Kissing Fire

by A. M. Hargrove

  “It’s probably a good thing because we would never get any sleep otherwise.”

  “Would that be such a bad thing?” she asked in barely a whisper.

  “Oh, it would be quite the opposite. But you see, I want something more than just a night of passion in a sleeping bag with you. I want it to be more than just sex honey. If it ever happens between us, I want it to be for all the right reasons.”

  “Preston, how long before you think that will happen?”

  “Why do you ask?”

  She inched her way right up next to me and put her mouth next to my ear. I felt her warm breath fan across my neck as she spoke the most beautiful words I’d ever heard. “Because I think I might be in love with you.”

  Chapter 17

  Avery

  Maybe it was the darkness that made me so bold or maybe it was the setting. Perhaps it was seeing that word carved into his beautiful skin and loving him more for it. I’m not quite sure exactly what it was that made me tell him, but I had been wanting to say it for a while. I’d known it since that day in the shower...since that day he told me we wouldn’t have sex until it was an emotional experience.

  I couldn’t see his expression, but his arms slid around me, then tightened and I was on top of him and he was kissing me deeply before I could even think. His lips caressed mine with care as his tongue slipped past them and explored every inch of my mouth. I loved the way Preston kissed. He was so precise about everything he did, but his kisses were deliciously slow and tantalizing. It wasn’t long before my body was humming with desire, desperate for his touch.

  “Please tell me again,” he begged.

  “I love you Preston.”

  “Once more.”

  “I love you.”

  He framed my face with his hands and said, “I’ve been hoping you’d say those words to me. I’ve loved you from the day you launched yourself at me in my room at Caroline’s. It took everything I had not to tell you that day. When you started making those sweet and sexy kitty noises I was about to lose it over you.”

  Oh good lord!

  “Preston, about those kitty noises.”

  “Hmm, I love those kitty noises.” He kissed me again.

  “But that’s the weird thing. I’ve never done that before.”

  “So Avery-kitty is just for me?” He asked in surprise.

  “Yeah,” I said in a breathy voice. I was starting to purr again because his hands had lifted the hem of my shirt and were inching their way up my back. When his thumbs began to make those little circles that I loved so much, my purring grew by many decibels, surprising even Preston.

  “Oh how I love Avery-kitty,” he said as his mouth sought out mine again. My belly tightened with a need that was so profound, my hands started to tear at his sleeping bag in my frenzied attempts to get my kitty paws on his skin. I wanted to feel all of him, to feel his warmth beneath my fingers. He captured my hands in his and brought them to his lips instead. Kissing each finger slowly, deliberately and with care, he said, “There’s no rush. We have forever Avery. I want to hold you in my arms and just hear you tell me again how you feel.”

  Whoa! What? My body was burning with desire for this man and he only wanted to hold me?

  “Preston, I want you. I’ve wanted you for the longest time.”

  His eyes met mine for a moment and then he said, “Come with me.” He unzipped our tent, grabbed our sleeping bags and pads and I followed him outside. He threw some more wood on the fire and got the flames burning again. I spread our pads and bags down and he joined me a few minutes later.

  “Are you cold?” he asked.

  “No, are you?”

  He shook his head and pulled his shirt off. I went to him then and began to kiss his chest. My tongue circled his pierced nipples and when they puckered and he moaned, my body burned with need. I wanted to touch every scar he had and so I did, with my tongue. It traced several of them before his hands reached for me and pulled me in to him.

  “I’ve waited far too long for this,” he said as he put his hands on the hem of my shirt. Looking at me by the firelight, I could see he was looking for my approval.

  “You don’t have to ask.”

  “It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t. I want to make sure it’s what you want.”

  “I’ve wanted you for longer than I can say. Now take my damn shirt off.”

  “There’s just one thing first. You know I’m clean. Are you on any...”

  I knew what he was going to ask, so I interrupted him. “I’m healthy too and I’m also on the pill. So all’s good here. Now about my shirt. Will you please get this thing off of me?”

  He did and my bra followed. But then he just stared at me, almost as if he had never seen me naked before. A long time passed and he didn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t like what he saw. I stood there, exposed to him and was unsure of what to do so I finally asked, “Preston, is this okay? I mean am I...”

  His voice caught as he breathed, “Oh yeah. You’re much better than okay. Perfect in fact.” His hands reached for me and held my shoulders as he bent his head and kissed my neck. I felt his tongue and lips blazing a trail of heated kisses to that place below my jaw that set my heart racing. My body was lost in a sea of sensations before I realized that I was lying on my back on one of the sleeping bags and Preston was on his side next to me. His fingers were trailing up and down my tummy, over my breasts and across my chest to the dips above my collar bones. His tongue would follow each move his fingers would make and I was purring and mewling with the pleasure he was inducing.

  My hands suddenly had a mind of their own for I had grabbed him by his hip and tugged him closer to me as I purred and moaned.

  “Naked, Preston. I want you naked. Completely. Totally. I want to feel all of you. Now.” He heard the desperate urgency in my voice. How did I know this? His mouth and hands left my body and he stripped himself right then. When I sat up to do the same, his hand halted my movements.

