Page 68 of Firefly Embers

Her tongue darted out and licked her plump bottom lip as she nodded. Leaning forward, I took that same bottom lip between my teeth, tugging gently before placing a soft kiss to her mouth to dull the sting.

“Yes,” she whispered as I trailed kisses down her neck and across her chest. I hovered over one of her peaked nipples, using the tip of my tongue to flick the stiff bud. “Yes, Wade. Please,” she begged, pulling at the ties, eager to put her hands on me.

“So responsive.” I marveled at the way goosebumps erupted along her skin as I once again sank to my knees before her.

“Question for you, Sunshine.”

“Yes, anything. Whatever it is, just put your fucking mouth on me.”

Chuckling, I pulled her panties to the side, teasing my middle finger through the wetness that was pooled between her thighs. Her hips bucked as I swirled over ‌her clit with gentle pressure. She moaned, pushing her hips forward, begging for more of my touch.

“So eager.”

“You said… you had… a question,” she panted as I stroked slowly through her wetness, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves at her core.

“Oh, yes. Did you know that Rayna roughly translates to queen in Spanish?”

She looked down, confused, as if she didn’t speak the language fluently. I saw the arch of her eyebrow as she tried to discern where I was going with my train of thought.

I pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, my voice a raw whisper. “Good. Because you are my sanctuary, mi reina. You held me in your heart while I was fighting to come back, and now that I’m here... I’m going to worship every inch of the woman who brings me to my knees.”

RAY

Holy fucking shit.

Wade’s words of reverence had me tugging at the cord around my wrists, begging to take him into my arms and show him just how much he deserved to be worshipped.

I did the bare minimum someone in love should do by waiting for him to heal himself and come home to me. He did the hard work of fighting the demons that plagued his thoughts, awake and asleep.

“Now, Sunshine. Your loyal subject would love nothing more than to taste the sweetness he’s waited four long weeks to savor.”

With a sharp tug, he ripped the side of my lace panties, tossing them across the room. Using the door as leverage, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and licked a long line up my core, stopping to suck gently on my clit.

I bucked against my restraints, a loud moan crawling up my throat as I pushed myself further into his long strokes with his flattened tongue and sharp flicks at the sensitive spot at my core.

Snaking one hand around my thigh, he used the pad of his thumb to massage my clit as his tongue darted relentlessly in and out of my entrance.

Loud moans continued to flow from my lips as I fought for purchase, but I was at his‌ mercy. Losing the ability to touch had heightened my senses, and I was aching for release as he brought me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, but never let me fall over that ledge.

The familiar tingle crept down my spine, settling deep in my core as I thrashed against him, every sense in overdrive. With one final wrap of his lips around my clit, my body bowed, my head tipped back in ecstasy as my release flooded between us.

Lowering my legs, one at a time, Wade stood. He used his index and middle fingers to drag through the slickness between my thighs, bringing it to my lips.

I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around the digits and sucking greedily, licking off the remnants of my release. As soon as his fingers left my mouth, his lips were on mine, the taste of my release swirling between us. I moaned into his kiss as my body arched into him, primed and ready for more.

“As much as I want to keep you tied up, I really want your fucking hands on me,” Wade growled against my lips, reaching up to take my wrists off the hook and quickly unfastening the tie. He rubbed the red marks along my wrists and pressed gentle kisses to each one.

“You okay?” he asked. I could sense the hesitation in his voice. Had it been a lot to be tied up and unable to use my sense of touch? Yes. But was it the hottest moment of my entire adult life? Also, yes.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned forward, coasting my lips across his in a gentle caress. “Never better. Now, are you gonna continue to talk or are you going to fuck me like you promised?”

He chuckled, picking me up with ease as he walked us over to the bed, setting me down on the edge. Standing between my knees, looking down at my flushed cheeks and wild hair, he caressed my jaw with a reverent gentleness.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I would never get tired of hearing those words from his mouth. Our lips were unhurried as we mapped each other’s taste and feel after so much time apart.

Wade climbed to the middle of the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. He crooked his finger, beckoning me, and with a wicked smile, I crawled slowly across the covers to settle before him.