by Aria Cole
His words urged me on, and I crawled on all fours across the bed, reaching his legs and yanking his dark pants. He grunted and lifted his hips from the bed. When his pants were at his ankles, I was shocked to discover he wasn’t wearing undergarments. He’d been commando all day, for our wedding.
I licked my lips and continued my crawl, finding the crisp white hem of his shirt, fingering the buttons and popping them one by one until his rigid washboard stomach was on display. Tearing the cotton from his shoulders, I tossed it to the floor. I straddled his thighs and rubbed the silky cotton of my thong against his length until his eyes fell back, his fists clenching the pillows around him. I dove in, attacking his strained neck with my lips and tongue, rubbing and grinding against his length until I felt my arousal and beads of pre-cum mixing and dampening my panties.
“Need you now,” he groaned as a hand went to my hair and he stilled me. “You look too fucking good. I want to unwrap you like a present and make you come with my tongue.” He peeled the satin off, appreciating each step with eager eyes. His lips latched onto each nipple as they were revealed to him, his palms covering the fleshy weight of my breasts as I moaned and continued to rock against his chiseled body.
“So sweet and so ready.” Asher slid a palm between us and hooked his thumb in the flimsy strap of my thong. He dragged it down my thighs for a moment before forgoing polite manners and roughly pulling the tender threads from my body. “Sweet girl.” His thumb slid through the slick depths between my legs and worked at my clit until I was trembling on top of him.
“We’re keeping these,” he chuckled when he snapped at one garter that attached at my waist, only an obscenely short skirt covering my now bare bottom.
“Ride me. I want you to lead tonight,” he instructed, and then suddenly I felt his thick length pushing through sensitive flesh and breaching my entrance. I pressed my lips to his, taking him in a long, drawn-out kiss, shedding my fear and my pain and my past in favor of our future together.
“Yes, Asher,” I breathed and nipped at one lip before I sank down on his hard length and felt the world spin wildly out of control. That was Asher’s effect on me. He sent me reeling and kept me safe all in the same breath.
“Eve,” he moaned gutturally as his muscles began to quake and buck with aroused tension. “Eve, my beautiful wife,” he said as his fingers swirled and my own body tightened as an orgasm built between my legs.
“Asher, I love you so much.” Tears squeezed from my eyelids as my release tumbled through me, running from my toes to the nerves at the back of my neck, sending me into another time and place. Asher’s own release followed mine almost instantly, and I relished the touch of his hands at the flesh of my ass cheeks, digging in and allowing me to feel every single shockwave while I rode him.
“Taking my time with you tonight,” Asher huffed. “Taking my time with you every night for the rest of my life.” He nuzzled against my neck. “You’ve always been the only one for me.”
I collapsed against the wall of his broad chest, my heart hammering with everything he’d given me, from the very beginning, to this day now, and the next we’d have in five months when we’d welcome a little dark-haired girl or boy into our world.
My Prince Charming had given me my future and then the world on top of it. He’d washed me clean of all the sorrow and made me pure again. Like the snow outside our window, our love ran fiercely and cleanly through our veins, allowing us to overcome anything, and washing us with the snow-white purity and safety we both desperately needed.
Asher had given me the love I’d craved my whole life, and even more than that, he’d given me back me.
My charming, handsome Asher Strong. The man of my sweetest fairy tales.
Asher and Eve - Ten Years Later
“Happy Mother's Day, gorgeous.” My hands slipped around my wife's waist, pulling her close to nuzzle her neck.
“Thank you.” Eve turned, her dazzling smile meant only for me. I'd never grow old of that smile. More than a decade of marriage and waking up to Eve in the morning was always the bright spot of my day.
“Mama!” Our son barreled through the door, latching his arms around her leg and plopping flat on his bottom.
“Morning!” Eve ruffled his slightly too long locks.
“Happy Mother's Day, Mama.” My daughter's soft little voice, sweeter than an angel's, carried across the kitchen to us.
