Jodi Redford - Light My Fire

“Uh, is it going to be a waste of money me buying lingerie?”

“Possibly. But I do have a fondness for garters.” He lowered his head and kissed her, sipping at her mouth, steadily stoking the fire for both of them. Journeying to her breasts, he teased her nipples until they were pebbled and glistening with his saliva. She trembled and swayed, driving him insane with her breathless moans. He dropped to his knees and gripped her thighs, swinging them over his shoulders. The ecstatic cry Dana made when he buried his tongue inside her was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. Almost as sweet as the taste of her honey.

He could have spent all day just pleasuring her with his mouth but he worried about the strain on her arms. Giving a final lick to her swollen clit, he set her down gently and utilized his talon again to release her from the handcuffs.

“I have keys to those, you know.” She dragged his shirt from the waistband of his trousers and frantically wrestled with the zipper of his fly.

“But I’m quicker.” He kicked off his shoes and worked on the buttons of his shirt while Dana yanked his trousers down. Past all patience, he ripped the shirt off and tossed it aside. Her hot mouth closed around his cock and he about lost it.

Tunneling his fingers in her hair, he succumbed to five seconds of blissful suction. Any more than that and he would have embarrassed himself with the shortest lasting power in history. Easing her onto their discarded pile of clothing, he spread her legs wide, bracing her thighs with his arms. The position opened her completely to him and he took full advantage, plunging inside her almost to his balls. She flung her head back, exposing the graceful column of her throat. Leaning forward, he licked its length. He felt her pulse in two places. Beneath his tongue and where his cock was deeply embedded.

“Say it,” she begged, clawing at his wrists.

“Mine.”

Her pussy quivered around him. He pulled back, her juices making it feel like he was sliding through wet silk. Their eyes locked and he waited.

“Mine,” she whispered.

He down-stroked again, his balls so tight they ached and a tingle built at the base of his spine. Gritting his teeth, he blinked against a bead of sweat. “Mine.” The word resembled an animalistic growl more than anything.

Dana cried out, her inner muscles spasming. The massaging clasp of her pussy was more than he could take and he bucked into her a final time, coming hard. He poured himself into her. Seed. Heart. Soul. She owned his very essence. Rolling onto his side, he cradled her against him. Their limbs tangled together and they held each other, content to kiss and cuddle. She nuzzled his nose and he shivered.

Her fingertips trailed through the sweat coating his back. “You know, maybe one of these times we’ll actually make love in our bed.”

“What are you talking about? We used the bed the morning before I left for Washington.”

“No, that was the couch, dingdong.”

He cocked his head, considering. “Oh yeah.” Recalling in Technicolor detail the lovemaking session that nearly made him late for his flight, he started to go from semi-soft to granite.

Dana obviously noticed because her eyes widened. “ Again? ”

“Mmm, is it too soon?”

“I don’t know. Will you let me handcuff you this time?”

He stood and stretched, pretending to mull the idea. Instead he sprinted away. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

“Don’t you know better than to challenge a sacrifice?” she yelled, evidently in hot pursuit.

Aiden laughed, his heart thumping with adrenaline and joy. Oh yeah, they were going to have a lifetime of fun challenging each other.