It's a Wonderful Fireman: A Bachelor Firemen Novella (The Bachelor Firemen of San Gabriel) by Jennifer Bernard Page A

panties. When he lowered them enough to reveal her wispy curls and a dark gleam of moisture, he nearly groaned at her beauty. Then he leaned in and touched his tongue to her clit.
    She bucked, her creamy white thighs quivering under his grip. “Oh my God.”
    “You’re so silky and slippery,” he murmured against her sex. “The sweetest thing in the world.”
    “Could you . . . maybe stop talking?” Her fingers dug into his scalp. He smiled, which gave her clit another shock of contact. She yelped. God, this was fun. He swept the rough flat of his tongue across her slick folds, softly at first, then harder as blood swelled her tissues and her pleas became more and more frantic—though still whispered. Then he experienced the amazing, life-changing thrill of feeling her shudder to a racking, wild climax, her hips bucking hard against his mouth. It was the hottest thing he’d witnessed . . . maybe ever. Her complete abandon to her pleasure had him so hard he was afraid his cock might leap off his body. As she came, as the orgasm went on and on, she let out a cascade of little squeaks; she must have her mouth clamped shut to keep from screaming.
    Next time, she’ll scream, he vowed to himself.
    When she was through, he found himself being pushed back onto the bedspread. She straddled him, her slim thighs hugging his hips. With her flushed face and the dark haze in her eyes, she looked like an advertisement for afterglow, as if it could be purchased at a drugstore. His cock stood up from his body, straight as a saluting soldier.
    “My pocket,” he managed. She disappeared for a second, then danced back to him, a silver packet in her hand. He reached for it, but she held it away with a teasing grin. She tore it open and unrolled the thin sheath over his cock. He had to close his eyes to keep from coming during the process, because her serious look and careful movements, contrasted with her sensual nakedness, were almost too much for him.
    She lifted her body and lowered herself onto him, her thigh muscles taut with the exertion. He stroked her inner thighs and the soft bush that descended on him. He’d never forget the taste of her, but this vision might be even more erotic. The low lamplight cast a golden swath of light across her breasts, making her nipples stand out. As she speared herself on his cock, she tilted her head back, utterly lacking in any kind of shyness or embarrassment. A smile parted her lips, a sigh wafted across him. And her body eased around him, a tight, hot fist of velvet and cream.
    As soon as he was entirely within her, he felt the explosion build. He’d wanted her for too long, and she’d gotten him so turned on with her wild orgasm. He thrust upward, holding her hips still. She gave a muffled cry, and for a moment he was afraid he’d hurt her. He froze. “Are you okay?”
    She nodded quickly. “It feels so good. But I don’t want anyone to hear.”
    “Do you promise me we’ll do this again?” he said fiercely. “Because I need to come, I’m going to come, but I don’t want it to stop. Ever.”
    “I promise. I do. I’m going to come, too.” She sounded shocked, as if she couldn’t believe it might happen again so soon. And that pushed him right over the edge. Oh, the things he was going to show her. The things they were going to do together. Erotic images flashed through his mind in an orgasmic cascade as he exploded hard inside her. She writhed wildly on top of him, her hair a flurry of dark silk.
    “Remember what you promised,” he whispered to her afterward as he zipped his pants and she squirmed into her abandoned dress. “We’re doing this again. Again and again.”
    “I always keep my promises,” she said with a seriousness that took him by surprise. “I don’t make them unless I mean them. What about you?”
    “I told you,” he said, matching her sober tone. “I don’t want this to stop.”
    She gave him a level, assessing glance, looking nothing like the