“Well, I want to give it to you.” Her electric blue eyes shine, her long eyelashes dotted with droplets.
“If I take it, I can never give it back.” I warn her, actually considering it.
Crazy man.
“You told me in the car you wanted us to be more. I want that, too. No one has ever made me feel what you make me feel.”
Jesus, she’s destroying me, but I can’t deny her. I don’t have the strength.
I’m a powerless man.
She has me hard and achy already and she’s barely even touched me. It’s her effect. She’s made me her slave and she doesn’t even fucking know it.
“I won’t want it back. I want you to have it,” Ash pushes.Please stop. I can’t say no.Not when she looks at me like that. All doe-eyed and innocent and fucking irresistible.
“I want you, Eli,” she murmurs in my ear. “I want you to be my first.”
I’m dust on the ground. She’s pulverized me with just two sentences.
“Ash.” I crumble, burying my face in her neck and sucking the droplets from her skin.
“Mmm.” She caresses my shoulders and back, elongating her neck to provide me better access.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,I’m going straight to Hell. We shouldn’t do this. I told myself I would not cross this line, yet here I am, zooming over it like it’s not even there.
“I’m on birth control so you don’t have to worry,” she shares seductively, right before touching her soft lips to mine.
She’s a fucking siren and I’m the sailor. She’s luring me into the sea. And once I’m drowning there’s no saving me.
I crush my mouth to hers, all resolve dissolving.
The kiss is brutal, electrified with want and burning with need. My need. My insatiable need for the woman in my arms.
“You trust me, right?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Good. Never forget you can always trust me.”
She nods, not quite sure why I’m declaring this. She’ll know soon enough.
“Turn around, place your hands on the wall,” I urge her.
Her eyes pierce through me, but she does as I ask.
Resting my chin on her shoulder, I caress her bare, wet body, wanting her to feel how much affection I have for her. Wanting her to feel...loved.
“I love you,” I whisper the declaration in her ear. “Just remember that. No matter what.”
Ash turns her head to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are pouty. She’s nervous, but ready.
“I love you, too.” The words are like wind chimes. The sound tickles my insides. I clutch her face and deliver a robust kiss that steals all oxygen out of the room.
The soft moan that escapes from her throat has my blood roaring. Racing through my veins and throbbing at the tip of my cock. I slide my hand down her torso and massage her clit. I want her relaxed. I want her to enjoy this as much as possible. There’s a strong possibility it will hurt, but I want her to know sex is so much more than the experience of her first time. It’s the least I can give her. A memorable first time.
“I want you to relax and let me know the minute you start to feel uncomfortable.” I dip my finger into her entrance and pump my hand. She moans, bowing her back, not displaying an ounce of discomfort at all. “That’s it,” I croon as I stretch her muscles with two fingers now, her pussy eagerly preparing.
I finger her for a few, elongated minutes, the two of us basking in the slow buildup of pleasure.