Fever-epub (4 page)

“Tell me, Sara.  How long has it been since your kitty has purred?”

Her fingers raced through his hair, and it shocked him how her touch went right through him.  Her head lolled to the side, her lids fluttered. 

“What?” she asked, and he could tell it took effort for her to speak. 

“I need to assess the situation and devise my treatment plan accordingly.  If your kitty hasn’t purred in a very long time, then I believe extreme measures might need to be taken.  And I, of course, want to use the right tool for the right job.”

He could tell his words excited her by her quick intake of air and disjointed response.  “Oh, yes, yes, extreme measures, right tool.”

This time Mitch blew a cool breath over her clit, and using slow, sinuous circles that seemed to drive her wild, he stroked her delicate flesh with the rough pad of his thumb. 

“Oh God,” Sara cried out.  He felt her legs buckle.  With a slight nudge, he urged her backward, and propped her against the wall for support. 

Turning his attention back to the juncture of her legs, to her beautiful, perfect pussy, he made a
tsk
ing sound and shook his head.

“What is it?” Sara whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair, guiding his mouth to her sex, conveying without words what she needed. 

“It’s not looking good.”  His nose nudged her clit and she gasped, her hips jutting forward, her pink lips colliding with his mouth, seeking more.  Her boldness thrilled him.  His groin screamed, demanding attention, demanding he strip off his gear and fuck her, like she wanted.  Like he wanted.  But he was so goddamned revved up, he knew he wouldn’t last five fucking minutes, and he wanted to last.  He wanted to take his time, he wanted to play with her and give her the wild fantasy she craved.  All night long. 

“Please, Mitch,” she begged, her voice as shaky as her body.  Her fingers left his hair and moved to her pussy.  She spread her wet lips wide, offering her sex up to him so nicely.

His body hummed with passion, need, and sexual frustration.  “Jesus Christ,” he cursed under his breath as she stood there, her plump pussy lips spread wide-open, his for the taking. 

Lust rushed through his bloodstream and made him mad with the need to devour her.  His flame-resistant coat did little to keep the fire at bay.  He stood, inched back, and tore it off, never once taking his eyes off her glistening pussy and the way she’d offered it up like a dessert tray at a buffet.

He sank to his knees once again.  The urgent need to delve into her sweetness and savor all her offerings took hold of him.  Unable to control himself any longer, he leaned in for a deep, thorough taste.  “Mmmmm…” he moaned, inhaling her aroused aroma.  His tongue made a slow pass over her clit and then dipped inside to lap at her sweet feminine syrup.  He stroked from front to back, slowly at first, and then harder with each pass.  A low hiss came from Sara’s lips.  She moved restlessly beneath him. 

“Jesus, you taste so fucking good,” he whispered from between her thighs. 

His passion reached new heights as he dusted kisses over her creamy pussy.  Christ, he’d never tasted anything finer. 

He spent a long time between her legs, devouring her delectable softness.  He nibbled, licked, and sucked greedily on her lush clit, until her moans of pleasure merged with his.  He loved how her entire body quivered beneath his ministrations.  His hands climbed higher to touch full breasts through her lace bra.  She closed her fingers over his, kneading her hard nipples right along with him, fueling his lust and sparking his imagination.  There was nothing like a woman who took her pleasure into her own hands. 

After his mouth had had its fill, he inched back.  The sound of her sexually frustrated groan reached his ears and pleased the hell out of him.  He loved how she responded to him, he loved how crazy his tongue made her, and he especially loved this sexy, little resuscitation game they were playing. 

In a low, hushed tone, he said, “Sara, after a closer examination, I realize extreme measures must be taken.  Your kitty is in dire need.  It’s much worse than I’d originally thought.”

Her lids sprang open.  “It is?” she asked, feigning surprise. 

“Yes, it is.  I think you should see for yourself.”  He took one of her fingers and guided it to her gorgeous, kiss- swollen opening. 

Her lashes fluttered and she moaned deep in her throat, seemingly understanding his intentions immediately.  It surprised him how easily she slipped into her role, how easily she read his desires.

She shot him a smoldering look and eased one of her fingers inside.  In a low, sultry tone, she said, “Ah, yes, I see, Mitch.  No worries though I believe I know just what to do.” 

