Burned Hearts (Burned 3)

“You enjoy the soft flutters at first. Then the firmer licks, the deeper suckling.”

The knot of nerves between my legs throbbed.

My eyelids drifted closed. “I can practically feel you. Warm breath, soft lips, talented tongue.” I writhed under the bedcovers as a thrill ribboned through me.

“I’d lift one leg over my shoulder, spreading you wide. While I continued to suck your clit, I’d slip two fingers into your pussy, pumping slowly. So slowly.”

I sighed.

“Tell me you’re touching yourself,” Dane urged. “I can visualize it. I need to know. I need to hear.”

I slid my fingertips along the folds

he’d spoken of, the part of my body I knew he currently envisioned.

“It’s not the same,” I told him. “Nothing compares to you touching me.” I wanted it, craved it.

“Imagine it’s me.”

“I am.” I slid two fingers into my tight canal, stroking long and leisurely, matching the tone of his voice.

“I love how you taste,” he told me. “And you get so wet for me.”

“You’re not even here and I’m wet for you.”

“I want you to come, Ari. Think of me licking your pussy, my fingers plunging inside, pushing deep.”

I called on erotic memories and felt the orgasm build.

“Dane.” I put him on speakerphone and picked up the pace with my hand between my legs while the other one slipped beyond to the veed neck of the bodice of my nightgown. I squeezed my breast, pinched my nipple.

“You taste so damn good,” he murmured. “I miss that. And the way you smell, especially when you’re wearing the frankincense I gave you.”

“Which you like to lick off every inch of me.”

“I would if I were there.”

I pictured his mouth on my body, his lips and tongue gliding over my flushed skin.

“God, I want you,” I told him.

“Just think of me there, baby, sinking into you, thrusting deep.”

Nothing felt as incredible as having Dane buried inside me, setting a quick, forceful rhythm that had my hips lifting and rolling to meet his exciting moves. I imagined him kissing me passionately, then staring into my eyes as he pushed us both to that ultimate pinnacle.

“Come for me, baby,” he said.

I could from his voice and words alone, had certainly done so in the past. But with my fingers pumping steadily, I was instantly there for him.

“Dane.” Exhilaration laced my tone. My breath hitched.

“You make the sexiest sounds when you’re losing it for me.”

“I want you to come, too.”

“I’m thinking about those luscious lips of yours wrapped around my cock, teasing me at first with your tongue, then taking me deep, sucking me hard.”

“I like making you come that way.”