Burned by Passion (6 page)

He wanted her. Desperately. Wanted her the moment he’d seen her across the room. He’d never imagined he’d get a chance to be this close to her molten sexiness and now he wasn’t about to back down, not until he was good and ready.

***

The world became a blank page and time or place no longer mattered after one touch of his scorching lips on her skin. All her grown life, Kira had wondered about how real passion could be between a man and woman who felt equal lashings of desire for each other. When neither of them could deny the flames of carnal abandon rising within their midst. Blake buried his face in her neck and she felt the wall at her back without even realizing he’d shoved her against it.

“Damn, Kira. The things I want to do to you…”

His tortured words made her inner thighs quiver and grow suspiciously moist. She felt the same powerful need surging from him and into her veins like a virus. She hated her own body for its inability to fight against Blake’s thrilling masculinity.

“I need to be inside you. So much it fucking hurts,” Blake groaned. “Touch me and feel how much you make me want to explode.”

Kira was drenched in the mesmerizing quality of his voice, but even more so by the sensation of his hand dragging hers down his front to rest over the bulge beneath his belt. Kira gasped. She felt him and he was immense. There was such latent physical energy beneath the layers of clothes to the solid steel beneath. The very thought of what waited to be unleashed made Kira whimper with helpless arousal.

“Oh my god, Blake. What are we doing…?”

He looked at her then, as if to be sure he understood correctly the surrender in her tone. Kira didn’t know what the hell she was saying. Or doing. But she could feel all resistance begin to ebb beneath her own long-deprived feminine desires; needs no other man had been able to bring to life the way Blake did so effortlessly. 

Whatever he saw in her eyes gave him the answer he sought, and Kira felt him grasp her arm. “Not here,” he muttered, and then turned to the door of the study which he fumbled open.

Kira found herself being drawn into the dim room, the only lighting coming from the open curtains which chased shadows around the desk, chairs and bookcases within the room. Her sensual haze gave way to doubt as the door clicked shut behind her, but before she could turn around Blake had her drawn with her back up against his chest, his arm closing around her waist while his free hand inched up to wrap around her throat. Trapped against his rock-ready body, Kira felt her senses swim, overwhelmed by his virile dominance; the strength beneath the liquid sensuality.

Entrenched within the globes of her buttocks was the unmistakable ridge of his straining erection and he felt even harder, bigger than before. Kira gasped and arched her back, her hands lifting of their own accord to fist the silken locks at his nape.

“Are you wet for me, Kira? I’m sure as hell rock-hard for you,” Blake rasped with his lips in her ear. His hand lay flat on her belly and shifted up to squeeze hard on one breast, and then the other. His rough, hungry groping turned her on more than any tender caress could have done.

His hand at her throat turned her face to the side to meet his lips crushing into hers. He kissed her as fiercely as ever but with far more purpose. Kira knew he wanted to drive her straight out of her mind and she wasn’t able to fight what came charging at her like a herd of racing bulls.

She could feel his other hand on her breasts, his fingers easily detecting one rigid nipple and pinching it hard through her clothes. Kira whimpered in part agony, part ecstasy at the boldness in his every touch. He tweaked one nipple and then the other into stiff, aching peaks while his tongue drove in and out of her mouth in a telling dance that mimicked what he wanted to be doing to her…if she only gave in to the mating call of his body for hers.

Kira was slowly losing it. Her intuition had told her Blake was a man with the potential to lead her into temptation and he began to prove her right with every second that passed.

Her back was against his chest and she couldn’t help but melt into him. She could sense that his heart beat as erratically as hers was doing and it became obvious there was no going back now. Not that she even wanted to. She felt him rock his hardness into her ass and that carnal gesture triggered a flood of heat to spread over her already soaked panties.

Just like before, he read her body language perfectly. Kira had no words to stop him when he spun her round to face him and promptly backed  her into the desk until her knees buckled, forcing her to plant her ass on the edge of the desk. Blake promptly had her in a horizontal position as his body covered hers with a dominant passion.

