50. Ashlie
CHAPTER FIFTY
ASHLIE
H is lips brand me as they trail down my neck to his favorite spot. “Are you mine now?” he asks. I am . I think I always have been . With deft fingers, he unhooks my bra and tosses it on the ground. His torrid touch erases every invisible scar left by lovers’ past, leaving me with only promises for the future. “I don’t have to share you anymore?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan as his hands roam down my body. Warm breath fans over my breast, and I arch my back, seeking him, entreating for the connection I’ve been longing for.
“Say it.” His fingers graze the base of my neck as he latches onto my nipple, stars bursting across my vision when he flicks my stiffened peak. “Tell me you’re mine, Ashlie.”
His spicy cologne fogs through my mind, unleashing the undeniable urge to bite. The insatiable craving to claim him, like he’s claimed me. Mine . I nip the salty skin on his shoulder in ravenous desire, his ginger musk driving me wild.
Raking my hands over his back, I dig my nails into the taut muscles as they ripple under my fingers. A guttural rumble vibrates his chest as his mouth descends on my other nipple, the tingling pressure pulling a moan from me. His teeth graze my skin, every nibble paired with a soothing swirl. I’m consumed by each lick of his tongue, wet heat pooling between my legs. He can take all the time in the world touching me like this, and I’ll gladly spend eternity a writhing mess underneath him.
Gone is my urge to bait him into playful intimacy. Tonight is different from the first time, and I let him guide me through his slow, assertive pace. I’ll willingly follow him anywhere. “I’m yours, Hunter.” My hands slide over his soft curls as he leads me down a path of blissful commotion. “All yours,” I whisper.
“Damn fucking right,” he murmurs. There’s no smirk, no ego, or teasing when he lifts his head to mine. Just the scorching flame in his eyes. “And I’m yours. Always.” His kiss demolishes the walls I’ve leaned on so heavily, replacing it with his devotion. We shed the rest of our clothes. Soft lips scatter promises across my skin as he works down my body, my whimpers offering sweet supplication in return. There’s no more room to question whether we’ll work out, and my heart surges at the realization.
He pauses when he reaches my thighs, eyes darkening with lust. “Open wider for me, honey bear. Let me taste what’s mine.” At the demand of his voice, my knees fall open, his carnal groan shaking me to my core with delectable madness. His desire for me leaves me a soaking mess, aching for his mouth, his fingers, him .
“All yours,” I say, reveling in the truth of it all. I’m only his, and I always will be. The tip of his tongue twirls lightly over my clit before plunging into me. A shockwave scrolls through my body, the warmth from his mouth like white hot electricity zinging straight to my head after each taste. “Oh God,” I gasp, clutching the cool sheets underneath me, clinging to gravity.
He props my legs on his shoulders and tugs me tightly against his mouth. His fingers grip my thighs with aching pressure as he devours my pussy, sucking and stroking my sensitive bud. He’s feasting as if I’m his first meal after wandering through the desert. The sight of his head bobbing between my legs makes me moan, the tension in my core launching me into weightless hills and valleys. “Your tongue…feels so damn good,” I rasp. He responds with a rhythmic glide of his tongue through my folds, around my clit, and back again. And again. Slow. Tortuous. Exactly how I like . Delicate sparks surge through me, my hips rocking with the sensation of stars colliding under his touch. “I’m?—”
“Not yet,” he tuts, punishing me with the loss of his mouth.
“ Whyyy ?” I whine, tossing my hands against the bed.
“So you remember”—he slowly slides a finger in my pussy, pulling indulgent whimpers from me with every inch—“who makes you come.” I gasp when he curls it, dragging against that pleasure spot as he slides out. “Remember whose tongue your pussy craves.” Two fingers slam back into me, the force lifting my shoulders off the bed with a moan. “Remember”—thrust—“you’re”—thrust—“mine.” Another thrust, and he leans over me, stealing a kiss. “Are we clear?”
I nod quickly, my breath matching the wet cadence as his fingers fill and retreat.
“Do you hear yourself, Ash?” He resettles between my legs, pumping faster to increase the sound. “You missed me this much?”
“Y-yes,” the word stutters out of me while I dance through the glorious haze. “Missed you so mu—oh God!” A quick flick of his tongue dissolves all the words in my head.
“Show me.” Hunter’s husky demand twists the tension in my belly. “I want this pretty pussy dripping.” Adding another finger, he pumps slowly, swirling his tongue over my clit before one forceful suck shoots me straight to the moon. I moan his name, rocking my hips forward. “You taste just like I remember,” he murmurs.
