I froze solid.
“Is my sister in the guest bedroom?” Fanny asked casually as if her appearance didn’t mean anything when in fact it meant everything to me.
“Yeah,” I returned nonchalantly.
“Good.” She went to the door and knocked. Hollie opened it.
“Call the lawyer,” Fanny told her passing her the cordless phone.
“I planned to.” Hollie cast a glance my way. “You and Ash spending the night together?” she asked.
“Is that a rhetorical question?”
Relief bubbling up in me, I smiled.
“You got plenty of protection?” Fanny asked, facing me once more.
My grin widened. “Yeah.”
“We’ll see.” She arched a saucy brow. “I got a water bottle from the fridge upstairs and took the pill. Your doctor was very supportive. And he thinks very highly of you. Says you’re extremely responsible.”
I shrugged.
“He told me you’ve been abstinent since the initial tests were run to make the diagnosis.”
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
“So you and Renee?”
“I didn’t want her that way anymore. Not after I met you.”
“That process you mentioned?” She shook her head. “A whole lot or maybe not a lot has happened since then depending on your perspective, I guess.”
“I’ve been hung up on you quite a while, Fanny Bay.”
“Ash,” she sighed. I loved when she said my name that way, as if in awe, as if I was the answer to every question. She crossed the apartment, her steps quick and her path to me direct. If it had been up to her, if I had just shown up, I think the path to us might have started at that coffeehouse that day.
“What are you thinking?” She asked, taking my forgotten beer from my hands and setting it aside. I grabbed her and drew her into my arms. My hands gliding low to the subtle curve of her hips, I told her the truth. “You. Fanny. I’m thinking about you. I’m nearly always thinking about you.”
“Thinking or preparing for action?”
“Truthfully? Both. Mostly the latter.”
“Oh-my-gosh, Ash.”
Yeah,” I agreed. “Been waiting a while. I’m going to devour you.” I bent and hefted her into my arms. She gasped. Headed to my bedroom, I strode there fast with a definite purpose in mind. Entering it, I adjusted my hold of her to slam the door closed, then moved inside and set her down at the foot of my bed. That was when I realized I had the best friends in the entire world. I mean I suspected before, ok I knew. But this made it official in a spectacular kind of way. The candles were only the battery kind, sure, but they flickered romantically, and those wonderful friends of mine had placed them all over the fucking room.
“Pretty certain I was a sure thing, huh?”
“I didn’t do it. Honest.” I slid my hands up her arms, along her shoulders and framed her pretty face. “My friends. Our friends,” I corrected. “They’re all eternal optimists.”
“Oh my,” she said, the wonder in her tone mirroring mine. “I love them.”
“So do I, little one.” I dipped my head and lowered my mouth to hers. “So do I.” Her lips. They were so soft. So warm. I brushed mine across them, turned her head gently, re-angled and kissed her again. Softer then deeper, I coaxed her lips apart, sliding my tongue inside and enjoying her taste and the way her fingers urgently flexed on my forearms.
“Ash,” she mewed against my lips when I lightened up my ravenous assault on hers. Only because I needed a breath. I was going in again, deeper, harder, longer.
“I’m not kidding about the devouring. Is there a problem?” I lifted my head a fraction of an inch.
“Yes.”
“Ok. Tell me. I want you to tell me everything. What you like. How it feels.” I searched her smoky gaze flickering with an elicit fire. “Whatever. However. You’re mine. And I’m yours. No embarrassment. Understand that your pleasure increases mine.”
“Yeah?” She smiled slowly. “Well that goes both ways in case you didn’t know. I was just going to tell you that I’m already totally and completely turned on. And you have too many clothes on.”
I grinned and yanked the tails of my dress shirt from my pants. “Get naked, little one.” I reached for the buckle on my belt. “Fast,” I snapped watching her remove her top with heated eyes. “If you’re too slow…”
She yelped when I smacked her ass. “You wouldn’t?” she whispered. Her purple high-tops thrown aside, she was already shimmying out of her yoga pants.
