“Something wrong?” Manda pouts adorably. God this woman, she’s going to be the ruination of me.
“No, I just have two stipulations before we go in there.”
“Stipulations?”
“Yes. One, you spend the night, and two, I get to cook you breakfast in the morning.”
The look on her face is priceless. “I think I can agree to those terms.”
Like she ever had a choice.
“Pancakes or omelets?” I guide her through the dim room, stopping at the foot of the king-size bed.
“Pancakes.” She purrs as I press warm kisses to her neck.
“Done.” I breathe in, becoming high off her scent. Stripping her of her coat, I let the material drop to the floor. The rest of her clothing is going to follow suit. Gliding my palms over curves, I introduce myself to every peak and valley. She’s all long, lean muscle and a seductive silhouette.
“Has a man ever made you come before?” I skim my tongue along her jugular.
“A man? No.” She sighs.
“Has anyone ever made you come?” I nip at her skin. Every word, and every gesture is so wrong on my part. I shouldn’t be taking advantage of the situation, but I just can’t help it. She’s the gravity to my force of attraction.
“I think so.”
“Think so? If you only think, the answer is a definite no. I’m going to show you,” I rasp in her ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll never question if you’ve had an orgasm again.”
Manda inhales sharply, and I feel her excited intake of breath right in my groin.Damn.
Peeling away the clingy material of her dress from her body, I unwrap my shiny new present thoughtfully, slowly, anticipating the endowment I’m about to indulge in.
“I want you to talk to me,” I instruct. “I want to know what you like and what you don’t like. I want to hear your voice, and your sighs, and your moans, understand?”
She nods as I trace my fingertips over her lacy bra, the feel of her puckering nipples making me as mad as a hatter.
“You are...” I grip her hips possessively and peer down at her magnificent, half-naked body. “Beyond beautiful.” And I mean it. This girl,this woman, walks a different plane and I don’t even think she realizes it. But I do. I see. I see everything, all of her. I’m too close already, but I don’t care one bit. Not now. This minute, this second, this moment, it’s just her and me and nothing else. “Take the rest of it off.” I want her to strip the little that’s left on her body. I want her to remove it just for me.
Tentatively, with blushing cheeks, she unhooks the clasp of her dainty bra and lets the lace fall to ground. The air is so thick with desire, I’m choking on it. I want her so bad, more than I should. More than what’s humanly natural. I don’t know what it is, what draws me to her on such a galvanizing level. I’m not interested in dissecting it either. Not right now; right now all that matters is making her come. On my fingers, on my face, maybe one day, on my cock.
Slow down.I breathe collectively as she slides her panties down to her ankles and kicks them away. My body is pulsating from the inside out. I need to touch her. More forceful than I intend, I yank Manda to me, crushing my starving mouth against hers. Her lips are my nourishment and the feel of her tongue my fortification. I break the kiss as a sudden realization hits. Taking her face in my hands, I tilt her chin up so she is looking at me square in the eyes. “What’s your real name?” I ask directly. “When I say your name, I want to know it’s the right one.”
The woman who is handing herself over to me so readily bats her long, wispy eyelashes and smiles. My spine tingles from end to end. “It’s Ash. Everyone calls me Ash.”
“Ash?” I test the name on the tip of my tongue. “That’s sexy as fuck.”
“Glad you like it,” she teases.
“I do.” I push her down onto the bed. There’s no more need for waiting, or stalling. I know her name; now I want to know how she tastes, and I want to taste her right fucking now.
“Put your hands up.” I guide her arms over her head. “Leave them there and relax. I want you spread, and open, and completely visible.” I trail my palms down her naked form, cupping her perky breasts as I go, teasing her tight nipples, passing over her smooth, flat abdomen, coming to rest on the inside of both her thighs. I am fucking melting from the sight of her. From her innocence, her purity, and her strength. From the sheer beauty that’s beneath me.
I want so much in this moment, I want to linger, I want to appreciate, but I also want to devour. There’s a war waging inside me, an invasion of my desire bloodying the battlefield.
Urging her legs wide, I expose the little pink piece of flesh at the apex of her thighs. I salivate at the sight. Sucking my index finger into my mouth, I wet it thoroughly before caressing her clit. Ash shivers from the intimate contact. I watch her every reaction as I begin to circle my finger around the sensitive bud. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I continuously trace the tip of my finger. She’s so soft and dewy, and the sounds of her small whimpers sound like a melodic composition.
“You like that?” My voice is husky.
“Yes,” she mewls softly.