  “Please don’t deny me of this,” he begged.

  I looked at him and, oh dear God, he was nothing less than magnificent. The sheer sight of him stole my breath and turned my blood into liquid fire, leaving me burning with lust and desire. I wanted to carve him into my memory, so I would have this sight to cherish forever. Before I could stop myself I told him so. “You are so beautiful. I want to...no, I need to touch you.”

  Giving me the oddest look, he stopped and stared at me, like maybe he didn’t get what I was saying.

  “I’m not kidding. Take off my pants now, so I can move.”

  He nodded and did as I told him. When I was naked I moved to my knees in front of him and looked at him. “May I?”

  “Yes.” One simple word and I almost melted into a puddle of liquid passion. My hands reached for his hips first. There were several tattoos there that begged for my attention. But the main ones were on his back. I wasn’t sure if I would get there tonight, but someday, I would revel in paying homage to them. I sat back on my heels as my hands gently ranged over his glorious body. There was one thing I learned with certainty that night. I would never tire of admiring, touching or kissing every piece of Preston.

  “Avery, I think it’s my turn.”

  “But I’m not done yet. There’s just one last thing,” I mumbled. My mouth had been venturing across his luscious V and as I reached that fine dusting of hair that led straight to my destination, my mouth wrapped around him and I finally tasted heaven. He gasped as I began to lick and tease him, stroking him with my hand, mouth and tongue.

  “Sweet heaven you have to stop now.” There was steel in his voice that grabbed my attention.

  Looking up at him I asked, “Why?”

  “Because this is our first night together and I want it to be all about you.” He was hiding something, but I didn’t care at that moment.

  “I didn’t know there were any rules to this.”

  “No rules. But for you, I want to give you the heavens,” he explai
ned as he pulled me up to join him.

  “But Preston, you just were.”

  “Kiss me honey. I need to feel your mouth on mine,” he said raggedly.

  There was such desperation in his request, I did, knowing it was what he needed. For whatever reason, he was more into giving than receiving. But one day, I would give him this just so he could see how much pleasure it gave me.

  This kiss was much different from the last. The urgency in him was greater as he took over my mouth. His tongue plunged past all barriers and moved with a heat unlike the Preston I had known before. My breath was gone and I matched him stroke for stroke as our tongues met and danced together. His arms went around me and lifted me up to him, molding my body to his. “Now it’s my turn.”

  Naked, lying on my back, under the sparkling stars with Preston kissing every inch of me was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. His hand brushed across my breast, tweaking my nipple and then his mouth followed, sucking on it hard. Gone was the purring and in its place came moaning, loud and pure.

  “Give me your hand,” he demanded huskily.

  I did as he asked, and he took one of my fingers, put his lips around it and sucked on it without mercy. I moaned even louder as my body tightened in response. He moved to my other breast and repeated the sweet torture on it, eliciting another moan from me. My whole body was clenching with desire and I trembled from the force of it.

  “Preston, I need you.”

  “Not yet honey.”

  His body slid further down mine and I felt his hands massaging the insides of my thighs as his mouth worked magic on the secret places I wasn’t aware of around my hipbones. His tongue roamed my body until it joined his hands and he started nipping at the tender flesh on the top of my inner thighs. I shivered again with the fierceness of my desire, sure I was going to internally combust. I was panting now, but it was nothing compared to what I was getting ready to experience.

  Preston’s tongue landed on that tiny nub of mine and I screamed, not because I climaxed, but with the shock of sensation. Heat, a wave of burning heat hit me and poured through my veins, centering on my core as he circled and teased me with his tongue. Around and around, back and forth he moved, until he slipped one long finger inside of me and began a synchronized rhythm with his tongue. Moments later I was screaming again, this time with the force of my orgasm as it crashed into me.

  “God Avery, you are absolutely perfect. So exquisite.”

  Still speechless and panting from the ecstasy I had just experienced, I pulled his arms, indicating I wanted him to come to me. He understood and was kissing me, hesitatingly at first. I didn’t understand initially, but then I realized he was simply giving me time to breathe. I didn’t want time. Who needed to breathe? Air was highly overrated. I wanted Preston. All of him and I told him so.

  “I need you so badly, but I have to tell you something.”

  “What is it?”

  “I’m a little nervous,” I confessed.

  He drew back, touching my face. “Why? Was it something I did?”

  “No! God no! You’re great, wonderfully so. It’s just that it’s been quite a while since I’ve done this, so I may be a bit out of practice.”

  “We don’t have to do this right now. We can wait, or we can try and stop if you don’t want to continue. Just say the word.”

  I held his face in the palms of my hands and told him, “I love you Preston. I want you. I’ve wanted you for so damn long. I’ve dreamed about this moment forever it seems. We’re not waiting. I wanted you to know that we may need to go a bit slow is all.” Then I kissed him, and took his bottom lip into my mouth and sucked on it right before I gently bit on it.

  He started moving against me, sliding up and down along me with his tip as he rubbed himself against my sex. Then he’d back away and start again. I was moaning again as I clutched his hips and pulled him against me. “Now. Now Preston.”