“Oh!” Kira exclaimed. Everything was happening so fast. His lips, kissing every inch of her face and then down along her arched neck. His hands, tugging the neckline of her dress off her shoulder, her bra strap following its descent. The next thing she felt was the cool air settling on her exposed nipple right before Blake’s head swooped down and he enclosed the hard bud in the heat of his mouth.

She must have cried out his name because he grunted in reply, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs which he gripped so strongly. Kira’s hands clutched his head as his lips sealed around her nipple and suckled with rough, insistent tugs. His tongue played around her areole and it was all Kira could do not to scream out loud. Nothing had ever felt so good and it was growing even more intense with the hand he had inching up beneath her hiked up skirt.

Kira quivered beneath the weight of his body over hers, pinning her down to the desk as he settled between her knees which he pushed wide apart.

She should stop him. This was so wrong. What would his father think about what they were doing? In his study no less? But who was she kidding? She was helpless to keep things from happening at this wild, reckless pace. Overcome by the undeniable responses of her eager flesh, Kira had nowhere to hide and no plan of running.

Her swirling thoughts broke off when Blake’s hands cupped beneath her ass, half-lifting her off the desk as he reached for the band of her skimpy briefs. In a single wrench he’d rid her of them. But then they got tangled at her ankles and in his impatience, he had them ripped off her and thrown onto the floor.

“Blake…,” Kira cried out, his ardor making her blush from head to toe. She heard his answering low chuckle which died off when they returned with earnest to their kisses, lips grinding together in a fevered tango. Kira felt Blake’s hand slip between her shivery thighs and the next moment, his fingertips were skimming over her mound.

The room echoed with the mutual sound of their groans as Blake strummed over her lush and slippery folds. “Fucking wet…so wet and juicy. And so tight, Kira,” Blake groaned against her mouth, sliding a finger past her swollen vulva and into her waiting sheathe. The sweet penetration made Kira hunch her spine, her lower body turning to jelly in an instant.

“
Blake
. Oh god please.”

He knew what she needed even though she couldn’t spell it out in words. She loved his mouth, teasing at her breasts, lapping and tugging. She loved his thumb flicking over her clit until it swelled from all the blood pumping through her nerve cells.

It could have been ten minutes since she’d confronted him in a fury; it could’ve been an hour. At that moment Kira didn’t know or care. She felt him guide her hands to his trouser front and her neck flushed when she realized what he wanted. Kira couldn’t back down or stay passive in the face of their rising hunger; she plucked the courage to reach for his belt buckle unfastening it along with his trousers which he stepped out of, leaving him in his dark silk boxers. Then her nerve failed her.

Chuckling deeply, Blake, who had shrugged off his jacket decided to finish the job himself. As soon as his shorts were discarded he was leaning over her, hitching her legs round his hips as his lifted her easily off the desk to spread her over the large leather couch. Heart racing; Kira held his smoldering gaze in the moonlit study with the beams streaking over the carpet. The magic of the moment was stronger than ever and Kira didn’t just want this, she needed it. More than anything. She felt a sudden prick of fear as he cupped her naked sex with his warm, knowing hand then melted as he looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Half of her still felt like this was just part of a crazy dream. Had to be. It couldn’t be real. Blake was tugging her naked hips closer, her dress in folds around her waist and her breasts bared by the lowered bodice. He was unabashedly naked and as his muscled torso slid over her even the semi-dark surroundings could do nothing but illuminate the contrast in their flesh tones. Her tawny-brown skin against his lighter, golden-tinted form was a whole new dynamic to Kira and the striking exoticness of the moment wasn’t lost on her.

This was unchartered territory for Kira in so many ways. It was on the tip of her tongue to voice the warning that rose in her throat - but with Blake’s mouth latching to her breast again the power of speech left her in a skittering moan.

