Chapter Thirty-two
As frantic as they’d been to get to the bedroom—Razor pulled Ashton into a fierce kiss that had them bumping into walls along the way—they slowed as soon as they crossed the threshold. Razor caressed the tiny, almost-indiscernible scar along Ashton’s hairline.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” she whispered.
Ashton grabbed Razor’s hand and kissed the palm.
“I’m sorry I never let you apologize.” She continued to place open-mouthed kisses on Razor’s hand, her arm, until she reached her mouth and kissed her longingly, yet gently.
Razor reached over Ashton’s shoulder and pulled the elastic band, releasing the blond strands before grasping Ashton’s nape.
Ashton’s strong arms wrapped around her neck.
She groaned when Ashton’s leg wrapped behind her calf.
And she was more than happy with the little yelp as she squeezed Ashton’s backside, hoisting her into her arms before laying her gently on the bed.
Razor watched with rapt attention as Ashton crawled up, discarding her tank top then settling into the pillows.
Her eyes raked over Ashton’s exposed skin, her taut nipples, and the undulation of her abs as she gasped for air.
Razor crawled slowly on her knees, throwing her shirt somewhere behind her.
Her eyes held Ashton’s, and when Ashton bit her lip, Razor nearly gave in and crushed her body to Ashton’s. But she held restraint.
She pressed her hands to Ashton’s knees, spreading her legs wider, and admired the view a little longer before crawling up the glorious body and taking Ashton’s mouth once again.
Kissing Ashton was exhilaration. She couldn’t get enough of it, and despite what it was bound to lead to, Razor didn’t think it could get any better. Then it did.
Ashton’s soft, firm hands reached up and pulled her down until their bodies were flush, causing a sensory overload, and Razor gasped.
“This feels amazing,” she said.
Ashton laughed and raked her nails lightly up and down Razor’s back. “There’s more to come.”
Razor pulled Ashton’s leg up over her hip, surprised when the other joined from the other side, essentially trapping her. She moaned, not because she was uncomfortable. If anything, she loved this feeling of being enveloped by someone who cared about her, someone who loved her.
She pulled back and saw desire in Ashton’s eyes.
A soft caress on Ashton’s arm elicited a sharp breath, and when Razor’s hand slid down Ashton’s thigh, she was rewarded with a moan as Ashton bit her lip in ecstasy.
Wondering what other reactions she could draw out, Razor grasped Ashton’s breast as she’d done in the living room.
Hazel eyes widened, but no breath released.
“Remember to breathe,” Razor commanded. Ashton took a deep breath as Razor’s hand circled around her nipple, inching closer and closer. “Inhale. And exhale.”
Razor dipped her head and placed an open-mouthed kiss over the areola and was rewarded with a whimper and hands tugging her hair.
She circled the nipple with her tongue and sucked it lightly into her mouth.
She savored the taste of Ashton’s skin on her tongue, but the reactions she heard were even sweeter.
When Ashton’s hands tightened, Razor knew it was time to give the same attention to her other breast.
The reaction was immediate as her tongue swirled in circular patterns and her teeth engaged to give the correct ratio of pain to pleasure.
The fingers in her hair flexed, the legs wrapped around her waist tightened, and Razor groaned, but she didn’t stop until a forceful hand pulled her up.
The kiss was demanding, as were Ashton’s hands.
Ashton dropped her feet to the bed and shimmied out of her shorts before instructing Razor to do the same.
She didn’t make Razor’s task easy, as her mouth assaulted Razor’s neck while she fumbled with her shorts and tossed them to the floor.
Razor didn’t have time to admire Ashton’s newly exposed skin before Ashton pulled her down and resumed her position in Razor’s arms.
Razor continued the gentle caresses and kisses she’d begun earlier, except without the clothes impeding her progress, and she went lower.
Her hand slid over Ashton’s stomach, grazing the flesh.
Ashton’s moan telegraphed she had a clue of what was to come.
Razor sat back on her heels and allowed her fingers to slide farther, down Ashton’s legs, around the knee, and back up the inside of her thigh.
She rested her hand on the sensitive flesh where hip met pelvis and saw intense desire and concentration on Ashton’s face.
Razor’s breathing became erratic, and she closed her eyes to give herself a moment.
“Razor, please.”
The plea brought her back, and she eased on top of Ashton.
Her hand inched closer, and she felt the wetness.
Ashton took a long inhale. Razor followed suit.
With her eyes fully on Ashton, Razor slowly inserted two fingers.
Ashton exhaled long and slow. Razor loved the sensuality of this moment.
She and Ashton were connected as much as two people could be, and it was this connection that propelled her on.
When Ashton opened her mouth, Razor’s tongue slipped inside, matching the pace of her fingers as they massaged the interior walls.
Ashton threw her head back and planted her hands against the headboard as her body writhed in rhythm.
Razor looked at the delicious body underneath her and mapped the valleys and plains with her free hand.
When she latched on to Ashton’s waist and picked up her speed, moans of pleasure gave way to screams. Shifting her weight, Razor rested her knee between Ashton’s thighs and placed her thumb over her clit.
She applied pressure and used her knee to drive her fingers deeper.
