The other hand took its time traveling up the length of my body, fingers pinching the swollen peak of a breast before continuing upward, lightly wrapping around my throat. Then he leaned back, bending just slightly at the waist, so his hips lifted and he penetrated even deeper. I felt my control slipping, my muscles going rigid. His name became a cry rather than a gasp, and his grip on me tightened as he leaned up to kiss me, letting his lips linger against mine as he asked, “Are you going to come for me, Wildfire?”