“I might. You better hurry.”
I didn’t really mind that it took her more time than me to undress. Fanny, nude? Yeah, I wanted to have time to savor every inch of her. So pretty her cap of ruby hair, her pretty features, big grey eyes full of passion, her lips swollen from my kisses, but I passed over them for now. Her slim shoulders. So graceful. Delicate. And her tits. I stroked my cock. Soon. Soon. I was going to climb up over her, pump and spill my seed all over them. That was something I had definitely imagined doing. But for now, I sent my greedy gaze lower. Her tiny waist I could span with both my hands. Slender shapely legs. I wanted them wrapped around me, her beautiful tits bouncing as I pounded my cock inside her.
I groaned, reached for her and drew her toward me. Sitting on the bed, I pulled her onto my lap, draping her legs over the side of mine, lowered my head and fastened my mouth to hers, sharing between deep thrusts of my tongue all that I had just imagined and wanted to do to her.
“Ash, yes. Please. Do them. Do them all.”
So, I set out to do just that. Why deny her? Why deny myself?
I spanned her waist. I lifted her gloriously naked body, twisted at my own waist and tossed her into the center of the bed behind me. I didn’t waste any time covering her nakedness with my own. A press of my weight to hers, smooth and creamy curves to rough and hard contours. Then I came up on my hands and scooted down her body. I had seen something decadent glistening on her inner thighs.
“Ash,” she gasped, coming up on her elbows as I lowered my head, put my mouth on her skin, licking and lapping the honeyed essence I found. “Oh my gosh.” Her thighs quivered in my firm grip.
“Lay back, I growled, my lids heavy from the pleasure of her taste. “Tits next.”
“Yes.” She threw herself back and cupped her hands around them, lifting them for me like I’d had her do before, only this time I didn’t hesitate to partake. I licked, then suckled the pink-tip of one perfect globe. Gliding my mouth over to the other, I licked a wide then a contracted circle, sucking on the tight nipple inside my mouth while twisting and tugging with my fingers the elongated dusky perfection of the one I’d abandoned.
Her lush lips parted. She was panting now.
Fucking gorgeous.
I climbed up and tasted her mouth again. Thrust my tongue deep a couple of times before I nipped her lips. Scraping them with the edge of my teeth, I then soothed the sting with a sweep of my tongue.
“I’m going to come, Ash,” she warned against my lips. Her legs moved restlessly. “Get that condom properly applied on that incredible cock of yours. I want to feel it. Feel you. Come with you inside of me.”
I was already off her, my arm outstretched. My hand slapped at the stack of foil packets on the nightstand. I was shaking so badly I barely managed to snag one. I returned to her, shoved my knee up between her thighs spreading them wider and positioned myself. Kneeling before her, I brought the packet to her lips. She tore it open with a firm snap of her teeth and sideways ripping motion of her head.
I rolled it on quickly, smoothed my hand over my length to make certain it was properly applied, and suddenly her hands were there, too.
“Hurry,” she urged me, her fingers frantic.
Dropping one hand to the bed, I found her with the other. She was soaked, her clit taut. We aligned my cock together. Her hips lifted, and I surged inside her. Sheathed, blunt tip to hilt, she took all of me.
“Look at me, little rose
.” She opened her eyes. The candles flickered on her face. “We’re joined now. We’re one. You’re so beautiful,” I praised, stroking shallow and plunging in deep, gliding along the gloss of her palpable desire with the steely edge my own.
“You’re so,” she trailed off. “So…mmm.” Her lids fluttered half-closed while I stroked in and out of her, ecstasy clawing at me already desperate to be released. “So perfect.”
“Grab my ass, gypsy.”
She grabbed. I started to move faster, lust tearing through me, my shallow strokes shallower and my deep ones deeper.
