Up in Flames by Trista Ann Michaels Page A

fascination.
    Wow.
    Those lips of his were so soft as he kissed the spot just above her pussy. Her heart raced, and a curious excitement began to swim through her. He nibbled gently at her labia. Currents of hot, wicked sensation slid up her spine, making her want to squirm and press herself hard into his face. This was so incredibly decadent and wild. She wrapped her fingers around the edge of the table, using her hands and stomach muscles as leverage to lift her hips higher.
    Hayden slid his palms under her ass, holding her up as he slowly licked her slit. He worked that wicked tongue in teasing circles around Cara’s clit, making her squirm in a mixture of delight and frustration.
    His prolonging her orgasm was both aggravating and invigorating all at the same time. She swung from wanting him to put her out of her misery to not wanting him to stop…ever.
    She could feel that intense tingling from before. It began building deep inside her, washing outward in a wave of bliss. She undulated her hips, moving them along with his tongue and mouth. Her cries of pleasure echoed around her, mingling with Hayden’s whispers and groans of approval. The deep sound of his voice added to the erotic atmosphere, making her even hotter for his touch.
    Hayden gently sucked at her clit, and she shattered. Pleasure shook every part of her body as wave after wave of pulsating rapture rushed through her limbs. She would’ve relaxed back against the table, but Hayden grasped her arms and tugged her to a sitting position. His mouth slanted across hers. When his tongue slid between her parted lips, she could taste herself in his kiss.
    She backed away and touched his mouth with her fingertips. His eyes had darkened to a storm-cloud gray and were filled with a hunger that made her insides quiver. She’d never had a man look at her like that. It made her feel…wanted.
    She slid her fingers down over his chin, then dropped them to his chest. She pushed his shirt apart, anxious to feel his warm flesh under her palms. The beating of his heart raced against her hands, and she smiled.
    “Can I do that to you?” she asked.
    Hayden swallowed. “Yes.”
    She dropped one hand to the large bulge straining behind his pants. “I want to see what you taste like.”
    Hayden closed his eyes as though in pain. Cara squeezed his balls gently before unzipping his pants. She pushed her hands inside, first cupping his bottom before using her wrists to push his pants down over his hips. Once they were on the ground, he kicked them aside.
    She sat back and studied his massive cock. It was long and thick. She touched the moist tip and smeared the cream around the purplish head. Would that really fit inside her?
    Hayden groaned. She glanced up at him and smiled. “This has to go too,” she whispered, then began to push his shirt off his shoulders.
    Staring at his huge chest, she feathered her fingers over his pecs and nipples before sliding lower over his carved abs. Leaning forward, she licked his nipple. She bit down on the hard nub, and he hissed.
    He buried his fingers at the back of her neck and growled, “Cara.”
    She pushed his hands away and placed them at his side. “It’s my turn now,” she said, giving him a stern stare just like he’d given her.
    Hayden’s lips twitched slightly, but other than that, he didn’t move. Cara jumped off the table and began to circle him, smoothing her hands over his hot flesh and rock-hard muscles. She glanced down at his ass and smiled as she feathered her hand over his firm hip.
    She moved to his front and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. It jerked in her hand, and she tightened her grip. Hayden put his hand over hers, gently guiding it down toward the base. When he brought her hand back up to the tip, she realized he was showing her how he liked to be stroked.
    She slid her hand down and cupped his balls before stroking up again. Hayden groaned, and Cara couldn’t remember ever feeling more