Burned (Ignite #1)

Her hips start moving against my hand and I grit my teeth as the head of my c**k moves in and out of her ass.

“You are way too big for this to work,” she mumbles through groans as my fingers continue to slide around and around her clit.

“Do you trust me?” I whisper, sliding barely another centimeter inside of her as I move my fingers faster between her legs.

“Yes, I trust you,” she moans immediately as I slide in a little further.

“This will work, I promise. If it doesn’t, you tell me right away and I’ll stop. If it doesn’t feel good, promise me you’ll tell me to stop, Lee.”

I silently beg her not to tell me to stop. Her ass is already gripping the hell out of the tip of my c**k and I’m dying to push myself the rest of the way inside her.

“I promise. I trust you. Fuck, keep going,” she begs, pushing back against me until I slip deeper inside.

Sweat breaks out all over my body with the effort it takes to hold myself still behind her and not pound into her ass. She’s so tight and hot and, with every rock of her hips against my fingers, she brings me deeper inside her all on her own.

“Fuck-shit-oh, my God,” she whimpers incoherently as I add pressure with my fingers against her clit.

As slowly as I can, I push myself a little further inside her ass, stopping when I feel her relax around my c**k as her orgasm quickly bubbles back to the surface.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold her tightly to me and slowly rock against her without going deeper. I want to pull my c**k completely out and slam fully inside her, but I won’t do that her first time. I’m perfectly content letting her dictate how little or how much she can take this time.

“Jesus, Lee. You feel so f**king perfect,” I groan as she pushes back against me.

Her ass grips me like a fist and I know I’m not going to be able to last much longer.

“Keep going. Fuck, keep going,” she begs loudly.

I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed as I slowly push forward until my hips are pressed tightly against her ass. I hear her panting and whimpering as I hold myself still.

“Say something, Lee. Tell me if this is okay,” I beg.

When she doesn’t immediately reply, I start to pull out of her, my concern for her greater than my need to experience this with her. Her hand flies back and grips my hip, holding me in place.

“It’s okay, I’m okay. It hurts, but it feels good at the same time. Just give me a second.”

Letting out the breath I was holding, I’m prepared to give her as much time as she needs even though all I want to do is move.

I start circling my fingers around her clit again, slowly at first and then speeding up the movement. Within seconds, her back arches and she screams as her orgasm bursts out of her.

“I’m coming! Oh f**k, I’m coming!”

Her clit throbs beneath my fingers and her ass milks my c**k with each pulse of her release until my own orgasm explodes out of me. I didn’t even need to move in and out of her, just having my c**k sheathed inside her tight hole and feeling her squeeze around me is enough to drive me right to the edge and tumble over.

My come fills her ass and my fingers continue circling her clit as another tremor wracks her body, this one smaller than the last but just as powerful going by her shouts of pleasure.

When we’re both sated and panting heavily, I pull my c**k out of her and we collapse next to each other in a heap of exhaustion and sweat. With the last of my strength, I wrap my arms around her body and pull her back against my chest. The desire to tell her that I love her overwhelms me, but I bite my tongue and keep my thoughts to myself. I don’t want her to think I’m saying it because of what just happened.

With a kiss to the back of her head, I slide out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I’ve never used the Jacuzzi tub in my master bath since I bought this house a month ago and now I know why. I was waiting for the right moment and it doesn’t get any more perfect than this. When the tub is filled with warm, soapy water, I head back into the bedroom to find Finnley asleep. I slide my arms under her naked body and pull her up to my chest as she yawns and opens her eyes. She leans up and kisses my chin as I walk towards the bathroom, the look on her face so sated and sexy that I feel my c**k stirring below us. I step into the tub with her still in my arms, sinking down into the hot water as she sighs contentedly, twisting in my arms until she’s straddling my lap.

She cups handfuls of soapy water in her hands and pours them over my chest and shoulders, running her palms over my skin as she goes. Her wet hand skims over the tattoo on my right bicep, staring at it intently. “I’ve seen this before and I know it has a name. What’s it called?”

Removing my hands from the edge of the tub, I slide them into the water and glide them up her wet thighs until I’m gripping her hips.

“It’s called a Maltese Cross. I got it the day I graduated from the fire academy.”

With the tips of her fingers, she traces the design and, even with the heat of the water, I suddenly get a chill from her touch.

“Is there meaning behind it, or is it just the universal symbol for firefighters?”

I’ve heard this story so many times you would think that I’d be tired of telling it, but something about explaining it to Finnley right now makes it feel like the first time. I’ll never forget that first day in class at the academy when our instructor put a picture of the cross up on the chalkboard and told us its history and the meaning behind it. The blood started pumping faster in my veins and I knew, right in that moment, that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.