Exhaling quickly, Mitch went back on his heels, watching in mute fascination as Sara pushed her finger all the way up inside her passion-soaked cleft.  Her lids drifted shut as her other hand went to her clit, for a deep, therapeutic massage. 

Mitch’s body broke out in a sweat, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe as he watched her masturbate for his pleasure.

She began moving her finger in and out, in and out, touching herself without inhibition, taking control of her own needs, the same way one would when alone in bed, the same way he had for the last week while visions of Sara danced in his head. 

As she took great pleasure in riding her finger, his muscles bunched, and without thinking he slipped his hand inside his pants to grip his cock.  He was ready to explode just from watching her.  He groaned low in his throat as he stroked himself.  The sound gained Sara’s attention.  Her lids inched open, and the two of them exchanged a long, heated look.  When their eyes connected and locked, something inside Mitch softened.  Before he had time to examine it further, Sara’s gaze dropped to his crotch, where she could see the outline of his hands working overtime inside his pants.  She gave him a slow smile to let him know that she was enjoying his sexy show. 

She spread her legs impossibly wider, affording him a better view of her sex as her finger dipped in and out of her liquid silk. 

She was so goddamned wet, her cream was dripping down her legs.  Mitch swiped his hand over her soaked thigh, coating his finger with her juice.  When he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean, she threw her head back and pinched her clit.  Her bold behavior excited him more than he would have expected.  He couldn’t believe how sexy, how wild she was with him. 

He knew she was performing this sexy little solo act - for him.  Despite everything warning him to keep the night about sex and fantasies, her actions touched him on another level.  A rush of tenderness overcame him and he fought valiantly to suppress his emotions.

Sara might be a sweet, small town girl, but he loved that she was comfortable enough with him, and her own sexuality, to masturbate for his pleasure. 

No woman had ever done that for him before.  It was always about their pleasure, their fantasy, never his.  He watched for several more minutes, until the need to touch and taste her propelled him into action. 

“Let me give you a hand, babe.”  His index finger breached her opening and together they moved their fingers in and out of her slick entrance.  Sara’s eyes glazed.  Her head wobbled to the side. 

Mitch nudged her chin with his.  “We’re getting there, but I’m afraid it might take me all night long to breathe life back into your kitty and get it purring again.”

“Yes, yes, all night,” she murmured, her voice raspy.

He pushed his finger in deeper, her walls closing around him like a silken glove.  “Are you up for that, Sara?”

She drew her finger out, granting him deeper access, and gripped his shoulders for support.  “Oh yes, I’m up for that.”  She began rocking her hips, riding his thick finger feverishly.  With his free hand, Mitch snaked his arm around her waist, following the sensuous sway of her body. 

Watching her gyrate on his finger pushed him to the edge of oblivion.  What he really wanted was to watch her gyrate on his cock, but there would be plenty of time for that.

Face flushed, her hands gripping his shoulders, she picked up the tempo.  Her movements became quicker and faster as she chased an orgasm.  He slipped another finger inside her for a deliciously snug fit. 

“That’s a girl, Sara.  Keep riding.  It’s going to take effort on both our parts to get your kitty up to par.” 

He could feel soft quakes begin at her core and knew she was close, so very, very close to release, but he wasn’t quite ready to bring her over just yet.  He wanted to give her so much more than a quick, hurried orgasm.  Nostrils flaring, he eased his fingers out, giving her no reprieve from the tension building inside her. 

She looked alarmed.  “No, don’t stop.”

Mitch chuckled.  He had no intention of stopping.  He was far from done with the little vixen.  In fact he’d only just begun to discover all her fantasies.  “I don’t think that’s working, Sara.  I believe I’m going to have to amp up my efforts and switch tools.”

Gone was her alarm.  Intrigue moved in to take its place.  Dark eyes came alive with curiosity.  Her breathing was heavy, labored.  The soft blade of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.  “Yes, Mitch, of course.  You’re a professional firefighter so I trust you to choose the right tool for the right job.”  Her voice deepened with undeniable excitement. 

He loved how she played along.  He smiled as everything in him reached out to her.  Damn, she really was something else.  Unlike all the other women he’d been with, Sara was interested in this being a fantasy for him, too. 