Feeling her slick heat clenching around me, I groaned.
She gripped me tighter, her channel tightening rhythmically around me. “Ash,” she panted, her nails digging into my ass
“Fanny,” I praised. She started to tremble, lifting her hips, seeking more, giving me more even as she received. I started pounding inside her. Deep so deep.
“Fanny,” I groaned, my cock swelling inside of her.
“Ash,” she praised, and I felt it hit her. Her nails tight on my ass. Her cunt tighter around my engorged cock. “Oh, Ash. Oh, Ash.” Her eyes fluttering closed. Shudders racked my body as she gave it all to me. Everything. And I gave it back to her, all of me in return, wave after wave filling the condom as I thrust deep inside her.
Chapter Forty-Two
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Fanny
Sitting up in the bed, I watched him go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Ash in a towel had been one thing. Ash with his powerful masculine body totally nude was a mind-blowing experience.
Oh and then there was the sex…
I collapsed back into the bed, totally sated. Gathering the top sheet we had rumpled to my nose, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ash asked. “Are you sniffing the sheets?”
“Your scent. Yours and mine mixed together.
“For real?” He rolled his eyes as he climbed back into bed. Whipping the sheet up and getting under it with me, he grabbed me and drew me into his side.
“Yours is divine. All sea air and citrus.” I curled in closer. Throwing my arm around his lean waist and my thigh over his strong legs, I melded myself to him and his warmth. “If only I could duplicate it and put it in a bottle. Lotion, shampoo, the works. I’d make a fortune.”
On his back, he draped his arm around me and drew my body more firmly into his. My breasts were crushed into his solid side. I was already clinging to him my pussy smashed against his hard thigh, wrapped around him without any space between us. But apparently all that melding I had been doing hadn’t been close enough.
“You been thinking about your business?”
“Um, no, not really. I mean, how could I? I just had the best sex of my entire life with the man I… with the one I…”
Too soon Fanny, I cautioned myself. It was too soon to make a declaration.
“Best I ever had,” I concluded lamely.
“What we did just now wasn’t sex, Fanny.” He turned to look at me, his expression hard. “Or fucking. Or fooling around. I’ve had enough experience with those lesser things to know the difference. I was making love to you just then. Another first for me.”
“Ash, I…”
“It’s ok,” he interrupted, the stroking motion of his fingers on my skin stilling then starting again. “I’ll go slower this next time to be sure you don’t fail to notice the difference.” The soft up and down motion of his caress on my arm was making my nipples points and me shivery and all turned on again.
“I’ve only been with you once,” I defended myself. How was I supposed to make a comparison?
“Don’t worry, little one. You’ll get plenty more opportunities to clarify things in your mind.”
“Oh?”
“Definitely. And as long as we’re clearing things up. It’s only you and me from now on. No one else. I realize circumstances were such that you couldn’t contact your boyfriend while we were seeing what happened between us. But circumstances have definitely changed. And we’ve certainly seen what’s between us. I want you to let that country singer know as soon as possible that it’s over between you two.”
“A little possessive, are you?”
“Oh yeah. Another first. A very important one. Just you. Just me. No sharing. Ever.” He shifted, climbed up over me, caging me in between his arms. I saw that flicker of light in his eyes again. The one I’d seen when I had told him that he had given me more than just the kiss to treasure. “With you everything is different, Fanny. Let me show you what I mean.”
And he proceeded to do just that.
Lowering his head, he kissed me long and slow. His firm lips suctioned mine. He glided his tongue in and out until I was drunk on his taste, sucking each time he plunged it inside my mouth. I slid my hand up his sinewy arms, clinging to him, his skin heated and the muscles beneath it steel. Even though I was lying flat on my back on the bed, his considerable weight pinning me beneath him, I found I needed something to hold on. He made me lightheaded. He made me hot. He made me want. And very quickly his kisses weren’t enough.