“Faster, Hunter,” I pant, moving against his motion, begging for more friction. His words are making my head spin, and I’m frantic, my body pleading to be ravaged by him. Raking my fingers through his hair, I press his mouth to me, ready to fall apart. “Please, I need…need to…”
“Fuck…” he mumbles. “You’re so beautiful like this, begging for it. You gonna come for me?” With another curl of his fingers, I traverse through space and time, giving in to the sumptuous waves flowing through me.
“ Holy shit . Don’t stop, love,” I moan. His name is a sacred whisper as fireflies dance before my eyes, my walls clamped around him while I tremble through the ecstasy. “I’m com—” His thumb glides over my soaking sensitivity, and my body levitates as he pulls a second orgasm from the remnants of the first. I’m floating and falling, screams of indulgence dying in my throat, and all I can do is hold on for dear life.
“Mmm, that’s it. Just like that…” He slowly rubs out my pleasure until quivers zap through me. “There’s my fucking good girl,” he whispers. Soft kisses and the burning scrape of his stubble on my inner thighs brings me back down to this sphere, leaving me ravenous. I need all of him, right now .
“More,” I demand, propping on my elbows. “I want you down my throat.”
Hunter licks my release from his lips as he crawls up my body. “That filthy mouth is gonna get you in trouble.” His lips crash into mine in a plunging kiss. My arousal on his tongue rekindles that primal urge, and all I can think about is licking, sucking, tasting him.
Reaching between us, I slide fingers around his dick, leisurely caressing his velvety shaft rippled with veins. He tilts his head to the ceiling with a sigh, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Mine,” I say, pumping slowly as he falls apart for me. He’s irresistible like this, at my mercy, his face pinched in pleasure. Mine .
His breath catches when I rub my thumb over the precum leaking from his tip. I swirl methodically while I wait, enjoying the sounds coming from him. His throat bobs when he swallows, but he says nothing. I stop moving. “Say it, my love.”
Nodding quickly, his hips rock to keep the momentum. “Shit, Ash. Yes, it’s your— shit— I’m yours. Just…touch me. Please . Don’t stop touching— oh, fuck .”
Hooking a leg around his waist, I flip him down to the mattress and trail kisses down his body. When I wrap my lips around his tip, his brackish taste hits my tongue, and I have to remind myself to take it slow. I want every last bit of him, but I want to come together. Twirling my tongue, I slide off with a pop. The violent shudder that travels through him makes me smirk. “Looks like your needy dick loves my filthy mouth,” I tease, and his voice rasps in agreement, pleading for more. I lick up his shaft, savoring every unbridled moan I pull from him.
Chanting my name, he fists my hair as if he’ll lose all sanity if he lets go. “Your mouth…fucking amazing.” When I suck his balls, he lets out a string of incoherent sounds, and I smile as I lick my way back to his crown. I love being in control like this. Seeing him give in to me, realizing it’s my touch causing him to shatter. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing he’s mine.
I take him to the back of my throat and swallow. “ Shiiit .” His hips chase the sensation, my eyes watering as I adjust to the depth. Breathing through my nose, I take him deeper until I’m gagging. “You like choking on my dick, baby?” The words fall out of his mouth lazily, and I nod, humming around him while easing back. Hunter grips my head in both hands, taking ownership of my mouth, thrusting slowly. I’m tempted to make him spill down my throat, sucking him dry until he’s completely wasted. But my need to be filled by him overpowers the thought, and I slowly drag my lips off with a smile.
He groans and glances at the door. “Condom… I didn’t?—”
“I’m on the pill. We don’t need one.” Having no barriers between us feels so right, I don’t even have to think about it.
“ Raw ?” His voice cracks, eyes widening with giddy excitement. “…You sure?”
It’s such an adorable transition from the dirty words he crooned earlier, I giggle as I settle onto the pillow next to him. “Unless something’s changed since the last time…”
“Impossible.” When he shifts over me, a soft smile graces his lips. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else.” He lowers his body and kisses me slowly. We dance through light years, traipsing across the stars of our passion in a sensual meeting of lips and tongues, the taste of us mixing into a delectable tang. Slipping a hand between us, he slides his tip through my soaking slit until he’s rubbing it against my clit. Down and back up, he repeats the motion, swallowing my moans with another kiss. My hips drift upward when I try to get him where I want him most, and his broad fingers tighten on my waist to pin me in place. “Just…give me a minute. It’s my first time like this…without anything.”
“So let me feel you,” I tease breathlessly, rocking my hips again. “Fill me. Fuck me. Please .”
