Men of Firehouse 44: Colby and Bianca's Story by Elizabeth A. Veatch, Crystal G. Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

at the same time.  His earlier plans were over now.  He had wanted to slowly fill her with his cock and when she adjusted, take their action to the wall.  With her legs restrained by her own clothes, it would have made for one hell of a hot fuck.
     
    -Bianca-
     
                  Bianca watched as he slowly started untying the shoelaces of her running shoes.  She was laying there completely naked in front of him and his eyes hadn’t left hers since her earlier admission.  She couldn’t believe that he hadn’t freaked out.  Instead he was fixing to call the entire deal off.  She could see the look in his eyes.  She didn’t want it to be over though.  She wanted to have hot and steamy sex with him.  She hadn’t intended on him being so conscious of her body and figure out that something was wrong.
                  She felt the first of her shoes to go, and then her sock.  She had assumed he would move on to the next but instead, he stood at the end of the bed that her legs were now dangling over, rubbing her foot. 
                  His fingers bore down into the deep tissue that she hadn’t even noticed had needed some attention.  The sensation was relaxing her and felt wonderful.  She grinned as she dropped her elbows that she had been propped up on and laid her head flat.  Her eyes closed as his fingers dug deeper still. 
                  She heard him chuckle and just smiled, knowing it was her reaction that he liked.
                  “I forgot how good those feel.”  She smiled, moaning as he hit tender spots that she hadn’t realized were even there.
                  “How long has been since someone gave you a foot massage?”
                  “Um, not counting my pedicures, um never.”  She laughed.
                  He moved his fingers to the other foot, repeating the same process before he stopped, taking off her shorts and panties the rest of the way.
                  She felt his lips start at the ankle, laying feather like kisses up her leg.  She felt a dip of the bed as he spread her legs wider, opening her so that he could fit between.
                  She moaned and ground her hips as his finger pressed against her again.  Rubbing slowly in circles against her. 
                  Before she could sigh from the loss of his touch, his hands gripped her thighs, lifting her bottom up so that her hips were now tilted upward, her ass resting against the coarse hair of his thighs and giving him the perfect view of her pussy.
                  She didn’t feel shy from the knowledge of him seeing her.  She had never felt bashful when it came to that.  So that wasn’t an issue for her.  The issue was his cock was getting closer and closer to her and she tensed.
                  His fingers bore down into her thighs.  “Relax, Bianca.”  He spoke softly.
                  “Uh huh.”  She had agreed with him, but that didn’t mean that her body would listen to her.
                  “Trust me.”  He whispered, leaning down to kiss her right above her pubic bone before his thumb began working her clit again.
                  “I don’t think I can do that again.”  She said, this time opening her eyes to him.
                  He smiled as if she had just dared him.  “I bet you can.”
                  She began to wiggle against him, his movements, feeling the first signs of release sneaking up on her.  Then she felt him slowly enter one finger, gradually moving it in and out of her.  She felt herself stretch as he added a second. 
                  She moaned as his fingertips massaged her insides, his thumb from his other hand working her clit.
                  She felt herself building even closer as he slowly began moving his fingers in a scissor