48. Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Eight
Ash
I t’s time. She stands and takes his hand, leading him towards his bedroom. He follows slowly, letting her tug him where she wants him to go. They stop along the way to kiss, and she pulls at his shirt.
“What do you want, baby?”
“This, take this off.”
He undoes the buttons from the top down, and as soon as he’s finished with the last button, she’s pushing it off his shoulders.
They are still in the hallway, and she runs her hands all over him.
Touching his chest, arms, and stomach. He’s so hard everywhere, so built and firm.
Yet she can pillow her head on his chest and be perfectly comfortable.
She loves his body hair. It’s a weird thing to love, she thinks, but she doesn’t care.
He has thick hair starting on his wrists, going up his arms. His chest is covered with soft curly hair, and there’s a thick line of hair leading into his jeans, where she knows there’s a dark coarse thatch of it.
She runs her fingers through his chest hair, loving the way it feels on her hands.
His nipples are dusky, and when she scrapes a nail over one, he shivers.
“Like that?”
“I like everything you do, baby.”
“But you're sensitive, here,” she pinches the other nipple and hears him suck in a breath.
“Yeah.”
She pulls his face down to hers, and they kiss some more. It’s deep but not frantic.
They finally make it to his bedroom, where he picks her up and tosses her on the bed. She can’t help but giggle.
“Come on now, your turn, Ash, I want to see you.”
He kneels over her and tugs on the hem of her sweater. She lifts it up, and he pulls it off. She’s forgone a bra today, and he groans when he sees her. She doesn’t cover up, doesn’t shy away. She lifts her arms above her head and stretches out.
His hand cups her waist and moves upward over her ribs till it grasps her breast.
“Mine,” he growls out.
“All yours, big guy.”
He bends down and takes her nipple into his mouth. It’s all she can do not to buck upwards at the warm, wet assault on her breast. It feels good, and in a flash, he’s moved to the other one, sucking and biting it. A soft growl, almost like a purr, comes from his chest.
“You’re purring,” she giggles.
“Am not,” he grumbles against her breast, tongue darting out to lick it.
“Yes, you are, you’re just a big old teddy bear, aren’t you?”
He sits up and frowns down at her.
“I’m a vicious predator, Ash. I could kill a man in an instant.”
“But you would never, would you? You save puppies and rescue kittens from trees. You help little old ladies with their groceries. And you are a big sap who reads romance novels. You couldn’t hurt a fly, Raif, and I love you for it.”
He smirks and bends down to peck her on the lips.
“I do not purr.”
“What do you call that sound then, huh?”
“It’s a growl, a very manly growl,” he punctuates his statement by growling into her ear while sucking on the tendon in her neck.
“Whatever you say, big guy. Still my teddy bear.”
He pulls his face away from her neck and looks down at her. All she sees is love. She’s never had anyone look at her the way Raif does, even James. He looks at her like he can’t live without her, like she’s everything to him. She hopes she looks at him the same way.
“Kiss me, Raif,” she whispers.
His mouth is immediately on hers, slowly mapping it while cupping her cheek.
His other hand drifts to her ribs, then her waist, before moving over to the button on her jeans.
She lets him take his time, stroking her belly button, dipping his fingers underneath the waistband.
She doesn’t rush him, just lets him touch and explore her body.
He cups her sex over her jeans and rubs the heel of his hand into her clit.
She’s not expecting it, and she bucks up and moans.
It feels good. She knows her panties are wet by now.
When he finally undoes the button of her jeans and pulls the zipper down, she can’t help but grip his hair a little tighter.
He loves teasing her, drawing it out. And the orgasms are amazing, the best she’s ever had.
But right now she wants him to touch her, really touch her.
Stroke her quickly so she comes, so it relieves the pressure inside.
He pulls her jeans down her hips, lifting his body off hers to work them down and off. When she’s just in her panties, he dips his head down, burying his nose in her sex and rubbing.
“You smell so good here.”
She can’t help but pant. It’s so hot, turns her on so much that he would do that. He licks her through her panties. It feels good, but not as good as his mouth will feel on her.
“Please, Raif.”
“What do you want, baby?”
He lifts his head up from between her legs to look at her. She wants to tell him to put his mouth on her or his fingers, something to make her come. But instead she says, “I want to see you.”
He kneels up and reaches for his fly. She’s immediately there, sitting up and fumbling with his button as he works his zipper.
She pushes at his jeans, and he stands up to take them off.
She can see the wet spot on his boxer briefs, and she loves that she turns him on this much.
She thumbs at it, rubbing the pad of her thumb over the head of his cock through the denim.
When she pulls the waistband of his boxers over and down, his cock springs free, slapping against his abs, leaving a wet trail there. She leans forward, lapping at the head before sucking it gently into her mouth.
“Fuck, Ash, your mouth, baby.”
She hums on his cock, and his hand darts up to grip her hair.
She bobs down, taking as much of him in her mouth as she can.
He tastes salty and tangy, and it’s definitely a taste she’s grown to love and crave.
She wants him in her mouth always. She takes him deep, over and over again.
His hand tightens on her hair, not pushing her, just holding on tight.
Her hands slide up and down his hairy thighs.
She can feel the strong muscle there, feel how his legs tremble as she goes down deep.
After a minute, he pulls her off.
“Lay back, baby, I wanna make you come.”