Blaze—endless staring games, all these tense moments spent right across from each other, him just breathing slowly, me racking my brain while I tried to figure out what was going on behind those gorgeous eyes.
I felt the weight of all the years I’d known him pressing down on me like a fist. All those years under his scrutiny while I walked past him, feeling observed and loving every moment of it. All those seconds at an altar when we traded vows; they hadn’t held any real meaning then, but there was something in Blaze’s eyes now that said something different.
I dropped my eyes. I couldn’t bear to keep looking at him. But he raised a gentle hand and cupped me under my chin, pushing softly so that I had no choice but to gaze on the face that infuriated me and yet followed me through every steaming dream I’d ever had.
I almost wanted to cry. Then his lips met mine, soft like a cloud, and I didn’t know what to think anymore.
We kissed slowly and delicately. At first, just our lips mingled, hesitantly touching one against the other’s, letting the warmth of our mouths spread and build. Then he ventured the tip of his tongue out, parting my lips. I let him slip his tongue into my mouth and felt it with my own.
Blaze’s hand slipped up under the edge of my shirt to wrap around my hips. It fit so perfectly and felt so right. I was powerless to resist whatever he wanted next. I was too worn down by everything—Luke’s plans, this crazy marriage, the long journey here, and the way the sun had ducked behind the horizon and cast a hazy purple light over everything. Nothing felt real, rather, it felt too real. I felt every sensation in me so perfectly defined. Rising above them all was the warm moistness between my legs, which grew and grew as Blaze kissed me and held me close to him.
He pulled away for a moment.
“I didn’t know you were a virgin,” he rumbled. “But it doesn’t matter. I want to be your first, to show you what it means to be taken. We’re going home right now, and we aren’t leaving until you’ve come a hundred times.”
Instead of a reply, I put my hand on the back of his neck and drew his lips back to mine. His kiss was the only thing that made sense anymore. I needed it like water.
We kissed hungrily. He worked his lips down my neck. I let my head fall back and moaned, letting everything out through that sigh. The sound echoed off the foothills that surrounded us, amplifying it, letting the world know that this man had reached into me and found a love and desire that I didn’t know I’d ever had.
His mouth slipped down further and he suckled the tip of one breast. I let his tongue work over me and savored every moment. I felt my stomach churning with how badly I wanted him, and my thighs squirmed against each other. I had to feel him inside me.
“Okay,” I whispered in his ear. “I want that. I want you.”
Blaze hugged his arms around me and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved me slowly up and down. Our hips ground together and I relished how I could feel the heat emanating from his stiffening cock, trapped behind the zipper of his jeans.
Our kissing had become wetter, sloppier, warmer. It wasn’t enough to have his mouth on one part of me. I needed it on my neck, my shoulders, my nipples, which were rising into peaks that screamed for more attention. I needed it on my waist and hips, up my thighs and delving into the secretive folds that had continued to moisten.
With a soft swoop, he laid me on the sandy ground. I held his face to mine, unwilling to go for even a second without his tongue.
All the desire I had been struggling to repress for days—no, for years—had come bubbling up and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to tamp it down again. Not that I wanted to. It felt too good when his fingers started toying with the edge of my shorts, darting up and back out, teasing me and
I felt the weight of all the years I’d known him pressing down on me like a fist. All those years under his scrutiny while I walked past him, feeling observed and loving every moment of it. All those seconds at an altar when we traded vows; they hadn’t held any real meaning then, but there was something in Blaze’s eyes now that said something different.
I dropped my eyes. I couldn’t bear to keep looking at him. But he raised a gentle hand and cupped me under my chin, pushing softly so that I had no choice but to gaze on the face that infuriated me and yet followed me through every steaming dream I’d ever had.
I almost wanted to cry. Then his lips met mine, soft like a cloud, and I didn’t know what to think anymore.
We kissed slowly and delicately. At first, just our lips mingled, hesitantly touching one against the other’s, letting the warmth of our mouths spread and build. Then he ventured the tip of his tongue out, parting my lips. I let him slip his tongue into my mouth and felt it with my own.
Blaze’s hand slipped up under the edge of my shirt to wrap around my hips. It fit so perfectly and felt so right. I was powerless to resist whatever he wanted next. I was too worn down by everything—Luke’s plans, this crazy marriage, the long journey here, and the way the sun had ducked behind the horizon and cast a hazy purple light over everything. Nothing felt real, rather, it felt too real. I felt every sensation in me so perfectly defined. Rising above them all was the warm moistness between my legs, which grew and grew as Blaze kissed me and held me close to him.
He pulled away for a moment.
“I didn’t know you were a virgin,” he rumbled. “But it doesn’t matter. I want to be your first, to show you what it means to be taken. We’re going home right now, and we aren’t leaving until you’ve come a hundred times.”
Instead of a reply, I put my hand on the back of his neck and drew his lips back to mine. His kiss was the only thing that made sense anymore. I needed it like water.
We kissed hungrily. He worked his lips down my neck. I let my head fall back and moaned, letting everything out through that sigh. The sound echoed off the foothills that surrounded us, amplifying it, letting the world know that this man had reached into me and found a love and desire that I didn’t know I’d ever had.
His mouth slipped down further and he suckled the tip of one breast. I let his tongue work over me and savored every moment. I felt my stomach churning with how badly I wanted him, and my thighs squirmed against each other. I had to feel him inside me.
“Okay,” I whispered in his ear. “I want that. I want you.”
Blaze hugged his arms around me and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved me slowly up and down. Our hips ground together and I relished how I could feel the heat emanating from his stiffening cock, trapped behind the zipper of his jeans.
Our kissing had become wetter, sloppier, warmer. It wasn’t enough to have his mouth on one part of me. I needed it on my neck, my shoulders, my nipples, which were rising into peaks that screamed for more attention. I needed it on my waist and hips, up my thighs and delving into the secretive folds that had continued to moisten.
With a soft swoop, he laid me on the sandy ground. I held his face to mine, unwilling to go for even a second without his tongue.
All the desire I had been struggling to repress for days—no, for years—had come bubbling up and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to tamp it down again. Not that I wanted to. It felt too good when his fingers started toying with the edge of my shorts, darting up and back out, teasing me and
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