Opposites Ignite by Sadira Stone (crime books to read .txt) 📗

“What’s my essence, Rosie?” He slid a fingertip inside her thong and stroked her slick folds.

“Fiery.” She slid from his embrace, snatched up markers in red, orange and gold, and shoved him back onto the couch. Kneeling beside him on the floor, she unfastened his belt. “You keep it hidden, but you’ve got this intensity. It’s hypnotic, Eddie, like crackling flames. You’re so passionate.”

His hands fisted and his eyes glinted with lust as he watched her open his jeans and slide them down just a few inches. Despite the chill, a bead of sweat trickled between her breasts, dampening her lacy bra. Her panties—well, they were already soaked.

He toyed with her hair while she sketched dancing flames low on his belly, blending orange into crimson. Goose bumps rose on his skin with every feathery touch. She capped the marker and blew on her design. His breath stuttered.

“Beautiful.” She traced a finger along the line of dark, wiry hair below his navel. “See, you don’t want to tattoo here unless you plan to shave on the regular.” Lips followed finger, feathering kisses. “And that’d be a shame, because your happy trail is so hot.”

Eddie growled and reached for her.

“Just be patient.” She pressed a kiss to the insistent bulge struggling to escape its denim prison. “You promised I could decorate you, and I’m having so much fun.” She tugged his jeans a little lower. “Now, let’s see. What shall I draw on your ass?”

With a roar, he grasped her arms and pulled her up, sealing his mouth to hers. His tongue plundered and stroked while his clever fingers found her bra clasp and popped it open. “Rosie, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.” He slid beneath her and fastened his mouth over her nipple. Every ravenous draw echoed in her clit.

“Wait.” Grasping his shoulders, she pushed him back onto the mattress. “I want to see how your tattoo looks without all this cloth in the way.”

She kissed her way down his heaving chest, pausing to swirl her tongue around each nipple, then circled his navel. He curled up to watch, lifting his hips as she eased his jeans and boxers down. His thick, ruddy cock sprang free to rest atop the flames she’d drawn, a crystal tear on its fat, rosy head.

A zing of pleasure shot right to her core at the sight of all this satiny skin and firm muscle on display just for her. She had to taste him.

She grasped him by the root and stroked, slow and firm. “Here? You need me here?”

Groaning, he writhed on the cushions.

“Like this?” She swirled her tongue over his velvet crown, tasting his salty precum.

“God. Yes. Please.” He bucked into her grip in short, jerky motions.

“Or like this?” She ghosted her lips down his shaft and brushed a kiss over his silky balls, which contracted at her touch.

“Yesss,” he hissed. “Like that. All of it. Anything. You’re so good…” Eyes shut tight, he trailed off on a hungry moan. His abs tensed and jerked beneath her palm.

She laughed aloud, giddy with power and drunk on pleasure. Even though her impatient pussy tingled, she’d gladly delay her own release for the joy of teasing him right to the edge and then pushing him over, a free-fall into bliss.

She licked up his length in firm, broad strokes, then sucked him in as deeply as she could take him, humming her pleasure.

His thigh muscles trembled as he arched higher off the couch. “Rosie, uhng, I’m gonna—”

She gripped his shaft and met his frantic gaze. Deep inside her, something feral growled. “That’s the idea, love.”

“But I want to—”

“Later. Give me this.” Another swirling lick over his velvet crown. “I’m having too much fun to stop.”

He sank back with a gasp. The rug rasped her knees as she shifted to afford a better angle before engulfing his shaft again. Faster and faster she worked him, using both hands and her tongue to stroke and caress and tease until his whole body stiffened and his cock pulsed, filling her mouth with hot, salty cum.

She relaxed her hold on him, peppering his belly and thighs with kisses. His chest rose and fell beneath her palm, his heart thundering. Despite the ache in her neglected pussy, she glowed with raw, animal satisfaction.

Eddie’s fingers wove into her hair, the gentle pressure delicious. “That was—God, Rosie, I don’t have words.”

She chuckled and flicked her tongue over one flat nipple. “You don’t need words. You showed me how much you liked it.”

“No, I didn’t.” His dark eyes sparkled with delicious promise as he tugged her onto the couch, then straddled her, kneeling as he ran his fingertips over her body from neck to knees. Trapped between his strong thighs, she had no choice but to relax into his feathery caress.

“You are stunning,” he murmured, bending low to kiss her throat and shoulders. He cupped her breasts reverently while his lips and tongue teased her nipples to stiff, tingling peaks. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

She arched her neck and rolled her head against the couch, helpless and drowning in pleasure.

His lips trailed down her belly while his palms stroked her sides and hips. “Every time I see you, my cock aches. You’re so lush and ripe and sweet.” He bit the tender skin inside her thigh, sending a shock of pleasure straight to her clit. “I’m starved for you, Rosie.”

He slid her panties off, then his thumbs teased her open and traced her folds, his touch infuriatingly light. “You smell like sin.” He nipped her again, and she cried out.

His tongue soothed the sting away just as his thumb slipped inside her, parting her inner walls and stroking her in maddening circles while his tongue flicked over her clit. He answered her every gasp and jolt with happy grunts and murmurs. “That’s right, love. Let go. Give yourself to me.”

Sweet pressure built, shortening her breath and tightening her muscles. His tongue circled and flicked and