Page 20 of Consumed By Fire

I lower myself and touch my lips to hers in a sweet and slow kiss. I lick her lips, which she parts for me, inviting me to deepen this kiss. Savoring her mouth, I slip my hands into her hair and draw her closer to me. Our tongues duel like in a dance. The blood rumbles in my ears. I detach myself from her lips reluctantly but I'm afraid of losing all my willpower and claiming her, making her mine. We’re out of breath and I hear her panting.

“Wow ..."

This kiss was perfect but now that I've tasted those lips, I want more. I need more.

She comes over and kisses me, biting my lower lip. I pull her on me, making her squeak. I know she feels my erection but I don't care anymore. That's just the effect she has on me. I kiss her neck as my hands grab her hips, trying to keep her still, but to no avail. Her moans make me lose my mind. I don't even know where we are anymore. I sat with her on top of me.

"Baby, we have to stop now, or I won’t be responsible for what happens next,” I whisper to her. She knows she's taking me to the limit, and her smile confirms it before she bends down to kiss my neck. My hands go under her nightgown, and brushing her skin makes her shiver.

"Dylan, please..." she gasps and I lift her nightgown, leaving her in only her tiny thong. My eyes are chained to hers as I caress her breasts and she lets her head go back. I lick her boobs, making her moan. I love hearing this delicious sound.

I flip her back onto the bed and put myself on top of her, teasing her nipples and making her wiggle. I don't want to make love to her now. I just want to love her, worship her, and make her come, screaming my name.

I kiss my way toward her center. I can already smell her juices, and when I pull down her thong, leaving her completely exposed to me, I see how drenched she is. I stick out my tongue and lick up her juices, making her pant even more. I know she's so close, and I dig a finger inside her. I add a second and move them slowly as I lick her. Her hips move incessantly, riding my face.

"Dylan ... oh God..."

"Yes, baby, let yourself go. Come for me, honey,” I say, sucking her knob, increasing the thrusts and curling my fingers. When she squeezes around my fingers, the scream of pleasure she makes leaves her breathless, shaking until she finishes riding her orgasm.

I go back up, kissing her, making her taste how sweet and good she is.

"Oh, my ... Dylan..." She hides her face in her hands, embarrassed.

"What's going on, baby?"

"Nothing. It's just that it was so intense and you … oh God, and you were there. Oh fuck, what an embarrassment."

"Charlotte, why are you embarrassed?"

"Because you were there, with your mouth."

I don't understand. I look at her curiously. I don't think anyone has ever eaten her. The thought of being the first makes me happy, though.

"It was great tasting you, and I can't wait to do it again and again," I whisper against her lips.

11

CHARLOTTE

Being in his arms feels right. It’s as if this is my place. I’ve never felt anything like this. I let myself go, and it was a unique experience, but I want more. I want to feel him, to be his. I want to love him and be loved. Who cares if one day he’ll break my heart? Maybe it won't happen. Maybe he’s my soulmate, and if I don't let myself go now, I could lose a unique thing that might never happen again.

I caress his cheek, losing myself in his eyes, and kiss him. I kiss him with all of myself. After years, I’m ready to move on, to live a little. But am I ready to risk my heart, too? Yes, with him. I can't explain it. I swore to myself that I’d never let anyone get close to my heart again. And still, here I am, in bed with the perfect man, ready to risk it all just to be his.

Feeling my taste still on his lips reminds me of having him where no one has ever gone with their mouth. I never imagined I was missing so much. I let my nails run down his back and feel him growl against my mouth. I feel his erection on my stomach and I know he's holding back, but now I don't want him to do it anymore. I want to feel him inside me.

"Dylan ... I want you..." I gasp against his lips as his hands brush my legs, which I’ve tightened around his waist. The growl he makes is so sexy, it makes me even wetter.

“Baby, we don't have to. We're not in a hurry. You’re already mine," he says, looking into my eyes.

I’m already his ... and I realize that he’s right. I’ve been his since I set my eyes on him. I’m his as much as he’s mine.

"Love me," I whimper breathlessly. When he looks into my eyes to make sure I really want to, his lips consume mine in a passionate kiss that takes my breath away. He kneels between my legs and takes a condom from the wallet on the nightstand.

“I'm on the pill, and I'm clean,” I tell him and see him close his eyes.

“I'm clean too, baby. I've never had sex without a condom. Are you sure you want to do it bare?"

"Yes, I'm sure," I say, sliding my hand along his chest until I grab his erection. I’ve never done it, I’ve never been so bold, but novels make it sound so forbidden and exciting. I’ll surely be awkward but with him, I know I can be myself.