Ignite On Contact (Brotherhood by Fire #2) -Jaci Burton Page 0,45
couldn’t resist lingering there.
“You’re so . . . hard.”
His lips curved. “Not just there.”
She grinned. “I’m making my way.”
When she reached his cock, she closed her fingers around it, feeling it pulse with life against her palm. He surged upward, making her breath catch at the thought of him doing just that while he was inside of her, something she’d endlessly fantasized about.
“Condom?” she asked.
“On it.” He rolled over and pulled a box out of his bedside drawer, took a packet out and tore it open, then put the condom on.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “I haven’t been with anyone since I was with my ex. After he left I was tested for HIV and STDs and was clear.”
He picked up her hand and pressed his lips to her palm.
“I always use condoms.” He kissed the inside of her wrist. “I get tested regularly.” He moved his lips up along the inside of her arm, causing goose bumps to pop up along her skin. “Last one was three months ago.” He finally crossed over and laid his palms on either side of her head, bending down to nibble on her ear, then whispered, “I’m clear.”
Never before had a safe-sex conversation been so sizzling. She shivered, then opened her legs as he covered her body with his. “And as long as we’re being honest, I’ve jacked off a lot in the past year thinking about fucking you.”
Her sex quivered as he put the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy.
“I’ve touched myself repeatedly with you in my fantasies,” she said, “getting myself off with the thought of you just like this, hovering over me, plunging your cock inside of me and making me come.”
“Holy shit, Carmen.” He thrust inside of her, then stilled.
She felt him swell, and her body responded by tightening, quaking. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and lifted, and then he began to move, slow and easy at first, at the same time kissing her in that way that made her dizzy.
She was lost in the hot male smell of him, the feel of his hardcore body surrounding her as he continued to thrust in, then pull out, only to push his cock deep and grind against her, making her feel as if she were going to come apart right at that moment. But then he eased out and began the sweet torment all over again, drawing her up that ladder right to the edge.
He licked the side of her neck, from her collarbone all the way to her ear, and then he whispered words to her that made her shiver.
“Being inside of you is like being inside of a fire,” he said. “You’re burning me, Carmen.”
She shuddered, so close to the edge she could feel the tremors. She held tight to Rafe, watching the way his face tightened as his movements quickened, and knew he was right there with her.
She hovered there, right at the precipice, her entire body shaking as sweet pulses roared their way to the surface.
“Come on, babe,” he said. “Let’s go down in flames together.”
She let go and dug her heels into the mattress, crying out with the intensity of the orgasm that tore through her. Rafe reached underneath her to cup her butt cheek, his fingertips digging into her flesh as he roared out a groan that only prolonged the force of her climax.
When she settled, she fell to the mattress, feeling as if she’d run a marathon. She was hot, sweaty and utterly depleted. Rafe rolled to the side, then pulled her against him.
He stroked her hair and her back, and she was content to let the silence surround them. This was good, these few moments where no words needed to be said. They didn’t need to analyze what had happened. They only needed to catch their breath and enjoy being together.
But she really needed a shower.
She popped her head up and looked down at him. “I’m sweaty.”
He opened one eye. “So not my fault.”
She laughed, then rolled over him. “I’m going to rinse off.” She got out of bed, then paused at the doorway to see if he was watching her.
“You coming in the shower with me?” she asked.
He grinned and rolled off the bed. “I don’t know, Carmen,” he said as he followed her into the bathroom. “Will I be coming with you in the shower?”