Kiss and Burn by Nikki Winter

least
appreciate a few Neanderthal grunts beforehand so I know what’s coming.”
    His
smile was sheepish as he stood there, appearing as though he had no idea what
he should do next. “Sorry.”
    “Is
there a reason you decided to throw
me around?”
    Eli
tilted his head. “Yes there is actually.”
    “Which
would be…?”
    He
smirked. “I had decided to ravish you in the filthiest of ways and now… Now I’m
wondering if I should take a different approach.”
    She
swallowed. “Erm, different? Why do we
have to go with different? I find myself pretty attached to the first idea.”
    The
curve of his lips broadened as he leaned forward and placed his palms on the
bed. “You may find yourself pretty attached to different also.”
    He
prowled forward on his hands and knees until he hovered just a hair’s breath
away from her. His arms then bracketed her on either side as he gazed down into
her face. “Hi.”
    Someone
this position was more intimate than any other they’d ever been; including the
minutes that his oral fixation had taken hold. Carmen’s grin was slow and shy.
“Hi.”
    “You
don’t mind this do you?” he asked as he used a thigh to nudge her legs apart,
placing the strong muscle between them. “The different approach I mean?” He
moved his leg in a way that made her arch upwards, her hands coming down on his
shoulders. Eli leaned forwards, rubbing the tip of his nose against her own.
“Fucking you senseless holds its merits but making you ache,” he placed a kiss
at the corner of her mouth. “Listening to you purr,” one arm found its way
around her waist, pulling him deeper into the curve of her body. “Watching your
eyes glaze over and your chest shudder with the inability to breathe,” he
trailed the fingers of his free hand up her torso. “Well the appeal of that is
greater.”
    Yeah.
Yeah it was. They hadn’t be alone five minutes and already the seat of her
little cotton briefs were soaked. She’d gone for comfort rather than general
allure and almost wished she’d chosen
another pair seeing as how these were printed with the Looney Tunes. Carmen
stopped considering the design of her underwear the moment Eli licked the seam
of her lips. She also stopped breathing.
    He
repeated the motion and she opened her mouth, groaning at the wet lash of his
tongue as it tunneled inside, tangling with hers frantically. Eli moved her
legs so that he now rested between them and those lovely jersey shorts revealed
every steel inch of the thick length that rested between his thighs. Overtly
large he was not, but big enough to make her eyes roll back when he bumped the
apex of her thighs? Yes.
    She
clutched at his back, writhing beneath him as his hips pumped against hers.
With fabric between the two of them, the desperate gasp that left her throat
shouldn’t have manifested but, the absence of pleasure for so long had left her
needy and Eli was obviously more than willing to put salve on that particular
wound. Her legs spread further, her ankles locking at the base of his spine
while they ground into one another in greedy, ridiculously obscene motions.
    “I’ve
been hard for you all week,” he rasped against her throat after releasing her
mouth. “Remembering the way you tasted. The way you screamed.”
    A
whimper rumbled out of her.
    “Thought
about the way you clutched my head, how your nails skimmed my scalp,” he
continued. “Thought about the way your thighs tensed when I wrapped my lips
around your clit.”
    Carmen
bit the bottom rim of her mouth to keep the small sob resting on her tongue at
bay.
    “Look
at me,” Eli demanded. “Look at what you have me doing.” He moved against her
faster. “Acting like a fucking kid. Coming in my pants because you feel just
that good.”
    She
jerked his head down, sure that if he kept talking she’d black out. He sucked
on her tongue and the sensation swept across her skin, awakening every
sensitive part of her. If this wasn’t him fucking