Mitch climbed to his feet and gathered her into his arms.  Her hair fell over her face and he brushed it back, taking great care in tucking it behind her ear.  Desire clouded her eyes and her breath caught.  She shivered, her body reacting to his touch. 

Wanting to keep the intimate contact at all times, he pulled her closer.  Her small hands raced around his neck, her fingers linked together. 

Seeking an even deeper intimacy, Mitch put his lips close to hers and ravished her mouth.  Warm and firm, she pressed against him.  Aching to feel his cock inside her hot heat, he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked until her mouth was raw and swollen.  His tongue sank inside, an urgent exploration.  With deep, hungry thrusts, he lashed against the side of her mouth, and then tangled his tongue with hers, swiping her teeth, her lips.  As they traded kisses for a long time, her arms tightened, holding him to her, offering herself up to him completely.  Her body melted against him as he pillaged her with his tongue.  When she gave a needy whimper, an unexpected rush of emotions and sensations ripped through him and caught him off balance.  Mitch broke the kiss and inched back. 

Sara sucked in air, her eyes smoldering.  She touched his cheek and whispered in a soft tone, “Wow.”  A flurry of emotions passed over her face and he wondered what she was thinking. 

His body thrummed, and blood pulsed through his veins.  His grin was slow and easy, even though that kiss had shaken him to his core.  He worked to compose himself before he dropped to his knees, dragged her down along with him, and fucked her until sun up.

Reining in his lust, he said, “Wow yourself.” 

Fuck…
He cursed under his breath, berating himself for feeling things he knew better than to feel.  But with just one kiss, the little vixen had broken through his defenses without even trying. 

Her voice pulled him from his musings.  “Maybe seeing you naked will help with the resuscitation.”  She gripped his shirt and tugged. 

Mitch stepped back, tore off his shirt in one swift movement, and discarded it.

“Keep going,” she whispered, her voice low and hoarse. 

His pants and everything under them followed until he stood before her stark naked, his arousal throbbing, clamoring for her attention.

“Oh my,” he heard her murmur as dark eyes latched on to his cock.  “I believe we’ve just found the necessary
tool
.”  She wiggled her finger, motioning him closer. 

When he stepped into her personal space, her soft hand closed around his shaft and stroked gently.  She moaned, low in her throat.  Her fingers felt like fire on his flesh.  Her other hand slipped between his legs and cupped his balls. As she cradled them with the utmost care, her thumb caressed the base of his shaft gently. 

Sweet fuck! 

His cock clenched and tightened.  His sperm put on their running shoes and lined up at the starting gate.  Dammit, the last thing he wanted was to explode on impact.  He was a firefighter, not a crash-test dummy for Christ’s sake.  He eased back, his cock throbbing and begging for release as it slipped from her hand.  Her groans of protest morphed into moans of pleasure when he gathered her in his arms and laid her out on the cushiony chair.  Heat and desire colored her skin from head to toe, making her look so damn sexy. 

He needed to fuck her.  Jesus Christ, did he ever need to fuck her.  But first he wanted to help cool her body down.  By any means possible. 

Reaching behind him, he pulled his ice-cold water bottle from his jacket.  Sara watched his every movement.  “I think the first thing we need to do is gain control over that fever.  You’re burning up.” 

He snapped open the lid on the bottle and offered her a drink.  When she finished, she handed it back. 

“Thanks,” she whispered.  “That’s much better.”

If she thought that was all he had in mind for the ice water, she was sadly mistaken. 

Mitch inched her legs open and nestled himself in between them.  He leaned over her.  “You’re still dangerously hot, Sara.  Let me check your temperature.”  Pressing his arms to the chair on either side of her, he bent forward, swiped her nipple with his tongue and then drew it into his mouth for a thorough taste.  He released a low moan as her bud tightened in heavenly bliss. 

“Oh God,” she cried, quivering beneath him.

Mitch scraped his teeth over her tender flesh.  “You’re burning up, babe.  Extreme measures definitely need to be taken.” 

He went back on his heels and without warning poured a generous amount of cold water over her breasts.  The water practically sizzled when it reached her hot flesh.