Page 105 of Fire Fight

Roughly and without warning, I shoved three fingers in her cunt, and Aspen’s back bowed off the bed.

“Fucking hell,” she breathed.

“Gotta stretch you out.” Jesus, even full of three of my long, thick fingers, she was still incredibly tight. I was going to make her come like this, then I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to replace my hand with my cock. Pressing my pelvis deeper into the mattress, the pressure against my dick was the only thing keeping me from coming before I got inside her.

“That’s…a lot,” she whined, but slowly relaxed around me, enough so I wouldn’t hurt her as I began to move. Not thrusting in and out but curling my fingers repeatedly inside her, rubbing against her inner walls experimentally until her legs started to shake.

And then I was merciless, curling them faster and faster against that spot as I lapped at her clit like a man starved. Aspen’s whimpers grew in volume until she was screaming for me, hands buried in my hair and tugging the strands.

“Yes, little phoenix,” I growled against her. “Get there.”

With a final crook of my fingers and the sealing of my lips around her clit, sucking it deeper into my mouth, my girl fuckingshattered.

My timing perfect, I withdrew my hand and replaced my mouth with my fingers on her clit, rubbing quickly as she soaked my face. Her entire body shook with the force of her climax as I wrung her out, the wave continuing to roll through her, her spasming endless and beautiful.

I stilled only when her fingernails drew blood on my arm.

“I—” she gasped, unable to finish the thought from lack of oxygen.

I grinned as I rose up and leaned over her to my nightstand where I kept my condoms, withdrawing an entire line of squares and tossing them next to her.

“I don’t think I can,” Aspen said softly, almost embarrassed.

“You can, sweetheart,” I told her, bending to pepper her face with kisses before settling on her mouth. In deference to how hard I’d made her come, I was gentle, a slow, sensual slide of my lips against hers, tongues lazily tangling. It did nothing to let her catch her breath, but she was grinning dreamily at me when I pulled away.

“Okay,” she said, wrapping her legs around my hips and urging me closer so the tip of my cock brushed against her. “But no condoms.”

I blinked in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“I don’t want anything between us, Crew. I’m on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I trust you, and I want to feel you.”

This woman was truly going to be my undoing, and I didn’t even care. I was running headlong into the mayhem, knowing I’d come out an entirely different man on the other side.

Reaching between us, I gripped my dick and ran it through her lips, coating it in her cum and spreading it down the length. “For what it’s worth,” I told her as I notched my head at her entrance, “I also haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I had a physical at work a few months ago. Everything came back clear.”

Aspen hooked her ankles together at the base of my spin, and my tip slid inside. The pressure against my crown was fucking unreal, and I dropped my head to her shoulder, moaning as she said, “Then I’m yours, hotshot.”

I thrust home on a single long pulse, and I swear to god, stars exploded across my vision.

Something irrevocably changed within me in that moment, like the entire foundation on which I’d built myself cracked and shifted into something different. I stilled, momentarily unable to move. She took me perfectly, but the connection was more than that. I’d never been this close to someone in my life. By welcoming me inside her body, Aspen had cracked the door between our souls, allowing them to merge into something else entirely.

For the first time in my life, I felt…whole.

Aspen clung to me, her fingertips dancing paths up and down the expanse of my back, and she lifted her head to flick my nipple ring with her tongue.

“I know,” she whispered when I pulled back to look down at her, seeing everything I felt reflected in her cinnamon stare. “I know.”

The first few pumps of my hips in and out were slow, careful.Taking the time to watch the spot where I disappeared into her body. I’d been right to assume she’d fit me like a glove. Tighter, in fact. The squeeze of her pussy around me bordered on pain. But I’d be damned if it wasn’t the most exquisite torture.

“Nothing has ever felt better than you,” I murmured. “Fuck, you fit me so perfectly. We were fucking made for each other.”

“Crew,” she whispered after a few more gentle strokes.

“You okay?”

“Better than,” she grinned. “But I need you to do something.”

I stilled. “Yeah?”