Firestorm - Ellie Masters Page 0,54

to rub and press against her clit.

I’m learning what turns her on, and right now, that’s about everything.

“Fuck…” My low growl reveals the beast I barely contain.

“Asher…” The way she moans my name is indecent. “I need you to…”

Oh, I know exactly what she needs, but we’re not rushing through our first time.

“Hold on, luv.”

She squirms and writhes while my fingers slide in and out of her wet heat. I find and claim her g-spot as my own. She lifts on tiptoe the moment I find it and yanks on my hair again.

Her climax builds. I read it in the fine tremors of her body, the way her legs shake, and by how hard she yanks on my hair. My roots are taking a beating, but I don’t fucking care. Her breathy moans, and her cries for more, are the road signs leading me down the path of her pleasure.

I slide my fingers up and down her slit, dipping two at a time inside, and lick her clit, giving tiny flicks of my tongue as I devour her sweet essence. Her hips buck, begging for more. Her breaths turn rapid and shallow as my fingers pump in and out, then her legs tense and one wave after another rushes through her. Back arching, legs tensing, she comes all over my hand and face.

Fucking-amazing. The taste of her on my lips. Her arousal glistening between her legs. It’s all I can do to lick and finger her through her orgasm rather than take her right then.

My dick is hard. Needy. And no longer willing to wait its turn.

“Fuck, luv, but you’re so damn gorgeous when you come.”

She releases my hair and her head tilts back against the wall. “Holy fuck that was intense, but if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to scream.” Her gaze is needy, hot, and far from done. “I need you inside of me. Now.”

More than willing to follow that command, I tear open a condom wrapper and roll it quickly on. I stagger to my feet, drunk on everything Evelyn, and more than a little concerned I’m not going to last. I’m ready to fucking explode as it is. Her eyes are on me, teeth biting into her lower lip, eyes hooded, breaths lifting her fucking amazing tits with each inhale.

My hands go to those, drawn irresistibly to cup her soft curves and run my fingers over the hardened nubs of her nipples.

“I’m not kidding, Asher. I need you now, and don’t you dare take things slow.”

Who needs more encouragement than that?

My room is at the far end of the hall, but I’m not wasting any more time. I grip her legs and lift them around my hips. “You ready for a ride, little backpack?”

Her eyes flare, opening wide, when she realizes I intend to take her here, right up against the wall. I’m more than strong enough and far too eager to take those final steps down the hall.

Her legs wrap around me and her ankles dig into my back. Her eyes flash and our eyes lock.

She gives a little nod and it’s time for my breaths to go shallow.

Fuck taking things slow.

We’ll have all the time in the world to get lost in each other later. Right now, I need to move.

I position her over the flare of my cock. My thick head teases her entrance and I lower her just enough for her to feel the size of my cock. I’m not a small man and I don’t want to hurt her, but damn if I’m going to be able to go slow.

Her knees tighten around my hips and squeeze. I’m not sure if she’s putting a stop to this or bracing for what’s to come.

“Evelyn?”

“Don’t stop.” Her words are clipped short, but are all I need to hear.

She said not to go slow, but this first little bit I want to savor. The heat of her body promises intense pleasure to come. With her back braced against the wall and my hands holding the globes of her ass, I don’t lower her down on my length so much as lift up and thrust.

She cries out, not in pain, but with pleasure, as I slide inside of her.

“You like that, luv?”

“Yes. God, yes.” Her knees tighten around my hips and I realize she’s trying to impale herself on my dick rather than brace against the intrusion. I, however, don’t fucking care. Her wet heat encircles my dick and I feel every