Burn (Steel Brothers Saga 5)

He slid down my body and softly licked my clit.

I writhed beneath his ministrations, my hips undulating, my breathing becoming rapid. As he tongued my most secret place, the convulsions started deep within my womb and radiated outward. Soon the climax overtook me, bubbling through me like hot lava.

“Jonah!” I cried out. “I’m coming. My God, I’m coming.”

“That’s right, baby,” he said against my patch of dark blond hair. “You come for me. Come all over my face. Drench me in that sweet cream of yours.”

I thrust upward into him, rubbing my pussy against his lips, his stubbly beard. I would no doubt have razor burn, but I didn’t care. It felt so good, and another orgasm took me on a flight to the moon.

When I finally came down, Jonah moved his body over mine, his hard cock pushing against my slick entrance.

“I need you, Melanie. I need you so much right now.”

“Then take me. Take me now.”

He plunged into my body, stretching me, the depths of my pussy accommodating him. So full I was, so full and complete.

He pulled out and thrust back in. “You feel so good. So fucking good around my cock.”

I had gotten used to Jonah’s graphic language during sex, and now turned me on.

“I love the way you fuck me. I love the way

you fuck my pussy.”

The words sounded foreign from my lips, but not foreign to my ears. My nipples tightened even further, and waves of pleasure began to ripple through me again. Those words—the dirty graphic words. They made me hot.

As my third climax took me to new heights, Jonah increased the speed of his thrusts, grinding into me, fucking me with wild abandon. And I loved it. Every single fucking moment of it.

“I’m about ready, baby,” he said, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my cheek. “I’m going to fill you up. Fill you all the way up. Make you mine. Mine.”

Mine. I loved the sound of that. Was it possible he felt the same way about me? Did he love me back?

I didn’t have time to contemplate the question because then he thrust so far into me that I thought he touched my soul. I came yet again, but it was different this time, like an explosion of warmth around my entire body, penetrating into my heart.

This was it.

This was what love felt like.

Surely he could feel it too.

He lay atop me for a few moments, and I welcomed the weight of his hard body. When he moved over to my side, I whimpered at the loss of his warmth.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I hope that wasn’t too rough for you.”

I shot my eyes open. “You weren’t rough at all. You’ve been way rougher other times.”

“But after what—”

“You gave me exactly what I needed, Jonah. You were right. I wasn’t ready for everything from you. But for a few minutes, I just wanted to escape what happened, and you gave me that. No one but you could’ve given me that.”

He chuckled. “I’m one of about a million men who would have been glad to fuck you.”

“Fuck me? Was this just a fuck to you?” I couldn’t believe he’d said the words.

He shook his head. “You’ve never been just a fuck to me Melanie.”

Thank God. Although I didn’t voice the thought. I stayed silent and snuggled up to his warm body. For a moment, I thought I felt a shudder running through him. But then it was gone.