Free Torch by KD Jones

he asked as he nibbled her neck.
    “I can wait a little while longer on the food. But I can’t wait any longer for you,” Isis told him on a breathy moan.
    “Then...no more waiting.”
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    The flames of passion were burning through her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his head down for a deep kiss. She loved how he kissed her. As if she was everything he had been waiting for. She returned his moves stroke for stroke. He consumed her.
    He didn’t stop kissing her as he lifted her in his arms and she hooked her legs around his waist. Torch carried her to his couch and sat her on the arm. He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled the sides apart revealing her pale blue bra. He released her lips so he could view her.
    “Damn, baby. Look at you.” His eyes were focused on her breasts. He fingered the delicate satin material that blocked what he desired to see the most. With one hard yank he ripped the bra open.
    “Torch! I could have unhooked that.” Isis reached to cover herself with one hand but he wouldn’t let her.
    “It was in my way,” he growled.
    “Well then…” Isis gripped the collar of his t-shirt and pulled hard, ripping his shirt open. When he raised an eyebrow at her, she simply smiled and said, “It was in my way.”
    He fell a little in love with her right then and there. No female had ever desired him this much. It was a major turn on. Torch was on fire for her.
    He cupped her breasts in his hands. She was so soft. Her nipples were pink and pretty. He had to taste them. He lowered his head and sucked one small tip in his mouth. Berries, she tasted like sweet berries. “Mmm…”
    Isis tilted her head back and moaned. “That feels so good, Torch.” She arched her back to give him more. She rubbed his shoulders and back loving the feel of him. He wasn’t as tall or bulky as some of the other fighters, but he was muscled in all the right places. She was small so he still towered over her.
    He pulled back and looked up into her glazed eyes. “Touch your nipples for me.”
    “What?”
    “Touch your nipples with our fingers,” he growled.
    She moved her hands over her breasts and took her nipples in her fingers. They were so sensitive after he had been sucking them. She rarely touched herself like this, and with him watching her it was a little uncomfortable.
    “Now what?” she asked nervously.
    “Cool them,” he said with desire.
    She raised her eyebrow at him. Did she hear him right? “You want me to…”
    “Use your Isian abilities and cool your nipples as cold as you can stand without it being painful,” he growled.
    She pinched herself and allowed her Isian freezing abilities to come forward. She cooled her nipples and they hardened into tight little buds. She watched his eyes darken with desire. She was turned on by how he watched her. It made her feel sexy and feminine.
    “That’s enough.” Torch moved her hands away and lowered his mouth to her nipples again. This time, he used his Voltan abilities to make his mouth and tongue hotter.
    “Torch.” She moaned as the heat of his mouth in combination of the icy coolness of her nipples shot fire throughout her body that went straight to her pussy. “Fuck!” she screamed as the orgasm tore through her just from his suckling her breasts.
    He released her with a pop. “Did you like that?”
    “Oh yes.” She watched him as he unbuttoned her jeans and started to slide them down her short slim legs. He knelt on the floor and helped her step out of them. He then slowly pulled her matching panties down her legs. She bit her lip. What would he think of her?
    “You’re hairless here,” he said in awe, lightly rubbing her mound with his fingertips.
    “Isian females don’t have hair there." She was nervous that he would think her too different. Did he prefer hair?
    Sensing her distress, he reassured her, "You are the most beautiful female I have ever laid eyes on. Spread your legs so I can get a