by J. L. Perry
She stands. “Maybe I should go.”
I don’t think so.
“Don’t,” I say, reaching for her. She thinks I’m rejecting her, just like the others. I can’t have her thinking that.
I pull her down onto my lap, engulfing her in my arms. Her body’s trembling as I hold her, or maybe that’s me. My grip intensifies as the fear sets in. The truth is, I want this as much as she does.
Probably more.
Definitely more.
I should just give her what she wants—what we both want. To hell with the consequences. Sooner or later I’m going to have to let her go, anyway. She’s never going to find the man she deserves—the one who can give her everything she desires—while I’m in the picture. I’m too selfish, I’d never allow that to happen.
I don’t want to share her with anyone.
She’s mine.
With the decision made, I lift her off my lap and stand. After throwing a Benjamin on the table, I reach for her hand and stride toward the exit.
“Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“My place.”
We travel in silence. I’m driving faster than I should because I need to get home. I’m desperate. I’m also worried if I analyze this too much, I’m going to end up doing something stupid like talking myself out of it.
I park in the basement and exit the car. She’s already getting out of the passenger side by the time I round the vehicle.
Reaching for her hand, I practically drag her toward the elevator. Once inside, I back her into the wall, my lips crashing onto hers.
I’ve missed her sweet mouth.
“Ashton,” she breathes as her fingers weave into my hair.
My hands slide down to her ass, lifting her off her floor. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Rolling my hips forward, I grind into her center. I’m so fucking hard, it’s been too long.
“Level four.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask before we step into my room. Because once I get her in there, I may not let her leave.
“I’m sure.”
As I stride toward my bed, I place my lips back on hers. Lying Emma in the down, I hover over her.
This is really happening.
My eyes search hers as I try to tame my raging heart. She must sense my trepidation because her hand comes up to rest on my cheek. “It won’t complicate things,” she says.
Yes, it will.
“I hope not.”
“It won’t if we don’t let it.”
I fall silent. A myriad of emotions course through me.
Need. Want. Desire. Fear.
“Please tell me we’ll still be friends tomorrow.”
“I’ll always be your friend, Em.”
“Then, that’s all that matters.”
She drags my mouth back to hers. The sheets are cool on our already heated skin. I need to be inside her yesterday, but I refuse to rush this. I plan on savoring every glorious second of it because this may be the end of us.
My lips skate across her jaw, and I groan into the side of her neck as I inhale her sweet vanilla scent. “I’ve missed your smell. You smell so fucking good.”
Lifting her torso off the bed, I slip her top over her head and unbutton her skirt. The sight of her has me sucking in a sharp breath. She’s wearing a red lace bra and her usual cotton panties.
“Fucking strawberries,” I mutter. “I can’t even look at donut or a cupcake for that matter without thinking of you. You can now add strawberries to that list.”
She laughs. Her donut panties have a permanent home underneath my pillow.
I remove her bra, freeing her spectacular tits. She’s so fucking perfect. Guiding her back down onto the bed, my tongue swirls around her hardened nipple before sucking it into my mouth, simultaneously caressing the other with my hand. So soft. Her lips part as a sweet moan falls from them, the sound going straight to my dick.
“You’re so beautiful, Em. So goddamn beautiful.”
Deliberately, I take it slow, I’m going to relish every damn second of my time with her.
Gradually, I move my way down her body, my lips skimming across every inch of her soft, smooth skin. I’m giving her what she craves. I’m going to worship her body like a temple.
Descending down her stomach, my predatory glare never leaves her once. I blow warm air over her navel before lapping it with my tongue.
“Mmm…”
“Do you like my mouth on you, Em?”
She nods, unable to form words, too lost in the sensation of me.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask as I rain tiny kisses along her lower abdomen. She replies with a whimper as I stand, sliding off her boots followed by her panties.
I stand there for a moment drinking her in. Taking in her naked glory. Perfection. It’s a sight I won’t soon forget. I’ve jacked off so many times to images of this, though nothing compares to actually having her here on my bed, laid out bare, and vulnerable before me.
Falling to my knees, I spread her legs wide, softly blowing air on her exposed bundle of nerves. Her breathing is coming in sporadic spirts as I glance up at her with a mischievous stare, making sure to lick my lips before diving in.
Emma’s back arches off the bed the moment I make contact with her flesh. Our eyes are locked as I lick a path from the base of her slit to the top.
She leans up on her elbows.
“Watch me fuck you with my mouth,” I say as I slide my tongue deep inside her.
“Oh God,” she breathes as her head falls back.
“Do you want me to make you come with my mouth, sweet-thing?”
“P… p… please.”
I smile against her skin. Emma releases a whimper when I slide two fingers inside her, savoring both her taste and the feel of her all at once.
When she raises her hips to my face, I place my free hand on her stomach to hold her down. Her body is completely at my mercy as she melts into my touch, craving everything I’m giving her and more.