“Ash.” I tore my mouth from his somehow. I mean for a guy who’d only had the one kiss. He was really, really good at it.
“What do you want, little one.” He stared down at me, his features tight, his eyes gleaming with masculine satisfaction. “You’re squirming.”
I was actually.
I arched again, rubbing my hard nipples against the smooth skin of his harder chest. “You know what I want.”
His brow rose. “Not what you just said.”
“I want…” I wiggled trying to reposition. I could feel his cock thick and hot against my trembling thigh. “I want you to make love to me.”
His eyes flared. “My pleasure to do so.” Contrary to his words he eased back. “Open your legs.” I did so immediately, and he slid down, the tempered strength of his body gliding over the ripening curves of mine my nipples scoring his perspiration slick skin. On his knees now his hard thighs wedged between my spread legs, he placed his palm between my breasts to hold me in place while he reached for another condom. Grabbing one, he brought it to his own mouth this time, put the edge of the packet between his sculpted lips and ripped it open with his perfect white teeth. He rolled it on his long thick throbbing length while I watched him, enraptured. His gaze was dark when he lifted it, his lids heavy as were my own. My lips were parted to allow for my rapid breaths.
“You want me again?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
He lowered his gaze and ran his middle finger through my wetness. One long, slow, leisurely swipe. From the base of my pussy to my throbbing clit.
I moaned, lifting my hips wantonly.
“You’re ready,” he confirmed.
He removed his palm from my chest, planting it in the bed beside my head instead. The mattress dipping, his biceps flexed as he balanced his weight on one arm and drove his hot cock into me.
“Ash,” I moaned, staring up at him. “You feel so good.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, his gaze on where we were joined. “A perfect fit.” He lifted his gaze. His expression intense, his eyes darkly possessive, he brought his free hand toward my mouth. I lifted my hands, fastened my fingers around his wrist guessing his intention and guided him. He pressed his fingers to my mouth and dipped his middle finger inside. I tasted myself, a tangy flavor that burst on my tongue. “Suck me while I make love to you,” he told me.
And I did. He plunged his finger in between my lips slowly. He pumped his cock inside of me in the same easy rhythm. Long wet and beguilingly slow. Over. And over. And over again. It felt so good I started to whimper around his finger. Each plunge in my mouth, each time his cock sank deep inside me made me shiver and tremble. I was so close. I turned my head to the side, his finger dragging wetness across my cheek.
“Ash, please.” I couldn’t articulate. “I need…I’m almost.” I blew out a breath.
“I kno
w.” He planted his other hand in the bed and used the additional leverage to root his cock deeper inside me.
“Yes,” I said, and grabbed his ass, my nails imprinting half-moon crescents into his taut skin. “So good.” He thrust in and out, his stiff cock sawing pleasure over my pulsing clit. Then he did it again, accelerating his thrusts, filling me again, and again with so much heat. I couldn’t maintain his gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut straining for it. My climax like a dark celestial star inside of me threatened to implode. Hard. Relentless. Need. It spiraled as he speared his cock into me. Again. High. Then again. Higher. And then I was there. We both were.
“Ash?” I cried out his name, pleasure rushing over me taking me higher than I had ever been before. “I love you.”
“Fanny,” he groaned, making my name beautiful, making us something that we hadn’t been before as he stiffened and released inside of me.
I recognized the difference. I felt it inside my heart.
Not just making love. Making me love him.
Chapter Forty-Three
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Ashland
“What are you doing all the way over there?”
“Watching the sunrise,” she answered without turning from the window. I saw our refection in the glass, as I slid my hands under the hem of the shirt she was wearing. My shirt, it gave me a surge of satisfaction to note. “Mmm.” She leaned her head back onto my shoulder as I glided my hands over her thighs and cupped her delectable heart shaped ass. I knew every contour because I had explored with my eyes and my hands many times throughout the night. During our last go round in the shower I’d even had a gentle nibble or two.
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