“Honey!” Eve's hands went to her mouth and my stomach turned.
“She's from us, mama!” The little boy clutching her leg smiled up triumphantly.
Eve bent, arms outstretched. My daughter walked up, a tiny, pure white puppy wiggling in her arms.
“She's just a baby.” My daughter placed the puppy in my wife's arms.
“She's so tiny.” Eve whispered to my daughter, the tiny puppy jumping to lick at Eve's chin.
“This is the first time I ever had a puppy!” My little angel said.
“This is my first puppy too.” Eve murmured, eyes turning up to me once again, and this time I saw water shimmering in her lids. My Eve.
My beautiful, brave Eve.
She'd been through so much in her life, and we'd both come so far since that first night in my house after she was rescued from that monster that had raised her.
But now we had this.
We had a life so full of love it overwhelmed both of us.
Not only were Eve's brother's still a very important part of our lives, but we'd created our own beautiful babies, raised them in a home bursting at the seams with love.
“What are you gonna name her?” I finally asked my love.
Eve grinned, holding the little puppy in her arms and snuggling into the soft fur. “What about...” Even squinted at the puppy. “Tinkerbell?”
Groans from the men in the household echoed around the room just as my little girl clapped her hands and shrieked, “I love it!”
Eve giggled, pulling our son into a one-armed hug, nuzzling the puppy between them. “How did you guys keep this secret? And where did this little girl sleep last night?”
“With me!” Our little girl said. “She likes to cuddle right into my neck.”
“How sweet.” Eve kissed the little puppy then passed her back to our daughter. “Maybe she needs to go outside?”
“Oh, he already did that.” She pointed to my son. “She won't let dad pick her up, I think it's because his voice is scary. So dad makes us take care of her.”
“Oh?” Eve stood, leaning into my chest.
I only shrugged. “She must have heard me telling the kids I like big dogs.”
“You wanted a big dog?” Eve laughed. “I'm so glad we ended up with that little tiny thing.”
“Tinkerbell.” I mumbled, rolling my eyes at my son.
“That's a princess name.” He complained.
“She is a princess!” She escorted the puppy out the front door in her arms.
“We should get a bulldog, dad.”
I arched one eyebrow, suddenly liking the idea of a second dog.
“Woah!” Eve waved her hands in front of my face. “How did my mother's day present turn into a bulldog?”
I shrugged pulling her in for a hug, whispering in her ear. “I just like to kid you, mama.”
“The kids weren't kidding when they said she likes to cuddle.” Eve readjusted the tiny bundle tucked between us into the pillow.
“I've got another present for you.” I slid a hand down her bare thigh, anxious to get my hands on her skin.
I leaned over, whispering my lips across the crook of her neck before the little holy terror of a Mother's Day present went wild. Growling and yapping like the apocalypse was upon her little doggy door, I scooched to my side of the bed. “We've got a problem.”
Eve cooed, lifting the little bundle into her hands and settling her on the little doggy bed the kids had picked out for her.
“Hush, Tink, don't piss off daddy.”
I chuckled when she crawled back in
to bed, her arms curling around my hard chest. “We’ve got an attack dog on our hands.”
“She's just trying to protect my virtue.” Eve slid up my body, lips dusting across my shoulder and neck.
“Someone should tell her you lost your virtue a helluva long time ago.”
“Hey,” Eve nipped at my bottom lip as my hands trailed up the back of her bare legs and under the hemline of the nightie she wore.
“Mmm...” She hummed, suddenly lost in my touch, her hips beginning to rock slowly against me.
“Can't get enough of you, Mama.” I breathed, gripping her thighs in my hands and hauling her out of our bed. Lips attached, legs hooked at my waist, I pressed her back against the cool windows. She sucked in a sharp breath, moonlight dancing across her skin and highlighting the hard peeks of her nipples beneath pale pink satin.
I could devour her.
