Burned Deep (Burned 1)

He shifted behind me and worked my legs apart. My back arched and I tossed a look at him over my shoulder. “You’re not going to do anything too kinky, are you?” I returned to the insecurity of him being way out of my league.

“You’re fairly safe.” He winked.

“Dane.”

“I’m just going to spend a little time here.… I don’t think you’ll mind.” His head lowered and his tongue whisked over my slick flesh.

My hips jerked. “Oh, God.” Not mind? Hell, I’d be pleading for more within seconds.

His lips tugged gently at my folds, a scintillating touch that had me instantly forgetting my trepidation. He was an expert at the quick warm-up, then jumped straight into suckling my clit and fluttering his tongue over the responsive bud. Using his thumbs, he spread me wide and dedicated himself to getting me off.

I panted harshly, the erotic ministrations setting me on fire.

My fingers gripped the thick silken sash binding my wrists. My head dropped and my eyes closed. I concentrated solely on the pleasure he brought me, his skilled determination.

His tongue circled my opening, then dipped inside. It was a wonder I didn’t come instantly. But he had more in store, and the flickering of his tongue against my clit, a bit stronger and faster, had me whimpering and squirming.

“Dane,” I gasped. He was too, too good at this. “Fuck me.”

But he wasn’t inclined to deviate from his current plan. He suckled my clit and everything exploded inside me.

“Oh, God!” I cried out as the release rocked me to the core.

I would never be impervious to this man or the things he did. I could barely breathe and my body screamed for him.

“Fuck me,” I repeated. Demanded.

“You want it just like this.” It wasn’t even a question. He knew.

“Yes. Now.”

He reached for a condom on the ledge that rose above the head of the bed. He was sheathed in an instant and thrust into me from behind. Hard.

“Oh, yes!” I cried out.

As he pumped steadily, I raised my hips and ass to give him better access. He clasped my waist and fucked me with quick, full strokes. Exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I needed.

Then he pulled out all the stops and flanked my legs with his, forcing them closed as he pistoned assertively. With my thighs pressed together, I felt every inch of him, width and length, sliding in and out. Nothing had ever felt more incredible than his rock-hard cock stroking my pussy, pushing farther in. To feel him so acutely, so forcefully … It was mere seconds before I lost it again and screamed his name.

He thrust once more and came on a driving beat I felt deep within.

“Jesus, Ari,” he ground out. “Fuck.”

I clenched him tight, my spine arched, my head thrown back. If I could give him half the pleasure in return …

My inner muscles squeezed and released as I milked his thick shaft and he continued to shudder.

I had no idea how much time passed as we both savored the rush of heat and the intensity of the orgasm we shared. Could’ve been minutes. Likely it was seconds, but it felt like a small eternity.

Our heavy breaths were one as they filled the room, in time with each other, as though his heart pounded erratically with mine.

We remained joined. I had absolutely no desire to move an inch, to break the connection.

What he did to me and the way we responded to each other was so beyond anything I’d ever fathomed, I tried to hold on to every tiny bit of it. Maybe that was a bad idea—rubbing against that once it’s gone you’re going to miss it horribly theory of mine. Yet a new theory was conveniently replacing the old one. I would have missed out on so much if I’d not traveled this path with Dane.

At the moment, I could convince myself it was worth the risk.

Were it to disappear tomorrow … I’d be shredded. No two ways about it.