Page 24 of Are You Gonna Run?
Running downstairs, I grab a Foxglove scented low-temp pillar candle, a lighter, and a few towels, grinning the whole way back up to my bedroom. I don’t know why I never thought of trying this myself before, but now that it’s been put in my head, I’m not sure it’ll ever leave.
I find Eris walking out of my bathroom still hard, an eager expression on his face as he closes the distance to grab the towels. “You excited too?”
“I just edged you so you’d do what I want. What do you think?” I laugh. “I didn’t complain yesterday because we were busy cupcaking or whatever it’s called, but today? Yeah. I’m excited.”
He tosses me a wink and then sets the towels out on the bed, his gaze flicking to the candle in my hands multiple times in anticipation, and once he disappears and comes back to the bedroom with a wet washcloth, I know it’s time.
His lips meet mine as he backs me toward the bed, laying me down gently after he sets the candle on the nightstand.I’m twitching with need once he starts kissing down my body.
Feeling his tongue on my pussy makes it worse and better all at once. “Fuck, that feels good...”
He hums, flicking his tongue teasingly along my center until I’m shaking, and only then does he pull away to bite my inner thigh. “You’re delicious, Rowyn. I’ll never get enough.”
Eris grabs the candle and lighter, and then straddles my legs, his other hand sliding along my flushed skin as he watches me. “Are you ready?”
I deserved that edging after what I did to him, but it still leaves me breathless. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”
“You have no idea how good you look right now, beautiful.”
He holds the candle and flicks the lighter, smiling wider when the noise makes me flinch. I really hope my products are as good as I think they are.
As the scent surrounds us and the wax starts to drip, I stop breathing, just waiting to see what he’ll do. He holds there, gaze locked with mine as we breathe together, and when he sees whatever he’s looking for in my eyes, he slowly tilts it.
Two drips fall just above my belly button, sending a flash of fear through me right up until they make contact. It’s hot, yes, but it doesn’t burn. It feels... really fucking good.
Biting my lip, I nod for him to continue and watch as he smiles in approval. “Good girl. How’s it feel?”
He pours a little more before I can respond, dripping further south this time until I’m spreading my legs in anticipation. “Hot enough to shock me, but not burn. It’s the perfect kind of pain.”
“That’s what I was hoping. You’re squirming, Rowyn. You think I can’t feel you spreading your legs under me? Does the pain make you desperate to come?”
He drops a few more, this time right next to my nipple. Little tease is seriously making me pay for that half blowjob. “Yes. Don’t you want to fuck me, baby?”
“So fucking much,” he admits. “You want me to fuck you while we play? Make you scream my name all covered in wax?”
God, that sounds amazing. “Mmhm, but... can you... fuck, I want to feel it on my clit.”
“I need to be inside you first.” Eris moves off my legs and then sinks in with ahiss the second I spread them. “So fucking wet. Are you sure you want it there, baby? Are you sure it’s safe?”
In the research I’ve done to make sure I’m making my candles correctly, I know it’s not recommended — but where’s the fun in that? “Just have that washcloth ready and wipe it off after so it doesn’t get inside of me. The wax isn’t that hot, I don’t think it’ll burn.” I’m also too horny right now to care. “Do it, baby. Just a little.”
He looks a little nervous as he nods, but I can tell he won’t deny me. I don’t think he ever would.
Once the cloth is resting next to me, Eris watches me closely as he tilts that candle directly over my clit, and the sensation has me clenching so hard it makes him groan with me.
Oh, god. My eyes roll and it only gets better when the cool cloth wipes the wax away, giving me another new sensation. It’s too much. “Screw the candle, fuck me. Please.”
Eris blows out the candle and then wipes the areas he dirtied haphazardly. He’s just as desperate to come as I am. Once he has everything safely back on thenightstand, he slams his cock back inside and manhandles both of my legs onto his shoulders.
I lose myself completely to the feeling as he bends me in half and fucks me like he’s mad at me, and the three orgasms he rips from me make me never want to stop.
But I teased him a little too much.
I can feel his nails digging into my thighs, my ass, my stomach, and breasts. His fingers leave traces everywhere he touches, his composure slipping just enough for me to see the man that fucked me in the graveyard the day we met. “Tell me this cunt is mine.”
When his rough palm slaps my ass hard,I scream it. “It’s yours!”
“Only fucking mine.” There’s an intensity in his green eyes that has a shiver running up my spine. “You want me to fill it up, don’t you? Fucking love it when I claim you, huh?”
