Cinders by Asha King Page B

wrapped around his waist, drawing him to her.
    Still he deliberately ignored her lower body, keeping his focus on her needy breasts. She watched him with lust-filled, heavy-lidded eyes as his weighted gaze moved over her, taking her in. She drew in a quivering breath, her body eager for release, and ran her fingers through his silky dark hair.
    The moment his lips pressed her bare nipple, she threw her head back and gasped. “God, Brennen...” The pleasure was almost too intense to bear.
    His tongue swirled, pebbling the hardened peak and jolting pleasure through her. Her borrowed boxers were soaked, pussy throbbing, but the request for more hovered on her lips and couldn’t quite escape yet. Both of his large hands cupped her breasts, squeezing.
    “Say it,” he whispered against her skin, his eyes turning upward to meet hers. She felt rather than saw his grin, that sexy one that suggested he knew exactly what was going through her had. “Tell me what you want. It makes me so hard when you do, baby.”
    Gina tried to catch her breath, failed. The words pushed against her lips and she knew he’d drag it out, wouldn’t give her a moment of relief, until at last she gave in and asked for it. “Brennen...”
    His tongue flicked out and brushed her nipple. “Say it.”
    “I want you to taste me,” she said in a breathy rush. “Taste me while you make me come.”
    He groaned like the words touched him and he shifted downward, kissing along her stomach, not flinching from her scars. His hands worked swiftly to ease down the boxers, folding her legs to remove them. He breathed her in and her entire body flushed with heat. No one had ever looked at her like that, never been this way with her before, but she desperately wanted it, quivering with anticipation.
    “Tell me what feels good,” he said, his fingers parting her folds and the heat of his breath brushing the sensitive flesh of her pussy.
    When his tongue snaked out and licked up her slit, she moaned and melted against the bed, her hands grasping the sheets on either side. Slow, steady licks, like he took the time to really taste her had her writhing, back bowing. He reached her clit and she cried out with bliss.
    “Say it again for me,” he whispered as a finger glided inside her.
    Her pussy clenched, wanting something much larger and harder pistoning instead. The sensations were almost too much, especially when his free hand ran up her body to grasp her right breast. She rocked her hips against his face, climax barreling toward her even faster than the day before.
    “Make me come. God, Brennen, I’m—” The words were lost in a cry of ecstasy as she orgasmed, her entire body shuddering as wave after wave overcame her. She thrashed and sobbed, his hands managing to still her while he licked her through the final throes of her climax.
    At last she went limp, sweating and panting, blinking sleepily up at the ceiling.
    Brennen settled next to her, drawing her close and kissing her temple. “Do you think you can start making time to date?”
    Gina chuckled, easily imagining the wicked grin he was giving her. “Maybe.” She crossed her arms at her torso, her fingers brushing the raised scarred flesh on her side. He hadn’t asked, at least. He was patient. And she was grateful for that, but she wanted to give him something. “Do you want to know?”
    “I want to know whatever you want to tell me.”
    She burrowed in next to him, letting her eyes closed as his fingers trailed up and down her side, running along the raised flesh of old burn scars. “She threw a pot of boiling water on me.”
    Silence. “How old were you?”
    “Eleven.”
    “That’s not all she’s done.”
    “No. There was a broken arm when I was seven. Dad didn’t realize she did it and she acted so sorry.” Gina shook her head. “Generally she tried since to keep it restricted after that to things that didn’t leave bruises, but I really made her mad the day she burned me.”
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