed, licking me until my entire being was racked with pleasure. With a final stroke of his tongue, I let go, groaning loudly as I came.

He licked me through the second orgasm with the same fervor as he had the first, breathing hard against my thigh as I came down.

James looked up at me, eyes heavy with desire. “That was the hottest fucking thing ever. I need to get inside you.”

It would’ve been comical to see us both scrambling to get out of our clothes if I didn’t need him so much.

His raspy voice sounded almost pained. Suddenly I needed him in a way that I’d never needed anyone before.

“Fuck me, James.” I groaned as he crawled over me. Skin to skin this time. His face was tight with restraint. His chest heaved against mine.

“This is going to be fast.”

His low warning sent tingles through my body. His tip strained against me. He looked me in the eyes as he entered me. Inch by delicious inch, he slid inside me. I stared back as I took him.

He groaned when our bodies became one, and we started moving together. Everything but the motion of our bodies fell away. He pulled out, so I only had his tip in me, then thrust forward to take me over and over again.

Pleasure consumed his hazel eyes; then he screwed them shut and groaned into the crook of my neck. He was close.

The simple knowledge was enough to send me hurtling straight back towards the edge. It was intense, so fucking intense.