Pyro unbuckles his jeans, pops the button, and lowers the zipper.
I reach up to help, only for him to swat my hands away.
“No touching until I tell you to.”
Oh my.
This is a totally different side to my man.
“Open your mouth.” I do as he says, one of his hands going to my hair, gripping it in his fist.
I keep my eyes upward to watch his expression as he fills my mouth. I suck him in, swirl my tongue around the tip, flick across the little slit, and bob my head down, taking as much of him as I can.
Pyro’s eyes flare with fire, spurring me on. I want to drive him as insane as he makes me. I want him to lose control.
Lifting my hands, I ignore his early words about touching. I need to touch him. I need to feel him as much as he needs to feel me.
I lower his jeans further to get them out of the way. One hand I use to curl around the base of his cock, the other cups his balls.
Pyro curses and throws his head back for a second, growls and tightens his hand in my hair, “You asked for it, Sweets, you’re getting it.”
I didn’t know it was possible to become even more turned on than I already am. Pyro uses the gripon my hair and does just as he said he was going to do. He fucks my mouth, filling me to the back of my throat. It’s a good thing I don’t have a gag reflex.
With each thrust into my mouth, I swallow and suck him harder.
Within moments, Pyro snarls, his release jetting out from the tip. I swallow it down, enjoying the taste of him and the fact that I was able to do something so powerful.
No sooner than the last spurt leaves him, he moves, pulling out of my mouth, bending and lifting me off the floor. I gasp, finding myself flying through the air, bouncing on the bed.
Pyro doesn’t say anything when he strips the rest of his clothes off and does the same with mine. Though, he does take his time to take the boot off my leg.
The second my jeans and panties leave his hands, my man moves between my legs, settles with his mouth right on my pussy, licking along my slit.
“Magnus,” I cry. The way he works his tongue is magic in itself.
Without words, he devours me, fucking me with his tongue and fingers. It’s amazing. Within seconds, I’m unraveling. Pyro doesn’t stop. He keeps going, building yet another in me with his mouth sucking on my clit and two fingers inside me crooking acome-hither motion that rocks me right over into another orgasm.
“Please, Magnus, I need you,” I plead, loving what he’s doing but wanting more.
The need to feel him pumping in me, filling me with his cock, so intense, I can’t think past the seconds in front of me.
“You have me, Sweets,” he grumbles against my pelvis and presses a kiss right there.
“I need you inside me,” I moan, back arching with the way he slides his fingers against the walls of my pussy, scissoring them.
“You got my fingers in you right now, what else do you need?”
“Your cock,” I cry out as he latches onto my clit once again. “Magnus!”
How is it possible for him to cause me to come yet again?
Before I can focus on anything else but the release washing over me, Pyro moves, rolls us, and plants me over him, his cock slamming into me.
“Ride me, Carina,” he orders, hands gripping my hips.
I do as he tells me, rocking my hips, riding him as if my own life depends on it. Which, at this point, was very likely to be true.
The orgasm building inside me, I knew, wasgoing to rock my world off its kilter with the intensity in it. Pyro must feel it too from the way he starts slamming up into me, holding my hips tightly.
