Page 70 of Wild Fire


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“Ready for you,” she breathed.

“Unh-unh,” he denied.

Her eyes were hooded, hazy, but they semi-focused on himwhen she asked, “What?”

“First time I make you come,gonnawatch.”

“Watch while you’re inside.”

“No.”

“Dutch.”

He put more pressure on her clit, her gaze hooded again, herback arched, and he ordered, “Baby, just roll with it.”

She either didn’t have a choice because of what he wasdoing, or she gave in, because that was what she did.Making hot, sweet littlenoises he instantly became addicted to, clutching him, she rode his hand.

Yeah, it was going to be heaven, riding that.

And he watched the show as the heat swept over her, her faceso goddamned gorgeous, his cock beaded and he couldn’t stop himself fromputting his mouth to hers to swallow her sharp cry while he buried two fingersup her cunt to feel it spasm with her orgasm.

When her body yielded, carefully, he slid out, skated a handover her hip and turned them to their sides.

He hooked her leg around his thigh and wrapped her up in hisarms, holding her close.

She cuddled closer.

Neither of them spoke for long beats.

Until she did.

“Are we done?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup.”

“What about you?”

“Tonight.”

“You’re waiting?”

“Worth the wait.”

She stiffened in his arms, relaxed, and mumbled, “Never hadthat.”

Say what?

A man had never taken her there?

“A guy has never given you an orgasm?”he asked.

She tipped her head back and he looked down at her.

“Not without taking his own.”