Page 70 of His to Burn

I forgot about the cheese and crackers, and when they scattered across the floor, she gaveme a sultry smile that made my cock jerk painfully against my zipper.

“Jack—”

That was all she managed before I kissed her again, swallowing any protest. I slipped my hands up her shirt, rubbing her soft stomach before going higher. When I brushed the undersides of her breasts, she gasped into my mouth, her body rocking closer, searching for more.

“Think you can handle this, Counselor?” I rasped, voice shredded.

She replied without hesitation. “I’m gonna fucking try.”

I yanked the shirt off over her head. Her bra was plain black, nothing special, but even if she wore the finest lingerie, I couldn’t have wanted to take it off any more than I already did.

I pulled the fabric and smiled when her full, soft tits spilled out. I squeezed, testing their weight, salivating at the thought of tasting every delectable inch of the gorgeous mounds.

Her eyes fluttered closed, so I barked, “Eyes on me.”

She snapped them open and I stared intothem, noticing how her pupils were so blown, they almost swallowed the brown.

Almost feral at the thought that I made them that way.

I squeezed her fleshy hips, letting my fingers trail up her thighs, then down her stomach. She tensed and then gripped my shoulders, anticipating the touch I wasn’t ready to give her. She stayed in that limbo, not pulling me closer, but not pushing me away, either.

She let out a gorgeous little yelp when I yanked her yoga pants down, taking her panties with them.

She stepped out, awkward, breath hitching.

“Sit on the table.”

“Jack—”

“Do it.”

She obeyed.

Good.

Smart.

But she kept her legs closed, the gap between them so small, I couldn’t stand between them. I slid my knee between hers and used it to spread her wider and step into the new gapI created.

Her breath stuttered out in a broken moan, and her eyelids dropped ever so slightly.

I breathed deep, certain I smelled her arousal, as I watched the micro-expressions that flitted across her face.

“Pretty,” I muttered.

I didn’t mean to say it, but the word slipped out.

Another sign of how she tested my control.

She didn’t have time to react. I ducked my head and ran my tongue over her neck, slow, deliberate, tasting her skin with patience I was shocked I still had.

Her back arched, and she bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan.

“Let me hear it,” I growled into her skin, my breath and the vibration raising goosebumps in their wake. I kneeled in front of her, kissing my way down until my lips rested against her mound.

She squirmed, hissing when I blew a soft breath against her tender flesh, and then gave her clit a long, slow lick.

She moaned then, loud, guttural, so deliciously filthy, I almost came.