Chapter 13

13

LIAM

C arrying Opal into my home makes this possessive feeling surge even more. After I carefully shuffle sideways through the door with her still across my shoulders, I set her down so we can kick off our shoes, then back her against the wall.

Pinning my hot girlfriend with a deep, sultry kiss, I wait until her hands wrap around the back of my shoulders. I've already learned that Opal sometimes overthinks things. When we're kissing, though, she gets out of her head and responds more quickly, with answers coming, I assume, from her gut.

My lips release hers slowly. "Baby, do you think we're moving in together too quickly?"

Her eyes are bright and her answer is instantaneous. "Nope, not for us." Her head tips to the side, and she smiles. "You know how some fires catch immediately, and others have to smolder for a bit before you see real flames?"

"Yeah."

"Both fires are warm and amazing in the end. How they start doesn't really matter."

Clasping her to me, I stroke her hair. "I think you're wise beyond your years."

“Pfft.” She shrugs. "I don't know about that." Her palm skims along my stubble. "I just think that if something feels this right, you should run with it."

"You know you can change your mind at any time. If you want to go back to stay with your cousin, or need to go home to your family…" I can't even bear thinking about it, but it needs to be said. "If this is burning too fast, you grab the fire extinguisher and draw a perimeter to contain the blaze. Okay?"

Her head tips back as her silvery laughter spills out. "I love the way you always use fire metaphors."

"Well, I know it's something you understand."

Opal blinks up at me. "True. And if I weren't so obsessed with fire, I would never have met you. So that's something."

"You're right." My lips graze her forehead. "In case I haven't mentioned it yet, I consider myself damn lucky that I was the one who thought to check the weird firebug shooting video from the field."

"Not a firebug. Fire…analyst.” I shoot her a look. “Observer? Documentarian?"

"How about my sweet little obsessive girl."

"That'll do."

This time when I scoop her up we're chest to chest, with her legs wrapped around me. My dick is already standing to attention, but there's something else I need first.

Stretching Opal across my bed, I spread her legs, rubbing her clit through her leggings. She lets out a shuddering sigh, then sits up just enough to yank off her sweater. I love that she pulls her tank top off at the same time, already knowing that I need to get her naked so I can admire my beautiful girl properly.

Still, I don't pull off the rest of her clothing just yet. Watching closely, I massage through the fabric until Opal begins to moan, her legs splayed out. "That feel good, gorgeous? Is that the right spot?"

"Uh-huh." She grabs a pillow to prop herself up, which I already know means she wants to watch me devour her.

Teasing her slightly, I lighten my touch to a gentle tickle. Damn, I love the way she squirms in frustration, wanting more. I already know she loves the way I touch her, though, and isn't about to complain if I switch things up.

Her legs twitch, shifting restlessly, trying to get a bit more pressure. I back off completely, teasing her.

My shirt hits the floor, then I lie down beside her, stealing all her focus with a breathless kiss. She squirms, whimpering, grinding against my hand. I'm rewarded with a sharp gasp as I slip underneath the fabric and into her panties. Her swollen nub is begging for my attention, and when I dip my finger lower, she's already wet.

"I probably shouldn't tell you that I love it when you tease me," she murmurs against my shoulder, her entire body already tightening like a wire being slowly coiled.

"Oh baby, no. You should not have told me that."

My precious girl whimpers as I release her just long enough to peel off her leggings and panties, leaving her laid out for me like an offering. I could thrust inside her right now and make her perfectly happy.

But I want to make both of us happy.

Two thick fingers slide into her wetness as my thumb flicks against her clit, barely brushing it. "Tell me again why you love fire so much."

Her blinking is slow and her breath rapid as her fingers curl around my bicep. "It's…alive," she murmurs. My hand stills until she continues speaking, then starts up again. "It's like a wild animal. Or an alien life form. It jumps and dances, and it's only predictable eighty percent of the time."

"Good. Keep going." Moving my hand faster, I kiss along the side of her neck as she buries her face in my shoulder.

"Mmm… I love that it's just a tiny bit dangerous."

My arm that's wrapped underneath her spanks her ass lightly. "It's very dangerous."

"But that's the point." She moans softly as I plunge my fingers deep for several hard, fast strokes, then whines when I stop, waiting for her to continue. "It’s like… I control something wild. Maybe I feel that it gives me power, controlling something that I'm not supposed to. Observing something and studying it. Knowing it has the ability to be destructive, yet I only use it for creative projects."

Yes . That's the exact nugget of information I've been wanting to hear. Now that I understand her better and she's got an incredibly safe setup, I am better prepared to back off and let her work. Give her the space to control her art her way.

Pulling Opal against me, I kiss her roughly and hungrily. I can tell how badly she needs to come: her fingers flail at anything she can reach, and her throat is flushed. It only takes a few moments more of my hand working faster for her breath to stutter, her body shaking as a climax slowly rolls through her.

I’m sure she has no idea how perfectly beautiful she is in this moment, gasping in my arms and letting the pleasure roll through her while her divine body bucks helplessly.

I wait until she stills, then kiss the tip of her nose as I settle between her thighs, throwing one leg over my shoulder.

Then I dig in like a starving man sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner. Fingers, tongue, teeth. I explore and examine every inch of her open, wet pussy.

Opal grips my hair, gaining confidence as she guides me. Her sweetness coats my tongue and my lips as I gradually start licking her harder. All the while, my gaze burns into her lovely light blue eyes.

I've always dreamed of having a beautiful woman. Every man does. But I didn't know what kind of woman I wanted until I met this one. Beautiful, sure. But also spunky, creative, and adorable. All the little things I didn't dare to dream of.

Opal's fingers tighten as she pulls my hair in quick, sharp bursts, begging for more. I wait nearly a full minute before increasing the pace and the pressure, not to mention the fire in my eyes.

Watching Opal will forever be my favorite thing in the world. The way her cheeks flush. The way her breasts rise and fall as her breath becomes throaty and uneven. The trembling of her inner thighs around me.

The light in her eyes as she stares, then becomes sightless for a moment, her entire body tensing up as she sails over the precipice. A shaky, weak scream echoes in the room all around us as I dig in, licking fast and hard against her clit as two fingers pound inside her.

Her release is hugely satisfying, knowing that I've created this intense moment for her.

She collapses, limp and weak for a moment, before her attention snaps back to me. "How the hell did you get so good at that?"

"I've spent years dreaming that you would appear."

She grins. "Why don’t you show me what else you've been dreaming of."

My jeans hit the floor in a heartbeat. Lying back and shoving her over with my hip, I pull her on top of me. Although she was as limp as a ragdoll just a moment ago, her eyes brighten, her body coming to life again.

Gripping her hips, I help her straddle me, her knees spread wide. My cock is so hard that it feels thicker than usual. She strokes my length gently, then I cover her hand with mine to help drag the head up through her soaking pussy lips. "You want me, baby?"

She doesn't quite purr, but the soft stuttering sound is close. "You know I do."

Reaching up, I cup her angelic face. "You really love me, baby?"

The pink tip of her tongue dashes across her bottom lip as she nods, eyes glowing. "With the fire of a thousand suns, hot stuff."