Page 42 of Melting for the Firefighter
I grab the sheets.
His name leaves me again.
He pauses only long enough to look up.
“Eyes on me.”
The command sends another pulse through my body.
I force my eyes open.
His gaze meets mine from between my thighs.
The sight nearly tips me over the edge.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me see you.”
One finger circles my entrance.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
He slides it inside.
The stretch is unfamiliar. Then his finger curls deep, finding a place that makes my entire body jerk.
“There?”
“Yes.” My voice breaks. “Please.”
He does it again.
His mouth returns to my clit while his finger moves inside me. He adds a second only after my body relaxes around the first, filling me with gentle strokes.
The pressure builds too fast.
My thighs shake around his shoulders.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
His tongue circles harder.
His eyes stay on mine.
“Come for me, Cora.”
The command breaks me.
Pleasure crashes through my body.
My back arches. His name tears from my throat while I pulse around his fingers.
Lance keeps his mouth on me, drawing out every trembling wave until I push weakly at his shoulder.
He rises over me.