“Ash--” My name slipped off her lips like syrupy sweet caramel.
My dick pounded with every heartbeat. My need for her, to connect, to love her was overwhelming.
I dropped to my knees, sliding my palms up her legs and parting them, nestling my nose at the crook of her thighs and inhaling the thick scent of her arousal.
I groaned, desire meeting desperation clawing at my insides before my tongue was lapping up her silky folds. Breaths whispered past her lips as her hands threaded into my hair, fingers tugging gently and making my cock pound in a violent rush.
I grasped at the glorious, round cheeks of her ass and pulled her pussy harder against my mouth, using my chin to grind, my teeth to nip softly as she arched and gasped in my hands.
“Oh my god, Ash, you're amazing.” Eve intoned, one hand clutching at my shoulder as her thighs began to quiver under my palms.
She was so close, so fucking close I could feel it coming. “You taste so sweet.”
I pushed one finger deep into her body, hooking softly and feeling her come undone on waves around my hand. Her cunt fluttered and my cock throbbed, my lips coated in her soft silky arousal. I pushed my hands up her body, standing and pulling off the nightie in one fell swoop.
Her hair fell in a curtain around her shoulders, silver glints from the moon highlighting her like a halo.
Eve, my angel.
I positioned her legs around my waist, pushing the waistband of my boxers down and freeing my aching dick. A second later I was sheathed deep inside her, elegant gasps falling from her lips as I slid hard and fast.
I pushed her gorgeous tits together and tongued the tight little buds of her nipples, switching back and forth, sucking and fucking her with my lips as my cock rocked in and out of her soft body.
I loved everything about this one.
Her eyes, her laugh, her heart.
Eve had captured my love long ago, I was an addict for her. I loved only to make her and our family happy. To provide, to nurture, to love them every day so they never doubted where my heart's truth lie.
“Oh my god, Asherrrrrr.” Her fingers clutched at my head as I bounced her on my dick, adjusting the angle I was hitting deep inside her until she was collapsing into a fit of trembles again.
“Jesus, watching you cum is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” I growled, pulling her head to mine in a possessive kiss.
This woman was my life.
There was no denying it, and all I could do was worship at the altar of her heart as long and as often as I could.
“I'd never last a day without you, Eve.” I sunk my lips into her flesh.
“It's a good thing you'll never have to.” She uttered happily, eyes drowsy as her fingertips trailed through my still too-long hair.
“Eve, you're the other half of my soul. I knew it on the day I married you, but I know it even more now.” Our lips pressed together, my tongue plunging past the pink flesh as my thighs tensed, my body pulsing in waves of sweet fucking release into her body.
Her gorgeous, soft, unprotected womb. I'd sink my seed deep into her, love her so hard we made life again and again if she'd let me.
I plunged a hand into her hair, pulling her against my neck and surrendering my lips to another deep kiss. The slow drag of my cock pulling out of her caused shudders to race through her body. She curled her arms around my neck and clung to me.
“Mmm, love me dripping out of you.” I thumbed at her pussy, sliding my cum in soft strokes around her raw flesh. “Right where it belongs now.”
I tucked her into bed beside me, her ass curved against my hips, our bodies melded together from top to bottom. This was what I lived for.
That moment she was all open and soft and exposed to me.
“Love you even more than I did yesterday, Mama.” Our fingers locked as she pressed a kiss to my inner bicep.
“Love you the most, Asher Strong, don't ever doubt that. You saved my life then, and you save me a little more every day now.”
“That's what I like to hear, princess. That's exactly what I like to hear.”
THE END.
Scarlet - A Modern Retelling of Little Red Riding Hood
Beau Loup's world is taken by storm when Scarlet Fair appears in his life.
Her wild red hair haunts his thoughts and her luscious body makes his blood hum with life. She's the first woman to break him of his self-imposed seclusion to make him feel things he never dreamed possible. But she's all wrong for him.
