Chapter Sixty-Four
Sloane
Ashley coyly batted her eyelashes at me.
“Is there a ‘you and me’?”
“Probably not at the moment, but I’d like there to be again.”
She stared at me as she considered what I was suggesting.
“I think we could try dating.”
I moved my face, so my mouth hovered over hers.
“Does dating involve kissing?”
“I think it’s a requirement,” she said breathlessly and closed her eyes as I captured her mouth with mine.
Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted like… chocolate. I couldn’t help but smile.
She broke the kiss and demanded, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” I murmured as I pulled her bottom lip between mine and released it. “I just can’t believe I’m actually kissing you.”
“Keep kissing me.”
I happily complied with her request. The kiss started soft but it didn’t take long before our tongues tangled and I angled my mouth while urgently cupping her ass.
Her hips subtly ground against my erection, and I kissed the sensitive spot below her ear while breathing in her scent.
Fucking nirvana.
“Are we allowed to do more than kiss while dating?” I whispered against her skin.
Her hand clung to the back of my head, holding me against her when she panted, “How else will we know if we’re sexually compatible?”
I raised my head to look at her with lifted brows.
“We haven’t already established that?”
“You never know, things might have changed. We need to be sure.”
“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to risk it.”
She reached for my belt and unbuckled it without looking as we resumed making out, then unbuttoned my jeans.
With the fly of my jeans wide open, I backed her against the kitchen island, gripped her hips, and lifted her up. Her legs came around my middle, and she pulled me closer while we continued kissing.
My fingers wove into her hair, while my cock ached to be inside her.
I took a step back, leaned down, and unzipped the leg of my prosthetic-friendly jeans.
“That’s pretty snazzy,” she quipped.
“I don’t love that I can’t just go to the Levi’s store anymore, but I was happy to find jeans I can wear.”
“That’s great,” she said as she lifted her hips and slid her yoga pants down her thighs. “Now take them off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
My hard cock bounced when it was freed from the confines of my boxer briefs, and she cooed her approval while spreading her legs wider in invitation.
I stepped between her thighs and rubbed my dick against her slick clit.
“I don’t have a condom, baby.”
“We’re still okay.”
She moved her hips, trying to align my cock with her entrance, and when she succeeded, we pressed our bodies together.
“Fuuuuck, Ash,” I moaned in her ear as I began to slide in and out. “You feel so good, baby.”
She clung to my back and whimpered as she met me thrust for thrust. “So do you.”
I held her face and looked into her eyes while I pumped into her pussy. Her hazel eyes stared back at me.
I didn’t say it out loud, and neither did she, but this wasn’t just satisfying a need.
Moving my hand between us, I massaged her clit, and she leaned back on her elbows with her eyes closed.
“Yes, Sloane. Oh fuck, yes. Right there.”
Her body tightened, and I felt her skin go flush, so I knew she was close.
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel your pussy quiver around my dick as you come.”
She moaned loudly, then slapped her hand over her mouth, making me chuckle.
“Come for me, sweetness,” I urged again, and this time, she lurched forward as her orgasm took over.
“That’s it. Good girl. Fucking come all over that dick.”
I removed my hand from her clit but kept thrusting as I leaned down and held her face between my hands to kiss her again.
“I love you, baby,” I whispered, then increased my tempo until I growled my release deep inside her.
Dropping my forehead to hers, my heart felt like it was going to explode when she whispered, “I love you, too.”