Hot and Burning

[Nesrin Aziz]

Her smile was pure sin. The flicker of her tongue joined the warmth of her lips, gratified by the sound she elicited from him as her head dipped lower. Most men would have laid back and submitted to the anticipation, and she was perfectly eager to please, but she found herself pulled underneath him instead. Appreciation hazed her gaze, and her eyes drank him in above her, arms lifting languidly to pin her own hands above her head in decadent offering.

Despite his eagerness in discarding his belt, his worship over her was the slowest torment. But he purposefully left her aching. It was the knowing smirk that undid her, eliciting a wicked smile of her own. Turned out Eddie was unexpected. But Nesrin was a woman who knew how to get what she wanted, and all she wanted right now was the totality of his attention under her spell. The second time her body writhed for him, the guide of her fingers tangled in his hair as he worked his way down while his hand teased up. Every arch of her back and roll of her hips encouraged what she needed. Every moan and breath let him know exactly how good he felt.

His mouth finally tantalised against fabric before the electricity of skin. After the building game of anticipation it made her gasp, until she was entirely lost in it.

Afterwards she pushed herself up, still breathless, and pulled him into a deep, uncontrolled kiss. There was urgency in her touches then, desire untamed by release but inflamed by it. Hands and lips begged the need, but when she tugged at his waistband it was not in supplication. Tonight Eddie was entirely hers as she wished.