Chapter 6
6
ZACK
S he was taking a long time in that bathroom.
I smiled to myself as I stared at the door from my spot on the bed. I’d pulled the covers over me, but my erection was clearly tenting the comforter. I just hoped she wouldn’t notice that when she crawled in on the other side.
But as seconds led to minutes, and those minutes started to add up, I propped myself up on my elbow and stared at the door. Was she having second thoughts? In a few minutes alone in the bathroom, had she changed her mind about losing her innocence to me?
If so, I couldn’t blame her. That was a huge step. There was no way for her to know I wasn’t a “fuck and forget” kind of guy. I wasn’t a one-night stand type, either. But even if I were both of those things, that wouldn’t apply here. No, what I felt for Ashlynn was different. I didn’t know much, but I knew that.
A click cut into my thoughts, causing me to jump. The bathroom door slid open and there stood Ashlynn, wearing absolutely nothing. Her hands were folded in front of her, though, blocking my view of that sweet spot between her legs. That was okay. I had the sight imprinted on my memory.
“Come here,” I said, surprised how husky my voice sounded.
I watched her carefully as she started across the room. I was looking for even the slightest hint she might have changed her mind. Yes, she was naked, but if she wanted to put a pause on things, I’d give her as long as she needed.
Her scent drifted over to me as she crawled beneath the sheets. It was sweet—vanilla, maybe mixed with a little cinnamon. I craved her more than I would crave a cake baking in the oven, that’s for sure.
“You’re sure you’re ready for this?” I asked her when she continued scooting over.
I lay back down, putting my arm behind her and pulling her toward me. We both stared up at the ceiling as we talked.
“I’ve never been surer.” She turned her head to look at me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I shot her a look. “Of course.”
Wait, did that make me sound like I was just in this for sex? I tried again.
“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you right now,” I said, pinning my stare to her face. “I just want to make sure you’re ready to lose your virginity—to me or anyone. It’s a big step.”
She shook her head and for a second the motion made my heart dip. Oh, no. She’d changed her mind.
“Only to you,” she said. “Am I imagining it or is there something unusual between us?”
“In a good way?” I asked.
She nodded. I couldn’t help but notice how nervous she looked. She was biting her lip and staring at me. It was a look that could only be described as fear.
Only after watching her for several seconds did I figure out why she might be scared. She was afraid to hear my response. Afraid that she was getting too serious, too soon.
Yes, some guys would run from a pre-sex conversation like this. I probably would have run myself if it had been any other woman. But not this one.
“There’s never been anything like this for me,” I said. “I wanted to hate you for what you were doing, but from the first second I laid eyes on you, I couldn’t. And then we were going at it in that hearing room in front of the city council, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss you.”
A big smile spread across her face. “You were thinking about me that way?” she asked.
“Are you kidding? It was all I could think about. Still is. Watching you wrap your mouth around that taco…well, let’s just say it was all I could do to finish my dinner.”
“Hmm.” She sat up, propping herself on her elbow. “What do you say we get started then?”
Her hand was already beneath the covers. Before I could stop her, she’d wrapped her fingers around my cock. I wanted to protest, but the feel of her warm palm and fingers moving over my length made it impossible to stop her. Finally, I closed my eyes and focused on her stroking me.
“Can we try something?” she asked just as I was mustering the strength to tell her to get on her back so I could make her come.
My eyes popped open, and I looked over at her. “Anything you want.”
She looked so reluctant to ask, I started to get a little worried. What if she was into some really strange stuff? What would be so strange that I wouldn’t want to explore it with her?
She pushed herself up, tossing the covers off both of us, then replaced her hand with her mouth. As she ran her tongue over my tip, she whipped her leg over my torso, putting her pussy within inches of my mouth.
That was by design. I knew exactly what she wanted, and while it was something I’d never done before and wouldn’t normally suggest, I’d sign up for any adventure with this woman.
Ashlynn moaned against my erection as my tongue made contact with her clit. The goal was to make her lose focus on what she was doing down there.
If I wanted to hold out, that was what I’d have to do. She was getting better at that. I’d noticed before she had to come up for air. As I started a slow, lazy pace across the swollen nub, she stroked me distractedly and rocked slightly in rhythm with the movements of my tongue.
Soon, she was gasping, her strokes growing even clumsier. But it wasn’t her touch that got to me. It was the sounds she made. Her moans and cries had been missing from her first orgasm since our goal had been to keep noise to a minimum.
I would slide a finger inside her, but this was working so well, I didn’t want to interrupt the flow. So I gripped her hips and held her as still as possible as my tongue made small circles, then flicked back and forth faster and faster. She screamed. Not just a cry, but an actual scream as her orgasm overtook her. Her back arched, then she gradually returned to a more relaxed position.
Finally, she moved off me but stayed in a squatted pose next to my cock. She eyed it, and I knew she was thinking about either stroking me or sucking me.
I had other plans.
