Love in Flames by N. J. Walters

against the lacy cups of her bra, the fabric almost unbearable against her aroused flesh. Without hesitation, Esther reached behind and undid the clasp. Crossing her arms over her chest, she hooked the straps with her fingers and slowly lowered them.
    “You are so beautiful.” He reached out his hand and stroked one of her swollen nipples, making it pucker. His touch was almost reverent as his thumb stroked over the small red birthmark on her left breast. The bra dropped to the ground.
    She wanted to see his chest, so she made quick work of his shirt buttons even though her hands were trembling. He released his hold on her long enough to allow her to shove the shirt over his shoulders and off. Then his hands were back, both of them this time, cupping her breasts, kneading them, his thumbs circling her nipples.
    Esther threw back her head for a moment, simply absorbing the sensation of his hands on her body. Nothing in her life had ever felt this good or right. She flattened her hands on his chest, her fingers tracing the hardness of his muscles before she finally found his nipples. Taking her time, she flicked her fingers over them, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. Encouraged, she explored further.
    A light sprinkling of hair covered his chest before angling downward in a thin line. She traced that line, using her nails to scratch lightly over his taut stomach, smiling when the bulge in his pants jerked.
    His hand grabbed hers, manacling her wrist before she could cup his erection. “It’ll be finished before we start if you touch me. I want you so damn bad.” Ryan dropped down onto their discarded clothing, tugging her with him. She was flat on her back, staring up into his face before she realized his intent.
    The night seemed to close around them, protecting them from prying eyes and the reality that would come with the dawn of the morning. For now, the fire crackled as it burned low, the waves swept against the shoreline and an occasional seabird cried out. Nothing existed but the two of them.
    His hand slipped over her leg, pushing her skirt upward. His profile was visible in the firelight, his expression intense. He was wholly focused on his task, like some conqueror of old claiming his prize. When his fingers traced the crotch of her panties, she sucked in a breath, her hips arching upward, seeking more of his touch.
    “You’re already wet for me.” There was awe and satisfaction in his voice as he continued to stroke her. He hooked his fingers in her underwear and tugged them over her hips and legs before tossing them aside. She was naked except for the skirt wrapped around her waist.
    Kneeling between her legs, he stroked her inner thighs, moving ever closer to the tops of her legs. Pushing them apart, he leaned down and inhaled. “You smell like honey.” His breath was warm against her skin. Anticipation thrummed through her, making her skin tingle. He cupped her ass in his hands, raised her to his mouth and stroked his tongue over the slick folds.
    It was such a turn-on to watch him bury his face between her thighs. Esther’s hands dug into the sand around her, needing something to ground her. But there was nothing to hold on to. The sand trickled through her fingers, leaving her adrift in an ocean of desire. His clever tongue stroked every crevice of her heated sex before pausing to flick at her swollen clitoris. She cried out and grabbed at his head with her hands, tangling her fingers in his hair and dragging him closer.
    “Ryan,” she gasped. “Now. I want you now.”
    In response, he slipped one broad finger into her core, testing her readiness. She cried out as her feminine muscles pulsed around him. He gave her clitoris one long, final lick before sitting back on his knees.
    Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a condom and dropped it beside him. He yanked open the button on his jeans and carefully lowered the zipper before pushing his underwear aside. His cock sprang free, large