Private schools and garden parties fill the world Scarlet grew up in, and Beau is a rough man with a craving that consumes. When he realizes she may be the only woman with the ability to soften his hard edges, he's determined to show her how a real man loves a woman, and then maybe he can convince her to stay for life. He'll do anything to be her everything and he's bent on making Little Red his. In his mind she already is.
Warning: What happens when the big, bad wolf meets the sweet, redhead of his dreams? Hold onto your panties because we're about to find out!
Chapter 1
Scarlet
I stepped off the train, nerves twisting in my stomach as I looked for a cab. I juggled the duffel on my shoulder and swiped at the sticky heat dampening my forehead. It’d been a few years since I’d been to Gran’s house, summer jobs and studies taking up most of my time these days, but when she’d fallen sick, I knew I had to see her.
I’d dropped everything and cleared my schedule, determined to be there for her all summer. Her frail voice had insisted that she was fine, she didn’t need any help, but I’d refused to hear otherwise. I’d missed her desperately, and I’d let life run away from me, forgetting what was really important. It was time I slowed down, appreciate the old home where I’d spent my childhood summers, and soak up all the love Gran had to give.
A yellow cab sped up to the curb, the driver getting out of the cab and coming around for my bags. I rattled off the address of the old estate before sliding into the back seat, the driver packing my bags in the trunk before getting behind the wheel.
“We’ll be there in approximately twelve minutes, ma’am.”
I shot him a smile. My whole body was drained, and my mind was exhausted, but still excitement coursed through me as all the joyful memories of childhood started to emerge.
My Gran, the greatest woman I know, ninety-two years young and so full of life. Going to her house has always been one of my most favorite summer traditions, but now the idea of going there made me sick with grief and sadness. I was going to my grandmother’s house to say goodbye before the cancer made her too frail and weak. I knew I shouldn’t be so sad⎯she had a full life of utter joy⎯ βυτ at one point, old age can’t be kept at bay any longer. My grandmother was my best friend. She was a sassy, sweet soul, and I wanted to spend all the time possible with her before she was gone.
I glanced down at my lap, where I held a box of pastries purchased at a small Parisian bakery we both loved. My lips formed a smile as the memories of those Sundays, of spending hours in the kitchen secretly eating all these delicious baked confections, flooded my mind. The various flavo
rs and types of pastry were to blame for the extra twenty pounds around my middle.
The car rolled to a stop, and the cab driver got out, opening my door for me. I stepped out onto the stone driveway and peered up at the beautiful brick building that housed so many of my favorite childhood memories. Large, creamy pillars decorated either side of the two-story entry, a wide wraparound porch inviting visitors to stay and have a cup of coffee while overlooking the beautiful, impeccably manicured landscape. The view was breathtaking. It was like looking at a priceless piece by Monet. It was captivating and breathtaking.
“Scarlet!” The excited call from Darla blared from the vast front door. Darla was in her late forties with flawless skin and a soft frame. Her smile was as bright as the sun on a hot summer day, and equally inviting. I ran to her and hugged her fiercely. I had always loved her and her vibrant personality. I had missed her almost as much as I missed Nana.
“Oh, my pretty girl, I have missed you so much. I see you brought some baked goodies. I’ve been watching my figure, but you know how I never could resist those sweets. I swear since working for your gran I’ve gained fifty pounds. She is going to be so happy to see you, darling. I think you are exactly what she needs to lift her spirit.” Darla twisted a lock of my hair between her fingers. “You always had the most beautiful red curls. My sweet girl, how was your trip?”
“I’ve missed you, too, Darla. I may have brought some of those apple turnovers you love so much,” I whispered conspiratorially.
“This is going to be such a fantastic summer. Oh, and wait till you see the new looker that works for your gran. If only I was a few years younger.” She chuckled, and her deep laugh bounced merrily off the walls. When Darla laughed, the world took notice. Like Santa Claus at the mall with a young child on his lap, her laugh was pure joy.