  He pushed into me a bit and then retreated but was back again before I could cry out my disappointment. The next time he went a bit deeper, repeating this ritual until he eventually thrust all the way inside of me, caressing me deeply inside, filling me and spreading me with his fullness.

  “Oh baby, you feel so sweet, so damn good.”

  Pulling my legs up higher he began to move to a slow rhythm and I started to match him, holding his hips tightly to me as the sensations deepened within me.

  “Is this all right?” he asked, straining above me. His eyes drilled into mine and I’d never felt closer to anyone in my life. There was something so emotionally touching about having him so deep within me and looking into each other’s eyes.

  “Oh yes,” I groaned, as my mouth sought his. We kissed until we both had to stop to breathe.

  He pulled almost all the way out again and I cried out at the loss, but he was back again, this time with more force than the last. With each of his movements, my cries became louder too.

  “Still okay?” he asked.

  This time I could only nod as my eyes were still locked on his. Seeing the firelight reflected in their depths made them look so soft and heated that a million stars could’ve fallen right next to us and I couldn’t have torn my eyes away.

  “I’ll remember the way you look, just like this, under the starry sky, naked and so absolutely beautiful, for the rest of my life. I love you Avery.” My heart melted with his words.

  Then he slipped his hand beneath me and cupped my hip, pulling me closer to him, so he could make better contact with that seriously sensitive spot of mine.

  “Yes?”

  “Oh yeah Preston.”

  It was better than just yes. It was amazing as he thrust himself back into me filling me deeply, over and over, and I began to feel my body clenching in response. The sensations were beginning to build again, a major collision of a billion nerve endings brilliantly communicating together to create something extraordinary.

  My eyes were lost in the wonder of Preston’s as he watched me. My hand was stretched above my head grasping the sleeping bag as I was captured in the grips of euphoria, but I suddenly felt his hand take its place as he entwined his fingers with mine. My heart clenched and I suddenly saw the stars above me brighten as my orgasm consumed me. I called out his name and his mouth was on mine breathing with me as he found his own climax. My body pulsated around him repeatedly and we just watched each other until our orgasms faded away.

  Kissing me over and over again afterward, he brushed my hair off of my face. “I never thought it would be this great. I mean I knew it would be awesome, but Avery, this was so much more than I ever expected.”

  “Hmm, it certainly was. I’m so happy you decided on waiting for this. It was really special.”

  “Are you? Seriously?”

  “Yeah,” I said as I threaded my hands in his hair and kissed him tenderly. “I only have one word for what just happened.”

  “Oh yeah? What might that be?”

  “Wow!”

  “Wow, huh?”

  “Yeah, wow. Or more like mind-blowing.” I kissed him again.

  He chuckled softly as I began to hungrily nip at neck.

  “Yeah, I would agree with the mind-blowing thing. Totally.

  “Except I am a little disappointed in you,” I confessed as I traced circles on his palm.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Yep. You made me quit.”

  “Quit?”

  “You know. In the beginning when I had you in my mouth,” I teased.

  “Oh. That.”

  Then he tensed up and got really quiet. I’d obviously hit a nerve, but I always thought that was something guys just adored. “Preston, is there something I need to know, because if so, you know you can tell me.” My hand stroked his cheek, trying to assure him it was okay.

  “Yeah, you do need to know this. That’s a problem for me.”

  “You mean you don’t like it?”

  “No, I liked that you were doing it. But...” I coul
d feel his body tensing up. Things started adding up in my head. Prison, rape, I was cluing in as the light bulb flickered on.

  “Honey, it’s okay. We don’t have to talk about this now. I’m sorry I brought this up. I should’ve thought about it further.”

  “You need to hear it all Avery,” he murmured.

  “You know, you’re right. I do. And one day I will. But not tonight. I want this night just to be about us and happy times and looking forward, not back to the past. Okay?”

  “This is exactly why I love you so much.” He kissed me then. It started out as a sweet kiss, but quickly turned steamy as he flipped me on top of him and sat up. I could feel him hardening beneath me and I giggled as he continued to kiss me. When he pulled away from me he asked, “Is there something funny?”

  “Yeah, I think something feels a little left out and is begging for a bit of attention.”

  “Hmm, I think so too. How about wrap your legs around me?”

  I did as he asked and right about then he leaned me back and started sucking on my nipples. He took me by surprise and I gasped as he lightly nipped at me. My gasps quickly turned to purrs as Avery-kitty had resurfaced. Before long, my purrs had morphed into meows and soon I was crying out for more.

  “Ah, it’s nice to hear my Avery-kitty again.” Preston started tracing intricate patterns all over my neck with his lips and tongue and I could’ve sworn I heard other wildlife answering my cries in the distance.

  Preston brought his hand down between us and with a slight shift, I felt his hardness sliding into me.

  “Ah, Avery. You’re so tight and wet around me.”

  I couldn’t answer right then, because I was lost in the feeling of his fullness as it massaged the inside of me. I was shocked when he suddenly stopped moving. He sat up and brought me closer to him, making sure my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. I felt him deep inside of me then.

  “Don’t move baby. Let me do all the work here. If you don’t like this, let me know.”