Page 51 of Throne of Fire

I start again, this time finger fucking her as I suck her clit. Again, she comes apart, her body tense then shuddering.

I need to stop here. Keep things simple. Safe. My own need is clawing at my insides, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep it tethered.

I move away.

Her eyes snap open. “Is it over?”

I laugh. “Now you can take care of your needs.”

I hate the disappointment on her face, hate that I want to strip and sink my cock into that hot, wet pussy.

Her gaze goes to my slacks. She might be innocent, but she knows what that bulge is all about. “What about you?”

“I’ll take care of this in the bathroom.”

“Why not here? I want to watch.”

I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but the idea of her watching me jerk off does it. But can I manage it? Can I give her this and still keep in control?

"Hannah…" My voice comes out rough. A warning or a plea, I'm not even sure anymore.

But she looks up at me with those trusting green eyes, and my resistance crumbles. With trembling fingers, I unbutton my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her sharp intake of breath as she takes in my bare chest makes my muscles tense.

Just wait until she sees my dick. I drop my pants and boxer briefs. Her eyes widen, and my dick twitches as if it’s saying hello to her. Fucking traitor.

I sit on the bed, thinking that if I don’t lie down, I should be able to manage this. I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke. It feels sensational, not because of my touch but because of the way Hannah is watching me. Excitement and fascination fill her face.

“Does it feel good, like it does for me?” she asks.

“I don’t know how it feels for a woman, but I imagine it’s about the same.” I rub my precum over my tip.

“And it feels just as good when you do it as when someone else does it?”

“Not the same, but it does the job.”

Her hand reaches out toward me but then stops.

I release my dick. “You want to touch it?” My brain screams at me to stop this madness. But I've never felt so close to the edge, so desperate for someone's touch. The fact that it's Hannah, innocent, pure Hannah, makes it even more intense.

"It's okay.” I take her hand in mine. I guide her fingers to my cock. Her tentative exploration drives me wild. I feel like I’m on fire from the inside out.

My hands fist in the sheets as she explores, caught between the need to guide her and the fear of pushing too far. Every touch threatens to shatter what little control I have left.

She strokes my cock, base to tip and back. “Is there a place that it feels the best? Like up here?” She runs her thumb along the rim, and I nearly come out of my skin.

“It’s all good,” I manage to grind out.

“My friends say guys like it when girls suck it. Do you?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She doesn’t wait for my answer. She leans over and presses a gentle kiss to my cock. Then she runs her tongue around the tip.

The last threads of my restraint snap. Years of guilt and loneliness dissolve in the heat of Hannah's touch.

In a quick move, I push her back and settle over her body. “Hannah… Fuck…”

She looks up at me, in surprise at first, but then I see understanding. She opens her legs, her hands press on my chest, and she nods.