grasped him, tentative but interested. He groaned again as she moved her palm against him, up and down, up and down.
"Kitty, stop." He lifted her away from him by the wrist, then held it against the pillow beside her head. He grabbed the other wrist and pinioned that one too. Half lying across her, he went about arousing her as high as he could, as high as he felt himself. He kissed her lips and licked her ears and bit gently on the sweet nipples that must have been created for his mouth.
Not until she made needy noises at the back of her throat did he move one hand from her wrist to her thighs. They parted for him easily, and he ran his palm along the smooth, warm skin, pushing them open. He lifted his head to watch his darker-toned hand dip between them.
The folds of her body were already half unfurled, blossoming and dewy. He touched them with a fingertip and they bloomed even more. Delving deeper, he found the heart of the flower and gently flicked it with the pad of his forefinger.
"Dylan?" Kitty's eyes were closed and her face and breasts were flushed. She bit down on her puffy lower lip.
His chest tightened; it was such a damn pretty sight. "Shh, honey."
"I don't remember this," she said, her eyes still closed but her forehead pleating. "I don't remember you touching me like this."
He circled the little protrusion, his anticipation jumping as it pulsed against his fingertip. Her thighs fell apart and the sight of her open body, open for him, backed up the air in his lungs. He painted the pretty petals with her own wetness and felt her tension start to coil. His cock hardened - impossibly more - against the outside curve of her leg and he couldn't stop himself from rubbing it against her sleek skin.
She moaned and he dipped in the entrance to her body. Just one finger, halfway, but the tight, heated grip almost unleashed his control. She moaned again, her hips pressing into the mattress, and he pushed his finger a little farther.
Their breathing sounded loud and harsh in the room, but inside Kitty's body it was soft and slick. He leaned down to suck at her breast again, his finger gently moving inside her. His cock surged like his finger wanted to, but instead, he kept the rhythm slow and steady, the intrusion shallow.
Kitty was closer. So close.
"Dylan." Her voice was soft and hoarse and needy.
"Getting there, honey. Almost there." Her body was gripping his finger like an erotic vice. He clenched his teeth to keep his lust where it belonged - second to Kitty's pleasure.
"Please," she whispered. Her body was quivering with tension and her eyes were wide, her gaze glued to his face. "Dylan, please."
"Take it," he urged her. "It's yours." His thumb circled the nub between her legs.
Her hips made a restless roll. "It's too much," she said, then shook her head. "No. Not enough."
He eased his finger out, then placed two together, pausing at the entrance to her body.
She was trembling with passion. "Dylan," she said, "it's hot ... I... What are you doing?"
His two fingertips just breached her body, the way wet but tight. "It's the burning rose," he said. "And I'm going inside." He thrust his fingers in to the hilt.
Her hips rose off the bed; her hoarse cry echoed in the room. For long moments she shook with desire fulfilled, then desire sated. Dylan hadn't seen anything so beautiful in eight years.
He gathered her against him until all her shivers stopped. It took more long moments, but then she finally opened her eyes and looked at him, the blue still nearly eclipsed by the dark pupils. "It wasn't like that before, was it?" she asked, her face still flushed but suspicious.
He bit the inside of his cheek. "Not exactly."
"How 'not exactly'?"
He lifted an eyebrow. "Are you complaining?"
She pursed those half-puckered lips, which made him want to kiss them, so he did. Her mouth opened for him and she rubbed her body against his. He slid over her and without the slightest bit of encouragement, she opened her legs for him.
His cock touched against her plump, damp softness.
Her breath caught. "The Burning Rose?" she asked.
He nodded his head, knowing exactly what she meant. "The Burning Rose. You didn't realize?"
"I feel like an idiot. I thought it was a reference to Rose Wilder and her ... prowess or something."
Dylan's lips quirked. "I guess it