21. Ashford
TWENTY-ONE
Ashford
I stripped off my shirt, then my pants and boxer briefs in one go. My cock bobbed in front of me, achingly stiff. I had loved making Emma feel good. There was no bigger turn on than feeling her come apart because of me.
But a close second was having her appreciative gaze on my body. My fist stroked my erection as the muscles in my chest, abs, and arms flexed. Emma had accused me of being shameless, and it was true. But only for her.
“Come here?” she asked, voice lifting at the end to make it a question.
“I’m getting there.”
“Get here faster.”
Watching me undress seemed to give her a renewed burst of energy, because she sat up and tugged her own shirt over her head. Ungh . “Matching bra, huh? You are so sexy it should be illegal.”
“I was going to say the same about you.” She scooted back until she rested against the pillows. I knelt on the bed and crawled toward her. When I was close enough, I tugged her by the ankles, forcing her to lay flat so I could stretch out on top of her. Emma laughed. “Manhandle me, why don’t you?”
“Thanks. I will.”
The tip of my cock brushed against the lace of her panties, which I still hadn’t taken off of her yet. I kept myself propped up on my elbows to get a long look at the beautiful woman beneath me. The lace of her bra was translucent, so I could see her pink nipples beneath. I lowered my head to lick one through the fabric, then the other, and she moaned.
“Sexy as you look in this, I have to think you’ll be even better without it.” I reached beneath her with one hand to unlatch the hooks on her bra. Emma did the rest, pulling the straps down her arms and tossing the undergarment aside.
“Somebody’s getting impatient,” I said.
“Just making things easier for you. Hint, hint.” She draped her arms on the pillow above her head and arched her back invitingly.
Grinning, I licked each pert nipple again, then sucked, this time with no barrier between my tongue and her skin. Mmmm. Definitely better without it. I laved and sucked at each one until she was panting.
The last thing was her tiny pair of lace panties. Time for those to come off too. I sat back against my heels, hooked my fingers in the lacy band, and dragged them over her hips, not stopping until they were somewhere on the floor.
We were both naked, and I wanted to do so many naughty things to her.
“You’re incredible.” I pressed my palm to her chest, where her heart was fluttering like a bird, then caressed down between her breasts and along her stomach to the V where her thighs met. So pretty, every inch of her.
Her fingertips grazed over my cock head. “What do you want now?” she asked. Like she’d say yes to whatever it was.
I had some ideas. My dick was harder than it had ever been and craved some relief. But now that we were both bare, I didn’t see any need to hurry. Why not make this last? My kid was safe and asleep. I had nowhere else to be all night. That was a damn good feeling.
Sometimes it was nearly impossible to banish all the worries from my head. Right now, they were quiet.
“There’s no rush.”
“I thought you were dying.”
“It’s true, but the waiting also makes it better.” I lay down beside her and got comfortable, keeping my hand on her softly curving stomach. Emma turned her head on the pillow to face me. I kissed her. Savoring her plump lips, the sweet way her tongue nudged mine.
I could’ve kissed her all night and all day without getting tired of it. Especially with that heavy-lidded, dizzy look her blue eyes got when I’d been kissing her a while, and she was breathless.
She tucked her head against my shoulder. “Tell me about your tattoos? I’ve seen them so many times, but I’ve never asked.”
“Sure.” I didn’t always think about them either. They were just a part of me. I lifted my left hand, glancing at the design of a mountain range and a sun on that forearm. “This one was inspired by the mountains here in Hart County. I got it just before my last deployment.” I hadn’t needed a reminder of what I was fighting for. Not exactly. But on the hard days, I’d needed that small piece of home to keep me going.
“And this one?” She traced the evergreen branches on my inner right forearm.
“Got that after Maisie was born. Her birthday is here.” I pointed at the stylized numbers inked between the branches, beside the words, so small you could barely read them: My love for you is forever . “I’m sure it’ll embarrass her when she’s a teenager.”
“That’s one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen.” Emma grinned. “You’re blushing.”
“No.” I ran a hand over my beard. “My skin is chafed from rubbing it on your thighs.”
“Oh, sure.”
Growling, I crawled on top of her. Having her naked body up against me made my cock take interest again. My erection had flagged a bit, but now it swelled and pushed eagerly against her thigh as I kissed her. And for the record, the skin of her thighs was buttery soft. Pure heaven. I’d totally been blushing a moment ago.
I rolled us so she was above me and I could let my hands roam as much as they wanted. Cupping her round breasts, traveling down to squeeze her butt cheeks. Emma moaned into my mouth, and I ate up the sound.
