Chapter 25 #2
I close my eyes and run my fingers through his hair. He takes his time, his tongue making lazy loops around my clit. I’m not sure how he does it, but he stays just close enough to let me feel him, but not so close that his stubble scratches.
“You should grow your hair out,” I mumble, hips twitching up. “Need something to…grip…”
He slips two fingers inside me and I clamp down on them with a gasp. My hips roll when he moves them just right in time with his tongue.
“You’re gripping me just fine,” he murmurs against me.
I grab his shoulders instead of his head because I’m moments from scratching the shit out of his scalp.
He adjusts his arms so they’re looped around my legs, keeping them apart.
I can’t squirm away from him like this, not that I want to.
Every flick and suck makes me want to scream and ride the crests and dips like a rollercoaster.
There’s no point in holding back when he’s going to make me come as many times as I want to. I let my orgasm take over, shuddering and gasping as he draws it out of me. I’m a puddle on the couch moments later, my head spinning.
“You want to?” Ash asks, pulling a condom from the pocket of his robe.
I nod and take the condom from him. We haven’t spoken about going this far since the first night we hooked up—something about it feels final, somehow. Like this isn’t just a casual thing we can completely write off anymore.
I tear open the package and we slide it on his length together. He starts to take off his robe, but I grab the lapel to keep it up. His grin is so big that I can’t help but smile, too.
“You really like them that much?” he asks, sitting on the couch.
“You know the answer to that.” I climb onto his lap and slide onto him.
I’m a little too eager at first, because he’s a lot to take in. His girth stretches me, and he’s so long that being on top is almost too much to handle. But he seems to know this and pulls me into an embrace that makes the angle just right. More than just right—my whole body sings and lights up.
I slowly ride him, getting used to the feeling. It’s been so damn long since I’ve had sex that I’m surprised I remember what to do. Ash’s breath is ragged in my ear, his hands skimming down my back to grip my ass. He lets out a little satisfied grunt when he squeezes each cheek.
“You take me so well,” he says, jerking his hips up to meet me on my descent. “Like you’ve been doing it all along. A perfect fit.”
The increase in friction makes my head spin, and I can’t figure out what to say in response. I don’t know if I can say anything, period. It’s so, so good. He takes over, gliding in and out of me with deliberate movements. His teeth rake the side of my neck, sending shivers all over.
As good as it is, I feel like I should be saying something. Usually my mouth is full of his dick, so I can’t talk. Or we’re making out, so neither of us can talk. But it feels like he was opening the door to dirty talk and his cock has severed the connection between my brain and my mouth.
“Shit,” I finally say. “Sorry. Can’t…”
He stops, then helps me lean back so he can see my face. “You alright?”
I’m used to being naked around him, but I haven’t felt naked and kind of ridiculous before. Why am I acting so brand new? I’ve been able to talk when we’ve hooked up in the past. I wish my brain would calm the fuck down.
“Yeah, it’s just…I’m not sure what to say and I feel like I should talk.” I take a second to tie a few stray locs behind my head to keep them out of the way. His eyes go to my breasts.
“Jada, you don’t have to say a thing.” He lifts me off of him. “But if you want an excuse to not say anything, I’ve got you. Bend over the arm of the couch.”
I do as he says. The arms of the couch are pretty high, so my toes barely touch the floor. My face is buried in one of my throw pillows.
“You don’t have to speak.” He lines his cock up with my entrance. “You just have to scream into that pillow.”
He slams into me, and yes, I scream into that pillow.
This angle makes me feel so full, like he’s everywhere.
The power of his thrust makes my toes come off the floor.
I try to kick my legs to get them back down, but he’s holding me in place.
The rush of almost helplessness, like I’m at his mercy, pushes me toward the edge.
“So fucking good, Jada. Just let me take care of everything,” he says as he pounds into me. “Your ass looks even more perfect from this angle.”
I shut my brain off. And shutting my brain off is a pretty monumental feat. All I can think about is where our bodies are joined, and all the pleasure he’s wringing out of me.
I can tell he’s close because his breathing picks up and he fucks me harder. The movement makes my clit rub against the couch, and my orgasm comes on so intensely that I see stars. He’s right behind me, gripping me so hard that I might have bruises soon.
But once we’re done, he smooths his hands over where he gripped me and puts me back on my feet. I wobble a little, and he guides me to sit on the couch. He disappears, probably disposing of the condom, and returns moments later. I gather just enough energy to make space for him on the couch.
He sits down next to me and pulls me against his chest so we’re cuddling. His body is hot from exertion, and he smells like clean sweat in a way that I weirdly like. We stay like that until our strength comes back.
“Can I have another bite of that cornbread thing?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“If I can have a bite of your scone.”
We eat our treats and go back to watching the show, still cuddling. Eventually we let CC out for the first time, and he and Pip circle each other. Neither of them hiss or growl, but they join us in the living room, settling on opposite sides of the couch.
This light, fluttery feeling is so addictive. When I daydreamed about falling in love in the past, it was cinematic. Fancy dates in places I’ve never been, vacations, things like that. Not sitting in my living room, doing my hair together and eating treats on a drizzly Saturday.
But falling in love is looking way more like the latter.