Page 48 of Melting for the Firefighter
Her body grips me, reluctant to let me go.
Then I push inside again.
Every stroke becomes easier than the last. Her body softens beneath mine, opening around me instead of fighting the unfamiliar pressure.
A quiet moan slips from her lips.
The sound goes straight through me.
I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth while I move.
Her nails dig into my back.
“Lance.”
“I’ve got you.”
I circle the tight peak with my tongue, then suck gently as I push deeper.
Her body arches, but I keep one hand beside her bruised hip, making sure she does not put pressure on it.
The bed begins to move beneath us.
Cora meets each careful thrust with more confidence. Her legs slide higher around my waist, holding me closer.
I slip one hand between us and find her clit.
She cries out when my thumb circles it.
Her walls tighten around me.
“That’s it.”
I watch her face while I touch her.
Every flicker of pleasure.
Every flash of nerves.
Every moment she decides to trust me a little more.
“You feel so good,” I tell her. “So tight around me.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“More.”
The word is barely a breath.
I keep the pace steady.
“Tell me what you need.”
Her eyes open.
“Harder.”
My control pulls tight enough to hurt.