In my pursuit to bring her to climax, I suck her clit harder and firmer. Her hands fist in the bed sheets, and her legs start to shake, so I know she’s close. “Come for me, Em.”
Her breathing becomes faster, heavier, and I groan against her flesh when her inner muscles begin to contract around my fingers. The most gratifying and sensual sound falls from her sweet lips as her body convulses beneath me.
This woman undoes me in so many ways.
I continue my assault until I’ve milked every ounce of her pleasure. I could do this with her for the rest of my life and never tire.
I rain soft kisses along her inner thigh when I’m done. “Tu me débrouilles, mon amour,” I whisper against her skin. You unravel me, my love.
Sliding my fingers from her heat, I place them in my mouth, tasting her again.
She’s addictive.
Emma’s body is lying in a limp, sedated bliss when I stand. It’s a beautiful sight.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says, making me chuckle.
“I’m about to rectify that.” I pull my shirt over my head and pop the top button on my jeans while she watches my every move.
“I need to touch you.” Sitting up, her fingertips glide over my abs as she leans and runs her tongue along the band of my boxers. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispers against my skin, sliding my jeans and boxers down my thighs.
My dick sits heavy between my legs as she reaches for it, running the pad of her thumb over the precum beading on the head. As much as I’d love to feel her porn-star mouth wrapped around my cock again, I’m yearning to be inside her.
“I need to fuck you, Em. I need to be inside you.” I’ve been dreaming about this moment for almost three months.
My heart is thundering in my chest as I reach for a condom. It’s partly from anticipation, but it’s also laced with panic. I’m scared where things will go for us from here. I don’t want to lose her.
I kiss my way up her body before settling between her legs. “Are you sure you want to do this.”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I brush my lips with hers. “It’s been almost two years for me, remember. So, take it easy on me.”
My eyes scan over her face as I brush the hair from her forehead. I don’t do soft and gentle, but for her, I will. “Okay, but rest assured when I’m done, the second time will be my way. I’m going to fuck you how I want… hard. So, fucking hard.”
Her eyes widen, but she’ll be thanking me when I’m done. She’s going to love it as much as I do.
Fucking is my forte.
Lifting Em’s arms above her head, I interlace our fingers together. Our gazes are locked as I slide the tip of my cock inside her. “Fuck, Em,” I growl. She feels like heaven. I’m not even fully in yet, and I’m already lost in her paradise.
Rolling my hips, I push forward, burying myself deep inside her. I’m in no way prepared for the magnitude of emotions that course through me when I do. Her pussy wraps around my cock like a glove. So fucking tight. A perfect fit like she was made just for me.
I know at this exact moment it’s all over.
My eyes roll back in my head.
“Je suis foutu,” I groan. I’m ruined.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
EMMA
“Wrap your legs around me, Em,” he says as his lips meet mine. I do as he asks. “Fuck, yes, you feel amazing… so fucking good. I want to climb inside you and never leave.”
Ashton’s grip on my hands tightens as he rocks his body into mine in deliciously long, slow thrusts. I’m so full—full of him—and I can’t put into words how magnificent it feels. Even the way he kisses me is like nothing he’s ever given me before. It’s soft, sensual, loving. This doesn’t feel like sex or fucking, it feels like he’s making love to me. Not just with his body, but his heart—his soul.
I surrender to him, giving myself over completely. “Ashton,” I breathe as his lips skim across my jaw and down my neck.
“I love it when you say my name like that.”
His movements quicken and a drawn-out moan falls from my parted lips as he takes my body higher. Higher than it’s ever gone before. My legs tighten around his waist as I lock my ankles together and hold on for dear life.
My pelvis bucks forward as I meet him stroke for stroke. “That’s it, baby, fuck me. God, Em, I can’t get enough of you.”
Ashton releases my hands and unhooks my legs before rolling us over, so I’m now straddling his lap. “I need to see you riding my cock.” His eyes are glued to where our bodies join. There’s a look of wonderment on his face. His hands grip my hips as he lifts me, withdrawing to the very tip before slamming me back down.
We both moan in unison.
He’s so big.
So deep.
I’m in ecstasy.
My pelvis rotates in a circular motion as I grind myself against him. “Jesus… fuck,” he grates out. His hooded eyes move up to meet mine. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How perfect your pretty pussy looks wrapped around my cock.” His hands slid up to palm my breasts. “How spectacular your tits look as they bounce around while you ride me.”
His words spur me on.
Ashton’s enjoying this as much as I am.
I feel desired.
Sexy.
Wanted.
His words give me the confidence I need, something I’ve never had with another man. I place my hands on his shoulders as I rise before sinking back down, then I grind in a circle and repeat the process over and over again.
Lift. Sink. Grind.
Lift. Sink. Grind.
Gripping my hips, he meets me thrust for thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping together and our cries of pleasure.
I’m like a lust-crazed sex maniac. I ride him like there’s no tomorrow. If this were a rodeo, I’d be going home with the championship belt.
