Sex on Fire

It was late by the time we got home, exhausted but so happy after such a beautiful birthday. The way he spoiled me all day, with the most stunning gift of breathtaking Swarovski necklace and earrings, I wanted to give him something back. Something playful. Something daring I’d secretly wanted to try for a while.

I left my g-string on and pulled my soft sleep top just high enough to expose one breast. The room glowed softly from candlelight as I tilted the candle, letting warm wax drip slowly onto my thigh. I dragged the heat across my skin, down toward my hip, then back up over my stomach. My fingers wrapped around my breast, squeezing gently, tightening my nipple as I lowered the candle closer.

The wax spilled over my skin in slow, hot waves, coating the sensitive flesh. The sting burned just enough to make my body tense and ache for more. I held my breath as the heat faded into pleasure, my nipple hardening beneath the wax. My other hand moved to my second breast, gripping firmly while I let more wax fall, drip by drip, surrounding the other nipple until both were flushed, sensitive, and aching with arousal.

He shifted closer, his body hovering over mine. He slid my panties to the side and traced one finger slowly around my clit before slipping lower. I loved the sound my body made when he touched me softly — that wet, needy sound that always gave me away.

I moved the candle lower, over my chest and belly button, letting tiny drops of wax land along my pubic bone. The heat sent a shiver straight through me. He spread my legs wider, massaging my thighs as his hand travelled slowly upward until his fingers circled my clit again and again, teasing me until my hips started to move against him.

I blew out the candle and grabbed his wrist, forcing his fingers deeper inside me. He curled them perfectly, stroking that spot that weakened my entire body. The pressure built fast — the full-body tingling, the tightening in my stomach, that desperate feeling right before release.

Then I turned my head.

And froze.

Off to the left side of the bed, small flames were suddenly dancing across the blanket.

“OH FUCK, BABE — THE BED’S ON FIRE!”

We both launched ourselves at it, grabbing the nearest thing we could find to smother the flames. Somehow between the panic, the yelling, and trying not to burn the house down, we ended up hysterically laughing on the floor afterwards.

Apparently I hadn’t blown the candle out quite as well as I thought. I made sure I blew him alot harder 🤭❤️‍🔥