I wanted more of that. Her sexy whimpers. The little sounds she made when she was getting close and desperate. I had to discover them all.
“Crawl up here,” I said, tapping my upper chest.
“What?”
“So I can get my mouth on you again.”
Now Emma was the one blushing. “Straddle your face?”
“Exactly.” I knew she wasn’t a virgin, and she hadn’t come on my tongue like a virgin either. But the thought that she hadn’t done this exact thing with anyone else before? A caveman part of me liked that thought. A lot.
Making her come made me feel invincible. Like it was my superpower.
I spun her around and maneuvered her so her knees were on either side of my head, her upper body draped over my stomach. My cock jerked as I admired the view.
Hold on. What was this?
“You have a tattoo?” My thumb traced the outline of a black-ink music note on her right butt cheek. Pushing a pillow under my head, I lifted up to nibble playfully at the tattoo, then licked it.
She laughed. “Got it when I turned eighteen. My friends dared me.”
I would have to memorize this and keep it in my naughty mental slideshow forever.
I tugged her hips to move her a bit lower. Then my tongue darted out to lick her clit, and she gasped, hips shaking.
“Like the new angle?” I asked.
Her response was unintelligible, but she sounded happy.
I’d already made her come twice, so I knew a lot better what Emma liked. Exactly how to get her where I wanted her. When her hips started to rock, rubbing her clit gently against my tongue, I knew she was enjoying it.
Then she started to pump my cock with her fist, and her lips closed around the tip and sucked. I faltered a moment, because that felt unbelievable, but now I was even more determined.
I needed her to come again before I did. My tongue pushed inside her, sliding as far as it would go.
Emma’s thighs quivered. She dropped her forehead to my stomach and moaned breathlessly. I held on to her hips and flicked my tongue until she finally crested over the edge.
When she’d finished, she crawled off of me and turned, falling back against her elbows. Her hair was wild and tangled. “I am definitely going to need you to do that again.”
I laughed as I sat up, moving toward her. “Next time.” Gently nudging her so she was flat on her back, I positioned myself over her.
“Kiss me?” she asked.
“I can’t get enough of kissing you. But right now, I need my cock inside you.” The swollen head teased her slick opening. “Yes?” I asked.
“ Yes .” Emma wrapped her legs around my waist, and I finally sank all the way into her.
Mmm. Oh, hell yeah. The way her body hugged my cock was perfect. Even better than I could’ve imagined, and I’d imagined this plenty.
But even more perfect was the way she smiled up at me, those pretty blue eyes blinking languidly.
I rocked my hips into hers, my cock pushing deep. I wanted to stay just like this all night. But after so much buildup, I didn’t know how long I could last. She felt too good. Her soft breasts and beaded nipples brushing my skin. The sighs she made with every thrust.
“ Emma ,” I groaned.
I lifted up on my arms so I could watch my body strain against hers. My hips snapped, driving my cock into her again and again. Her fingers dug into my biceps.
I ached for release. Yet I still held myself back by some last thread of willpower, not wanting this to end.
She clenched around me and cried out my name. My vision swam. The climax hit me hard. A hot, all-consuming surge of bliss roared through me.
As the pleasure faded into contentment, I hovered over her, sharing kisses. Emma’s hands moved over my arms, my shoulders, into my hair, like she couldn’t stop touching me.
After a while, I shifted my weight to one side of her and pulled her as close as possible. I struggled to keep my eyes open.
“I should go back to my room,” she whispered.
I made a grumbly sound of protest. “Not yet.” What I really wanted was Emma in my bed the rest of the night. Waking up beside her and finding her asleep on my pillow. Kissing and sinking inside of her a second time before we’d even had coffee. Then maybe a third time against the counter in the kitchen.
But I also had a six-year-old whose favorite morning activity was barging into my room and shaking me awake. Even if Emma and I got dressed in PJs, Maisie would have questions I couldn’t answer.
Like, Can Emma stay with us forever ?
No, I supposed I did know the answer to that one.
Eventually, after several more kisses, we got out of bed. Emma put on her clothes, while I tugged on my boxer briefs. I walked her down the hall to her room. Once there, she turned around and leaned against the closed door. Stella was sleeping inside.
I rested a hand on the door above her head. Emma tipped her chin to look up at me. The lights in the hall were off, but starlight streamed through the living room windows and tipped the strands of her dark hair with silver.
“I had a good time,” she whispered. “Best date ever.”
“For me too.” I cupped her cheek and bent to kiss her. One more time. “Maybe we can do it again tomorrow.”
Her smile lit me up inside. “Goodnight, Ashford.”
“Night.” I stood there until she’d gone inside her room and quietly closed the door.