My body climbs to the point of no return, and the orgasm that rips through me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. It’s endless and so intense, for a moment I think I may even pass out or possibly even die.
At least I’ll die a happy woman with a huge smile on my face.
“Emma,” Ashton roars as his body bucks into mine a few more times before finding his own release.
He’s still deep inside me as my body flops forward until I’m lying against his chest. We’re both breathless and our hearts are racing. He wraps his arms tightly around my torso. “I have no words for that… no fucking words.”
“Ditto.”
Wow, just wow.
It’s the best I’ve got right now.
Minutes pass before he rolls me onto my back, hovering his body over mine. Immediately, I feel the loss when he slides out of me. I’m dazed, my mind still trying to comprehend what just happened. I never knew it could be like that.
Ashton cups the back of my head as he runs his nose across my cheek, peppering tender kisses along the way. “Mine,” he whispers in my ear before drawing back and staring down at me.
I can’t quite read the look on his face. I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking at this moment.
Eventually standing, he removes his condom, but his eyes remain locked with mine, the expression on his face is so intense. “Give me a few minutes to clean up,” he eventually says. “When I come back, I want you on all fours. I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy of yours until you’re screaming my name.”
Yes, please.
He winks before turning and heading toward the bathroom.
My eyes are glued to his tight buns.
He’s so damn sexy.
I nuzzle my face further into his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent. I’m still wrapped tightly in his arms as he sleeps soundly beside me. My dad is the only man ever to have hugged me in a way that made me feel safe, protected, and cared for. But this is different, he makes me feel all of those things and so much more.
Ashton’s a man I want to love, and someone I want to love me in return, but I know that’s not possible. He warned me he’s not capable of love, although there were moments last night I felt like that’s what he showed me.
I shudder with the knowledge I still want him nevertheless. I want him so much that I will take anything he gives.
I lost count of how many times he brought me to orgasm and how many different ways he took me.
It was magical—the best night of my life. I know he felt it too. Ashton was just as lost in me as I was in him. Never did I believe such a strong physical connection to another human being was possible, but that’s exactly what we had. We bonded on a level far greater than I ever dreamed. I finally understand the hype behind sex. I needed to experience it with the right person—with him. I let all the pain of my past go giving myself to him completely.
Body, heart, and soul.
And it was glorious.
It was freeing.
I’m not sure where we’ll go from here. I hope somewhere, but either way, I have no regrets. None whatsoever. I’ll never forget what we shared, what Ashton gave me. I’d rather his friendship than nothing at all. I need him in my life.
I use this time to observe him. Honestly, I could stare at him forever. He looks so peaceful, and so ridiculously good looking like he was finely sculptured by a master craftsman.
Contentment washes over me, my heart cracking open. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s euphoric.
He’s lying on his back, and I’m snuggled into his chest as I stare up at him. My smile grows as my fingers lightly ghost along his jaw. Words will never be enough to thank him for what he gave me. And I’m not just talking about the countless orgasms. It was something far deeper on a more spiritual level.
Ashton stirs.
“Good morning,” I say, pressing m
y lips against his cheek. I’ve never woken up beside a man before, and I’m so glad he’s my first. I wish he were my first with everything, but I know you can’t undo the past. If I can take anything from that knowledge, it’s knowing the men who came before him only make me appreciate this moment so much more. For that, I’m grateful.
A hint of a smile tugs at his lips. “Morning, Em.” His deep voice grumbles from his sleepy haze. He scrubs his hand over his face before rolling onto his side. His piercing blue eyes scan my face as he lightly skims his knuckles across my cheek. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Wonderful.” I’m sore but in the most delicious way. “Last night was everything I hoped it would be. Thank you.”
He chuckles. “You don’t have to thank me. Jesus. I’m pretty sure I got just as much if not more from it.”
“You’re wrong, I do. I’ll never forget last night. Never. I’m only sorry I waited so long. I was scared you were just like the rest of them, and I didn’t want to get hurt. But I was wrong. You showed me what it feels like to be wanted, desired, and cherished. I’ve never had that before.”
“I’m good at what I do.”
Reaching up, I run my fingers through his hair. “I hate to admit it, but you’re right. You’re like the king of orgasms. You rocked my world last night, Mr. Barclay.”
The grin on his face is huge. “I’m glad you’ve finally realized how tremendous I am.”
I roll my eyes. “At the risk of making your giant ego even larger to the point where your big head gets so enormous this bed may even collapse …” he chuckles, “… I think I’ve fallen a tiny bit in love with you.”
Shock registers on his face as he studies me for a moment. Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that to him, but it’s the truth. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt so connected to another human being.
He gives me hope.
Hope for the future.
Hope for an us.
Ashton pulls my face into his chest, holding me so tight it’s almost crushing. “Em… my sweet Em,” he whispers into my hair. I can feel his body trembling, and his heartbeat thumps wildly in my ear. It’s like he doesn’t want to let me go, and the truth is, I don’t want him to. I want to stay with him, just like this. Forever.