10. Ambrose
CHAPTER TEN
AMbrOSE
M y heart is rattling against my breastplate, hammering louder than the rain hitting the tin roof. You’d think this was my first time with a woman with how thrilled I am. And if I’m honest, I’m a tad nervous, too. Not about what I have to do—I know how to please a woman.
Performance is one thing. Making a core memory is entirely other.
Aspen isn’t like any other woman I’ve been with before. She’s all fiery energy packed into a sexy, brainy package—irresistible in every way. Literally my dream girl come true. Aspen is giving me this one opportunity to win her heart, and I don’t want to screw this up. I want to make this moment as special for her as it is for me.
Seeing her under me, I can’t believe my luck. How the fuck has no man claimed her yet? Have men lost sight of what a good woman is?
Well, I sure as shit see her worth and it’s time I show her how valued she is.
With Aspen beneath me, I take in her lovely face. She stares back at me with her vibrant green eyes, curious and alert. Her chestnut hair frames her face, giving her an ethereal glow. And her mouth—that sexy as sin mouth with her plump lips—is slightly open with anticipation and begging to be kissed.
I want to remember this moment, to stamp it on my brain. When I look back on this memory, I will smile, knowing this was the instant I made Aspen Fair mine.
“Aspen,” I murmur as I lean in to seal my lips against her.
She sighs against my lips, like she needs me as badly as I need her. Her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. Her touch is a welcomed balm to an ache I never knew I had, an ache for companionship.
I need more. More touches. More kisses. More Aspen.
Using my fingers, I slip them between her silky folds. Aspen softly moans, opening her legs wider to give me more access.
A victorious smile tugs at my lips as I break our kiss to look down at the evidence between us. She’s as wet as I expected, her slick coating my fingers with a shine.
Good. I want her primed and ready to accept all I have to give her.
“You’re safe with me, Darlin’. But if I’m doing something you don’t want, tell me to stop and I will. You hear me?”
“I hear you,” Aspen answers with a pleased smile. “Just so you’re aware, I’m willing to try it all with you.”
Fucking hell. I grip my dick through my sweats with my free hand to calm it down before I blow my load. This woman is saying all the right things—the things most men dream about.
Returning my focus to her, I teasingly circle her entrance before sinking a finger into her molten heat.
Aspen gasps loudly as her pussy clutches my finger like a vise-grip. How is she this tight after coming out of a sexual relationship with the dipshit?
The most logical reason has a wave a pity rolling through me for my woman and, oddly, for her ex. My poor Aspen settled for less than satisfactory equipment, and Gary is the sad owner of a pencil dick. I’ve got wide fingers, but a penis should be thicker than a digit.
“I’m going to make you feel things you never felt before, Aspen,” I vow, wanting nothing more than to give her the pleasure she rightly deserves. “Make you come until you’re boneless and passed out.”
“You promise?” Aspen asks, panting.
“I swear it.”
Working my finger in and out of her snug pussy, Aspen closes her eyes with a soft moan.
Not a chance in hell. Prior to me, she may have needed to get lost in her imagination in order to get off. Not now. Not with me providing her with all the pleasure she needs.
Collaring her throat with my free hand, her eyes spring open in shock. My grip is not enough to hurt her, but enough to show her I mean business and she best pay attention if she wants me to continue finger fucking her.
“Don’t you close your eyes, woman,” I say, shaking my head. “You keep your pretty green eyes trained on me. I want you to see who is giving you this pleasure. If you get off, you get off seeing me.”
To drive my point home, I keep my hold on her neck while I kiss her roughly. She whimpers, yielding to me as her sex clutches around my finger once more. I pull back an inch from her lips, giving her nowhere else to look but at me. Aspen’s eyes hood with lust, but remain open.
I reward my woman by curling my finger deep inside her and grinding my palm into her clit. Aspen’s mouth goes slack with a silent cry. Her hips push into my touch, moving against my hand.
“That’s right, Aspen. You ride your man’s hand. Let me watch you fuck it and fall apart.”
“Brose,” she whispers as her pussy flutters against my finger—the telltale sign of a building orgasm on the horizon.
I’ve barely touched her, and she’s already close.
“This greedy pussy needs to come, doesn’t it, darlin’? It’s long overdue for a good fucking. Am I right?”
“God, yes, Brose,” Aspen whines as she rocks her hips. “Please make me come.”
Giving her what she needs, I pump my finger, picking up my pace to match hers when I feel her hips moving faster against my hand. When she’s dripping into my palm, I add a second finger.
Aspen tenses, releasing a gurgled cry. “Oh, fuck!”
“It’s okay, Aspen. Relax and slow down. Your body will accept it.”
She moans as her hips return to their steady rhythm. “I don’t want to slow down.”
“I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Mmm.” She licks her lips, tempting me. “A little pain is good.”
“Dammit, woman.” I groan, pumping my fingers faster and digging the heel of my palm against her clit. “Don’t be saying things like that when I’m craving you.”
Without warning, Aspen grabs my wrists with both hands. Her body stiffens, her pussy squeezing my fingers before she shatters in my hold.
She comes on a keening cry, flooding my hand with her release. It’s the sexiest thing I witnessed in my life.
“Goddamn, look at you! You’re fucking beautiful.”
With a content sigh, Aspen collapses against my couch. She’s pliant and ready for more.
Gently, I pull my fingers out from inside her and bring them to my mouth to savor her nectar.
As soon as her flavor hits my tongue, I groan. My already hard dick weeps in my sweats. I need to taste her from the source before I nut myself.
Like a man on a mission, I move from the couch to the floor, yanking her legs to hang over the couch in front of me. Her scent is powerful, calling to my baser instincts—to claim, to mate, to mark.
Not wasting a second, I spread her wide and dive face first between her slender thighs.
Aspen cries out, gripping my hair in her tiny fists. “Ambrose! Oh, my gosh.”
“You taste so good,” I growl against her mound, ignoring the death grip she has on my hair. “Saccharine and cream, and all for me.”
When I lick her from slit to clit, her thighs clamp around my head. “Wait! It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough,” I correct her, wrapping my arms around her legs to pry them open with my hands. “You will come on my tongue and flood my mouth before I stuff you full of my cock.”
With sweat droplets forming on the slender column of her neck, she pants heavily. “I need. To catch. My breath.”
“Naw, darlin’. I’m supposed to take your breath away.”
Holding her gaze, I latch onto her clit.
Aspen squeals, nearly bucking out of my grasp. It doesn’t stop me from sucking and flicking her little button. I nip, lick, and tease the hell out of her clit until her legs are trembling and my beard is coated in her slick.
“Come, Aspen,” I purr before I turbo flick her trigger switch with my tongue.
A half second later, Aspen cries out her release. Her body convulses against the couch, damn near yanking herself out of my hold.
While Aspen comes down from her high and the aftershocks rolling through her, I lazily lick her clean.
“I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms,” Aspen admits, still catching her breath.
With a last kiss to the inside of her thigh, I straighten, gathering her in my arms, and laying her out on the rug in front of the crackling fireplace. She looks too fucking beautiful, sex drunk in the fire’s glow. I want to say so many things to her, like how she and I are meant to be, how she’s perfect in every way, and how I’m falling for her hard and hope she feels the same for me.
It’s too soon and I can’t risk losing her before I have her.
Instead, I focus on her and this moment together.
“Well, buckle up, darlin’. You’re in for a lot more.”