Burned Hearts

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Author: Calista Fox
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how to mesmerize me so that all I could focus on, all I could think of, all I could feel, was him . His muscles and heat surrounding me, his lips and tongue engaging me further, his hands caressing my body. One of which skated downward, over my slightly rounded stomach, to the apex of my legs. The tips of his fingers glided along my slick folds.
    Breaking the kiss, I stared into his eyes and said, “I’m already wet for you.”
    â€œAnd you make me so damn hard. So fast.” His erection pressed to my hip. Tempting me once more.
    While his fingertip flittered over my clit, his mouth wreaked beautiful havoc on my neck, his teeth nipping in all the sensitive spots that lit me up. Desire rushed through my veins.
    â€œI’m feeling less and less guilty about you returning this evening,” I told him.
    â€œBaby, I want to come back to you every night.” He slipped two fingers inside me and leisurely stroked. “Mm, this is nice, but I want you wetter.”
    My inner walls contracted around his fingers as my hips undulated. The slow burn was sinfully delicious. A private decadence I loved sharing with him.
    â€œYou taste so fucking good,” he said, his teeth tenderly biting just below my ear. “Once you have our baby—”
    â€œI know exactly what you’re going to do to me.” And that thought hitched my pulse.
    â€œNight after night.”
    He liked to make me come with his mouth, his lips and tongue teasing my clit, driving me half out of my mind. My OB-GYN didn’t currently recommend it, so Dane refrained. But I craved the intimate act as much as he wanted to pleasure me that way.
    â€œI can hardly wait for you to get me off like that again,” I told him. “It’s always so, so good.” As was his current technique. I writhed beneath him, his chest pressed to my breasts. The heel of his hand rubbed the swollen knot of nerves between my legs as his fingers continued to stroke steadily, the tempo gradually increasing.
    My breathing escalated with the quickening of the sensual rhythm. His pumping became more assertive, determined.
    â€œYes,” I whispered. “Oh, God. Dane.” My lids drifted closed. Erotic sensations sparked within me, searing and scintillating. Taunting me to give in to them. But I wasn’t willing to just yet.
    â€œKiss me,” I softly demanded.
    His lips skimmed over my jaw and then his tongue toyed with mine before he claimed my mouth with his. He kissed me passionately, no holding back—leaving me with absolutely no doubt that this was where he wanted to be every night. With me, pushing me higher until the pleasure erupted deep in my pussy.
    I tore my mouth from his and cried out, “Dane!” The orgasm blazed through me. Radiantly. Fantastically.
    I clenched his fingers, prolonging my climax as long as possible.
    â€œNow that really gets me going, baby.” His warm breath on my temple made my skin tingle as much as the intense release. “There’s nothing quite like you falling apart for me.”
    I reached for his hand and pulled it away, feeling every ripple along my sensitive flesh as he withdrew. I said, “I want you inside me.”
    He shifted ever so slightly. His tip nudged my opening. Anticipation mounted.
    â€œDon’t play,” I insisted. “You know what I want.”
    He gave me a sweet kiss, our lips tangling. Ironic, because I knew what he intended to do to me would be anything but sweet. Because I liked it downright dirty with this man.
    He massaged my breast again, causing me to squirm beneath him. My hips rose and the head of his cock pressed farther in.
    â€œYes,” I breathed encouragingly. “Give me all of you.”
    He slung my leg over his waist and palmed my ass cheek, angling my pelvis. Then thrust in.
    â€œOh, fuck!” I screamed as he filled and stretched me.
    â€œAh, Christ, Ari.” His voice was heavy with arousal.

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