Seconds later, Ashton cried out. The orgasm ripped through her body, and she launched up off the bed, grabbing Razor by the neck, digging her nails into the skin as Razor milked every last ounce of pleasure from her body.
Razor wasn’t surprised Ashton came so fast. They’d been building to this for months.
But the next orgasms she would draw out for eternity.
Their panting sounded loud in the quiet of the room.
Slowly, Ashton relaxed her grip and caressed Razor’s neck, where her nails had no doubt left their mark.
Razor kept her fingers inside, wanting to keep the connection a little longer.
Ashton tugged her down and embraced her fully.
Razor’s breathing evened out and her eyes began to close, but she didn’t care.
She was certain Ashton didn’t care either.
They were finally where they belonged, in each other’s arms.
* * *
Ashton relished the full weight of Razor’s body on top of her. She raked her nails gently up and down the sweaty muscles of her back and planted a soft kiss on the sweaty strands slipping through her fingers.
“Worth the wait,” she whispered. A rumble vibrated through Razor’s chest.
“What was worth it?” Razor asked.
Ashton pulled Razor tight against her. “Touching you. Feeling you. Savoring you,” she whispered against Razor’s lips. “Loving you.”
She kissed Razor soundly, thoroughly, not allowing her to respond. Then Ashton reached as far down as she could and squeezed Razor’s ass.
“Oh God,” Razor moaned, pulling back and gasping for air.
“You like that?” Ashton asked, punctuating her question with another squeeze. Razor closed her eyes and nodded. “Hmm, this is good information. Something I will definitely file away for later. But for now…”
Ashton dragged her hands back up Razor’s torso and received a whimper of protest. She reveled in the feel of toned muscles twitching underneath her fingers.
She skimmed the sides of small breasts, basking in the shudder that raced through Razor’s body, making her squirm even more.
Razor didn’t say a word, but Ashton knew she was on pins and needles, waiting for her next move.
She didn’t waste any time and took a pert nipple into her mouth, rolling their bodies, then straddling Razor’s thighs.
She nipped the sensitive flesh with her teeth and was rewarded with a low moan, then she swirled it with her tongue, bringing it to a stiff peak.
Ashton looked up at one point and found Razor’s gaze focused solely on her.
She gave the nipple one last tug, then moved on to more delicious parts of Razor’s glorious body.
“Give me your hands,” she commanded quietly.
Razor complied and laced their fingers together.
Ashton kissed a path across her abdomen.
The muscles contracted as she moved farther down.
She reached the junction of Razor’s thighs, and the sweet smell of arousal was intoxicating.
Her willpower waned. She wanted to bury her face in the wetness she saw, but she wanted to do something else first.
Keeping their hands anchored to the bed, she nuzzled the inside of one thigh and breathed on the sensitive skin.
Razor bent her leg, planting her foot squarely on the mattress.
Ashton looked up and gave a quick smile before kissing her way toward Razor’s center.
She ran her tongue to the point where thigh met the hip before looking at Razor once more.
There it was. That fire. That passion. Ashton’s mouth watered at that look, the look of a lover who had complete trust in her.
She smiled then dipped her head, delaying no longer.
She nosed past the dark curls and ran her tongue up the length of Razor’s slit.
Razor thrashed above her, slamming her head into the pillow, her torso bowing, trying to pull away or push Ashton closer or both.
The reaction only spurred Ashton on, sucking Razor’s clit into her mouth.
Razor’s thighs on either side of Ashton’s head trembled.
She scooted lower to get a better position, then pushed her tongue into the waiting folds, tasting every ounce of Razor as her hips moved in rhythm.
“Ashton,” she gasped. “Please, I need to feel you.”
Ashton groaned when Razor’s foot planted itself on her back and pressed down hard, changing the angle just enough to allow Ashton to hit the spot Razor desperately needed.
Ashton released Razor’s hands and wrapped her arms around Razor’s thighs, pulling her fully onto her mouth and allowing Razor to grab her hair. A low keening started above her.
“I’m close,” Razor gasped.
Releasing Razor’s left thigh, Ashton pushed two fingers inside.
The foot on her back quickly disappeared as Razor leveraged herself off the bed and screamed Ashton’s name, then flopped back down on the blanket, gasping for air.
Ashton laughed and crawled up Razor’s body, placing light kisses along abs, ribs, shoulders, ending with a deep, sensual kiss sharing Razor’s essence.
Razor clutched Ashton to her and pushed her hair behind her ear, gazing at her intently.
Ashton smiled, feeling happier than she had in a long time.
“You were right. Totally worth it,” Razor whispered hoarsely.
Ashton nuzzled close and slipped her hands underneath Razor’s shoulder blades, bringing them as close as humanly possible. Razor caressed Ashton’s hair, soothingly, lovingly.
Ashton felt the familiar prick of tears at the tenderness of the moment. She didn’t want Razor to doubt her or to think something was wrong. So she hugged Razor tighter.
“Will you stay?” Ashton asked.
“For how long?”
Ashton opened her eyes. “Is forever too long?”
Razor smiled. “How about we start with tonight and see how it goes?”
They shifted their positions until they lay side by side. Razor spooned Ashton, but they never separated. As they drifted off, Ashton had one final thought. Yes, they could start with tonight. Hopefully, forever wouldn’t be too far behind.