Chapter Thirteen
In a few moments, Blaze returned with two glasses. She took a sip, and drew her legs to her chest, settling back in the chair.
Blaze was distracted by her bare legs, peeking out from beneath a chaste white nightgown. He thought about lifting the hem slowly, kissing every millimeter of bared flesh, working his way up until he reached her inner thighs.
Before Blaze could stop himself, he leaned over and captured her mouth, in a quick kiss. She opened for him, letting him in. When he withdrew, her eyes were glassy, and the pupils were blown with desire.
“Do you mind if we talk about something else? I need a distraction.”
“I’d be happy to provide one, dove.”
She cleared her throat. “Earlier, when we were talking, I wasn’t quite honest with you.”
“Honest about what? You’ll have to be more specific.”
She flushed. “When we were discussing sex the other night, and you were massaging me.”
“Do go on, you have my undivided attention.”
The sexual tension was thick between them, a torpor which wouldn’t be denied.
“I do enjoy sex.” She bit her lip. “While I haven’t been with anyone in a while, I take care of matters myself.”
“This conversation gets more and more fascinating. Please continue.” Blaze propped his chin on one hand, giving Molly his undivided attention.
“Sometimes, after I’ve had a long day, I touch myself to relax.” As Molly spoke, she grew more and more flustered, the blush on her cheeks deepening into a rich crimson. Blaze longed to touch her cheek, feel the heat in his palm. However, he had to play this very carefully.
“I don’t understand, perhaps you should demonstrate.”
Her nostrils flared. “You do understand.”
“All right, I admit it, you caught me, I was angling for a show. A man can dream, can he not?”
Her eyelids fluttered closed. “And sometimes, when I stroke myself, I think about…”
She trailed off, and he couldn’t bear it—Blaze had to know more.
“Think about what?”
“You.” Molly met his gaze.
Blaze sucked in a breath as both of his cocks hardened.
“And what do you fantasize about?”
“Touching you.” Her voice was husky, strained.
“Would you like to?”
“What?”
“Caress me. Right here. Right now.”
Molly didn’t immediately respond, and the offer hung there, unanswered, as she pondered it. Blaze knew better than to rush her, she was so skittish.
“Yes.” It was the barest whisper, but all the invitation he needed.
“Come here.” Molly stood and swayed toward him. Blaze gripped her wrist and tugged her close.
“What do you have on beneath that voluminous gown?”
“Nothing.”
Blaze groaned.
“I want to touch you again, but I’m not sure…”
“If you’d like me to return the favor?”
She nodded. “I want to be in control this time.”
“Your terms are acceptable.” He wouldn’t let anything stand in his way.
And then Molly was on his lap, straddling his leg, lifting her nightgown and he could feel the warmth of her sex through his jeans, heating the denim.
“There you go, my dove, take your pleasure from me.”
Her knees sank into the seat cushions as she glided up and down the length of his thigh. Molly braced her hands on his shoulders and touched her forehead to his.
This was sweet torture, he could feel her, but couldn’t touch.
“At least let me see you. Please don’t keep such beauty from me.”
With hesitant fingers, she undid the long line of buttons at her throat, ever so slowly exposing her creamy pale skin to his avid gaze. The firelight flickered over her body, creating a blend of light and shadow.
She parted the edges of her nightgown. Despite her deceptively slender frame, Molly had large breasts with big areola, and stiff pinkish-tan nipples he longed to suck.
Blaze licked his lips. One day very soon he’d get his mouth on those. He’d suck each nipple, rim them with his teeth and bite them gently. He’d weigh her big tits in his hands, feel their soft plushness and then Blaze would slide his cock between them. Blaze imagined anointing the pale globes with his seed, seeing it drip down, coating her nipples.
Biting her lip, Molly moved on him, sliding up, arching against his thigh, faster and faster. Her breasts bounced in time to her movements.
She was truly a sight to behold.
He was mesmerized by the gentle shake. His cocks hardened further, straining against the tight fabric, as though ready to burst through their cloth prison. Blaze ached to touch himself, to ease the burden, but he promised her he’d remain still.
Blaze gritted his teeth and kept his hands welded to the arms of the chair. He refused to abuse her trust, even if he perished from want.
This was an exercise in abject suffering.
All he could do now was watch and wait.
The heat of her ripe quim warmed his thigh. Perhaps it was a cheat, but he captured some of her wetness with the tip of his fingers, and brought it to his mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of her.
Blaze wanted to bury his mouth between her thighs and lick her, ravish her with kisses, part the folds, and see every inch of her.
And then he wanted to penetrate Molly, possess her.
She made the most glorious, guttural sounds low in her throat, then these high-pitched whimpering sobs, and he wondered what noises she’d make when he was inside her, balls deep.
And then she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his face, resting her chin on the top of his head. She surged against his thigh, riding him to completion, unabashed about taking her pleasure.
Blaze needed to fuck her, claim her, and then own her.
He wanted to tangle her hair in his hands and kiss her mouth until it was bruised. Blaze had never felt anything like it, this need to possess another.
It was all-consuming, almost frightening in its intensity.
Blaze needed to lay her down on the rug in front of the fire, and swive her, slide into her again, and again until she screamed his name.
This was only a taste, a glimpse, but he was hungry for more.
And with this sharp cry, she came and then collapsed against him.
Blaze gripped the armrests for dear life to keep from grabbing her. Instead, he pressed kisses to her brow.
“Mmm, thank you.”
“You’re most welcome, sweet dove, but you’d best go up the stairs, now.”
“Hmm? What?” She was sleepy, and languid, lying in his lap.
A few minutes more and Blaze would be lost. He wouldn’t stop until they were both exhausted, dripping with sweat.
But he refused to cheat.
He wouldn’t overwhelm her in such a vulnerable state. When he made his move, Molly would want him as much as he desired her—it would be mutual, untamed pleasure.
“It’s time you headed to bed.”
“Okay, good night.” Molly brushed her lips against his, a whisper of a kiss, and then she stood on unsteady feet, and then padded up to her room.
He sat there for endless, agonizing moments, waiting until she was safely upstairs, and out of reach.