“Do you want me on top the first time?” I asked. “It could be painful.”
With a shy smile, she nodded. “That would be great.”
I moved quickly, rising above her while she was still positioning herself on the pillow. It was awkward for a few seconds, but then I was hovering above her as she looked up at me.
It was hard to choose what to do first. I wanted to be inside her, but I also wanted to run my tongue over those nipples and lick her pussy again. As I nudged her legs apart, though, there was something I wanted to do more than anything else. I lowered and brushed my lips gently against hers. I did that a second and a third time until finally, I parted her lips with my tongue.
And then we were full-on kissing. First, they were sweet, slow kisses, but eventually, they increased to long, heart-stopping kisses that formed a bond between us that I knew could never be broken. Our hearts and souls were connected in that moment, and I hadn’t even entered her yet.
I was still kissing her when I positioned my tip at her entrance, reminding myself to go slowly. Restraint was the name of the game. But every cell in my body wanted to plunge deep inside her.
Ashlynn shifted, taking me in deeper, and I moaned against her mouth. It felt so good—her wet, tight pussy gradually taking me in. She seemed so comfortable with it, I went a little farther than I should. She pulled away from the kiss and sucked in a breath.
“Sorry,” I said, looking down at her.
Our eyes met and she smiled, shaking her head. “Keep going.”
We held the stare as I gradually sunk deeper and deeper. Finally, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was probably overly ambitious of me, but I had to make her come again before I had my own orgasm.
I held myself above her with one arm and moved my free hand between us, finding that nub that had become all too familiar to me today. Her eyes widened, and she cast her gaze downward. She seemed to try to process what I was doing. But then her eyes shuttered closed again as I continued pushing in and out at the midway point. She was gradually loosening up, and it seemed like the pain was decreasing.
I held myself back, trying not to feel everything. That meant forcing my gaze away from that perfect face that was straight out of my dreams. When I looked at her, it threatened to push me toward the edge, and I had to stay safely on this side of it.
When she tightened her thighs around me and began moving her hips, I knew she was getting closer. I’d already learned my girl’s subtle cues. I looked forward to memorizing everything about her as we started on our journey together.
“I’m going to come again,” she said.
Those words pulled my eyes back to her face as she squeezed my arm with her right hand and tilted her head back on the pillow. I let the last of my restraints fall loose, moved my hand away from her clit, and focused on release, pumping faster and faster.
At the very last minute, I remembered to pull out. I grabbed my cock and came on her stomach.
I cringed at what I’d done, preparing to apologize. But there was a smile on her face as I moved away from her. Her gaze shifted to the mess on her belly. I, for one, loved the sight of my seed on her skin, but I wouldn’t expect her to see it the same way.
“I’ll get something to clean that up,” I said. “Sorry about that. I just…well, I figured you wouldn’t want to get pregnant your first time.”
Ashlynn’s eyes were even wider as she looked at me, and I realized what I’d said. Was it presumptuous to assume she might want to get pregnant with me some other time? I sure as hell hoped so, but it was definitely something we had to discuss first.
Exhaustion hit me as I returned with a warm washcloth. I was perfectly willing to clean it for her, but she took it from me, wiped up, and climbed out of bed.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
At least she’d promised to be right back. I would have been worried otherwise. But her clothes were still here on the bedroom floor, so it wasn’t like she could go far.
When she returned, that big smile remained on her face, and I could see why she’d left. She held a foam cup in each hand, straws sticking up through the lids.
“Our milkshakes,” I said.
“Milkshakes in bed after sex.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t get better than that.”
“Plus, we can toast our new partnership,” I said.
Her smile fell a little as she climbed onto the bed and sat near the foot, crossing one leg over the top of the other. I wanted her closer, but I sipped my chocolate milkshake to comfort myself.
“Our business partnership?” she asked.
I pulled the straw out of my mouth. “That too, but I’m thinking partnership in every way. If, that is, you’re interested.”
Her eyebrows lifted. She held the straw inches from her mouth, poised to take another sip.
“What are you proposing?” she asked.
“It can start with more of this,” I gestured to indicate the bed we were seated on, “but I’d like to take you on a date.”
“A date?”
“One to start, but hopefully it’ll lead to another date and another, and we can see where this goes.”
“You want to date me,” she said.
Oh, I wanted to do so much more, but I figured I should probably start slow. I had just met her, after all. Plus, we were supposed to be enemies.
“I have a feeling it’s going to go well,” I said. “If it does, you could stay with me and Toby while you’re overseeing your spa being built.”
“Retreat center,” she said, tilting her head at me. But the devilish gleam in her eye told me she was teasing.
“Retreat center,” I corrected. “Eventually, I’ll get that right.”
She lifted her cup toward me as if in a toast. “It’s a deal.”
I gently pressed my cup against hers. Instead of taking a sip, though, I moved to her end of the bed and gave her a long, sweet kiss. The kiss tasted like a mix of churros and her natural sweet taste. It was the best combination imaginable.