He settled his lower body in the cradle between her thighs and Kira could feel the head of his thick, long cock rubbing against her shaved mound. Kira moaned deeply and arched her back, stunned by the indescribable sensations racking her core.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders which she clutched for support as he braced his muscular arms on either side of her, his knee nudging hers far apart while that rigid, pulsating tip probed close to her twitching center. Suddenly every lingering doubt fled and all that mattered was Blake finally filling her to the brim with that fine-looking cock that seemed built just right for a woman’s pleasure.

The passion around them seemed ready to boil over but there was only one logical conclusion…Kira’s every wicked fantasy was seconds from coming true.

***

All her life Kira had been the sensible type, staying true to her principles even when her life’s influences pointed her the other way. Growing up on the rough side of the tracks…the psychological abuse from her father and not really having a sense of worth until she was much older had built a barrier that shielded her from the outside world. She’d seen girls she grew up with falling by the wayside or content to remain someone’s baby mama or hooked on the life of drugs and crime. Kira had escaped that fate out of sheer determination and a conviction that she had a deeper purpose.

She’d never really felt true love or passion and sex had never been top priority on her list. And yet this moment in time counted higher than anything she’d ever experienced before. Right there, with Blake braced to pierce her contracting pussy lips with his thick, solid manhood was all her mind and body could register and suddenly, she couldn’t wait another second longer.

Kira’s senses gave way to some part of her that she didn’t know ever existed. She held on tight to Blake’s toned flanks and he released a deep groan, just as her hips jerked up to meet him halfway. Breathless with anticipation Kira braced herself for the final moment when Blake would possess her completely. 

She didn’t know what power he held over her but she understood that it brought to her the greatest pleasure she’d ever known. And now that pleasure was about to be sublimated by Blake plunging through her vulva to the depths of her sheathe.

Her heart hammered harder than ever before and just as she thought the waiting would drive her insane, Blake flexed his hips and took her in one body-splintering power thrust.

When the head of his cock surged inside her it soon rocked against the unyielding wall of her virginity. Blake and Kira drew in sharp intakes of breath at the same time, but while his expression registered utter shock, Kira’s was shadowed with a distress that had her mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“Oh Christ!” Blake said hoarsely, holding perfectly still. Kira’s heart was pounding like a bass drum and even her vagina walls seemed to vibrate with yelp-inducing agony around the inches of cock embedded midway inside her pussy.

“Kira. Fuck.” A single shudder swept through Blade’s frame and she could see every muscle standing out in his arms and shoulders. She stared into his face and caught his grimace as she could tell he was holding on tight to every shred of his control.

“I’m sorry, Kira. But you really should have told me,” he rasped, lifting a hand to stroke the side of her cheek soothingly. “And now I need to move. You know that, don’t you? I can pull out or keep going. But damn it’s going to be hell trying to keep still. You’re so snug and wet. You want this too baby? All you have to do is say no and I’ll stop, I promise. Just say the word. Tell me what to do.”

She wanted it. It hurt like hell, but Kira knew she wanted it. She couldn’t imagine him stopping now. Disconnecting was not an option. There was a jagged edge of pleasure waiting at the tip of all the discomfort from that first, commanding thrust. Not trusting her voice, she spoke instead with her body, her legs locking around his sides tightly while her hips moved almost imperceptibly beneath him, urging and needy.

Kira heard Blake mutter a harsh expletive before slowly beginning to move. Thrust after angled thrust he inched closer to breaching her fortress completely. Every few moments he paused to let Kira catch her breath and for her vagina to get accustomed to his girth and hardness. The pressure was almost unbearable but then came that tell-tale ‘pop’ and then Blake was embedded deep, right where they both needed him to be.

Shallow at first, with a smooth, steady rhythm, Blake took her, allowing a few inches of his cock to slide in and out of her until her body lost most of its tension. Kira’s fingernails raked all over his bare back as the pressure mounted deep inside her until she was writhing and moaning, impatient for more.

Her walls fluttered around him as Blake instinctively increased his pace, insinuating himself farther inside her as his cock massaged every inch of her walls. Anchored there he at once angled his aim and
bam!
Kira felt the sudden change in the game as Blake rocked beneath the front wall of her pussy, jockeying her G-spot.