“ Fuck …” His head falls back, and he groans like he’s not the one doing the edging. “So damn sexy when you beg.” Pushing into me slowly, a low growl rumbles in his chest as his eyes roll back. “So damn tight,” he grunts.
“Make a mess of me, love,” I sigh as he ruts into me.
“Always.” His lips move across my jaw, and he pulls out completely. Shudders course through me as he slides back in to the hilt. “Take it all, Ashlie.” He pistons in and out at an achingly gentle pace, staring into my eyes with an intensity that sends my soul speeding through galaxies. That last part wasn’t dirty talk. It’s reassurance. His pledge to me. “Every single part of me is yours. This is perfect. You’re goddamn perfect for me.”
A tear slips from my eyes as I realize how right this all feels. Me and him, finally together. Everything feels complete. He’s been right here the entire time. “I love you, Hunter,” I say, wrapping my legs around him as he grinds into me.
He kisses the wetness from my cheek and presses his forehead against mine. “You’re it for me, honey bear.” His breathy voice as he picks up speed sends me into a frenzy. I meet his hips with enthusiasm, racing to the finish line together. “It’s you, Ash. It’s always been you.” Rubbing firm circles over my swollen clit with his thumb, his words send one last shockwave through me. A swirl of lights flashes behind my eyes as a whirling black hole swallows me up. Every muscle tenses as he swells inside me, and I’m falling, spinning at a dizzying pace. “ Shit .” He latches onto me and blasts through the gateway shortly after, imploding with a stuttering buck of his hips. We collapse, left in a clinging, sated heap, unwilling to let each other go.
“No more leaving?” Hunter brushes his fingertips over my spine as we lie tangled in the sheets.
“No more,” I whisper. He outlines the shape of my lips with his thumb, smiling softly. “What?” I ask.
Shaking his head, he leans in for a kiss. “I’m just really fucking happy right now.”
“I’m happy, too, my love.”
“Never stop calling me that.” His smile widens, but then his face takes on a layer of vulnerability as he bites his lip. “Did you like it?”
My eyebrows dip. “What? Sex?”
“Yeah… Feeling you—like that —was fucking amazing for me. I just want to make sure I’m doing things you like too…”
My heart cracks wide open at his honesty, bathing my soul in glimmering light. He wants my happiness as much as his own . “All three orgasms were perfect, love.” I giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. Laying my head on his chest, I trace the dark ink on his side, smoothing my hand over the burden of Atlas, the lightning on his ribs, the storm clouds. My fingertips curve around the moon and walk across the stars, dancing between the planets on his chest until he stops my hand, lacing our fingers right over his heart.
“Why don’t you have a sun?” I ask.
“Because I use protection. Don’t have a daughter either.”
I flash him a confused look before his smirk clues me in on his joke. “Boy, I meant your tattoo!” I laugh.
“Again…” He leans down and gives me a forehead kiss. “I’m not your boy anymore. And I don’t know. The tattoo artist didn’t add one in his sketch. I’ve never really thought about it.” He shrugs. “Things weren’t exactly sunny back then anyway, so I guess it’s fitting.”
His eyes go distant as he strokes my finger with his thumb. I can only imagine what painful memory replays in his mind. The hurt on his face twists my stomach into knots. I wish I could take all his pain away . Propping on my elbow, I reach over him to the nightstand.
“What are you doing?” he asks, craning his neck to look.
“You’ll see,” I grunt, stretching my body across his to rifle through the drawer. I flick off the pen cap, getting a little black smudge on my thumb.
“What—are you marking me?” The amusement in his voice makes me giggle.
“It’s only fair,” I say, pointing the pen at the spot on my neck. “Now lay down and stay still.” I drag the ink across his skin, the tip of my tongue darting between my lips while I make my addition to his tattoo. “There!” I grin, tossing it back on the nightstand.
Hunter reaches over the side of the bed and digs through his pants, grabbing his phone and handing it to me. “I don’t want to get out of our little love nest to look in the mirror. Take a picture for me.”
When I hand his phone back to him, he studies the picture longer than the simple geometric drawing warrants. His eyes lock on mine, full of warmth and love. “You gave me a sun…”
“Yeah, well, it’s about time you had a little light in your life.”
“I do, honey bear.” He tucks a curl behind my ear, trailing his fingers down to my chin. “There’s sunshine with you.” The intimacy in his touch, the tenderness in his gaze, it all feels as familiar as the green in his eyes. And when I lean in to kiss him, it feels like home.