Chapter 9 Asher
Ifelt like I was walking thirty stories in the air on a goddamn tightrope.
My control was quickly becoming untethered, fringing rapidly, about to snap at any moment.
“Jesus Christ,” I growled. “How the do you smell so damn good?” I exhaled. The words slipped past my mouth as a primal feral inside of me took control.
“Daddy.” Those sweet whimpers as she called me that were going to untether me even more.
Hearing her call me that was heady, empowering.
It made me want to stand taller with my chest puffed out every time she called me that.
“Please,” she begged. My hands dropped to her waist and skimmed the small sliver of pale skin that showed between her top and the satiny shorts she was wearing.
“Please what, princess? What do you want.”
“More.”
“More of what, pretty girl. You need daddy’s touch?”
“Daddy,” she whined. I felt my lips tip upward in an almost cruel smirk.
“Your skin’s so soft,” I murmured against her neck. I dragged my teeth up and down the right side only to move my attention to the left, stroking that silky band of skin at her stomach with the pads of my fingers.
“I’m going to take every stitch of clothing off your delicious little body,” I warned. “Then you’re going to lie down on the bed for me, understood?” She nodded, and I tsked. “I need the words, princess. Tell daddy you want that.”
“I do, daddy. I want all of that.” She shivered, and her skin filled with gooseflesh.
“Good girl.” I stood taller and turned her around. Without taking my eyes off her, I took every piece of clothing off, not that she was wearing a lot.
I started by kneeling at her feet and pulling down her cute, thick socks.
Kissing her ankles then her knees before I worked on pulling the satiny material of her sleep shorts down her thighs.
My gaze stayed on hers. I was tempted to look at every inch of skin I exposed and pinning my gaze to her pretty, little pussy lips, but I didn’t.
A feat that should have gained me the damn Nobel Peace Prize.
I stood and carefully shimmed the camisole up and over her head.
That’s when I lost my fight.
The road to hell was paved with good intentions, but fuck, I couldn’t help it. My eyes raked up and down her body, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“You’re perfect,” I rasped.
“Hardly.” She giggled, making her beautiful, round, perky tits jiggle. It wasn’t lost on me just how comfortable she almost seemed standing naked in front of me. I loved how Ember didn’t try and hide herself from me.
“You are.” Her skin was a creamy peaches-and-cream tone with very slight tan lines that boasted of some kind of summer trip.
My brain filled with all kinds of images of Ember in a sexy little bikini.
Images I would make become a reality as soon as the weather warmed up.
I leaned forward, and she breathed in sharply.
Our eyes connected, and the world felt like it stopped dead in its track.
Like we were the only two who existed right then and there.
I didn’t lose sight of her as I leaned in and kissed a tan line on her shoulder.
It was a simple kiss, but the way she looked at me, the way those baby blues heated up, you would have thought I’d done something sinfully delicious to her.
“So responsive,” I grunted. “Soft. Sweet,” I muttered against her skin, loving the way it flared to life with goose bumps as she shook.
Not with fear but with anticipation.
My princess wanted daddy’s touch.
Seeing it, knowing it, was going to be my undoing. I swallowed hard, trying to temper down this need growing deep inside of me as my hands glided up and down her body. Exploring her. Tracing her curves. Making sure not to miss any angle and dip of her sexy body. Mine.
“Daddy.” She shook with need, and I forced myself to step away and point at the bed.
Without having to be told twice, she moved, settling in the middle of the mattress.
My hand rose and rested over my chest. Jesus, she was a sight to behold.
Like a queen taking her place on her throne.
No. That will be when she rides my face, I thought to myself, adding something else to the never-ending list of things I wanted to do to her, with her, for her.
I undid my shirt, hating the godforsaken endless buttons, wondering what the hell I had been thinking when I got dressed this morning. Didn’t I know I was going to meet the most perfect creature in the world and fall in love?
Love.
My fingers stuttered to a stop as I worked the third-to-last button. My eyes pinned on the woman in my bed. Love. Holy fucking shit. I might not have fallen in love at first sight back in the grocery store, but I’d known she was different the moment our eyes connected.
No, this was love at first chill.
Because there was no denying it. I was in love with Ember Thomas.
Saying to hell with the buttons, I ripped the shirt open, loving the way her eyes widened at the sight of me being too fucking impatient to undo the last three.
Her lips parted, and she lifted her body up on her elbows.
And if I wasn’t mistaken, those pretty, lithe thighs spread for me just a little.
Just enough to see how she glistened under the dim mood lighting in the bedroom.
I hurried and took everything off. My pants and boxer briefs were gone, and my cock sprung forward.
I grabbed it, stroking it as I stared at her.
Once. Twice. Her blue eyes moved down my body to where my hand stroked my shaft, and I watched as her breathing changed.
“Daddy,” she whispered. I felt like a caged animal finally let loose. I crawled up the bed and straight between her legs.
“Open for me, princess,” I softly ordered.
She did as I asked, and when I looked at the treasure between her legs and breathed in, I knew I would never be the same.
Fuck working or building some kind of empire!
Hell, fuck eating and breathing, for that matter.
The only thing that mattered was the gorgeous woman in bed with me.
I could live off the sight of her, but my mouth watered for a taste.
“Spread your lips for me. Show daddy how much you want him.” Her delicate hands shook slightly as they moved down her body and between her legs.
I watched as her folds opened for me, blossoming like a flower, Ember’s clit poking out between her lips.
My tongue skated along my bottom lip before my head dipped and I kissed her inner left thigh and then her right, nudging her clit with my nose.
I filled my lungs with the dewy feminine scent of her arousal.
She is dripping wet and so damn ready for daddy.
If anyone would have told me just yesterday I’d be in bed with a woman, back in my hometown, a woman I barely knew but at the same time knew was mine and I was in love, I would have laughed in their face and told them they should get their head checked.
But there I was. A man in love with the most beautiful, perfect woman for me. It was a testament to the fact you never knew where life could take you and just how quickly shit could change in the blink of an eye.
I glanced up at her. Those blue eyes heated with longing, and need stared back at me. Ember squirmed and wiggled her hips in front of me.
“It hurts, daddy,” she whined, and I swear to god, a bead of fluid wept from the tip of my cock.
“What hurts, baby girl?”
“Here.” Her delicate hand dropped between her thighs, and I watched as those pretty fingertips petted her swollen clit, then gently skimmed over that tight little hole. A hole that would be mine, only mine. Honey dripped between her pretty crack, and I knew there was no turning back.
“Here?” I asked, gently pushing her hand away and touching her for the first time.
She was so fucking soft. Light blonde curls trimmed and matted with her moisture.
Her little hole was so small my cock bobbed against my thigh and the mattress, just thinking about what a tight fit it was going to be when I slid inside her.
Because at this point, it was when and not if.
“Yes!” she mewled. Her hips bucked under me. “Yes, there, daddy, right there,” she whined adorably. “It aches. Please, daddy, make it feel better,” she whimpered, and when our eyes locked, my cock throbbed.
“I’m going to make it all feel better, baby girl,” I vowed.
Leaning forward, I nudged her clit with my nose before my tongue flattened on her.
Swiping at her like a melting ice cream cone, making sure to lap at her back and forth.
Back and forth, literally tasting my woman melt like sugar on my tongue.
“Daddy!” she moaned. Her hand fell to my hair as her feet hit my shoulders.
And I didn’t hold back.
I couldn’t.
I buried my face between the heaven her legs held.
I was like a starving man who couldn’t get enough.
I firmed my tongue and dove in, feeling her velvety walls clench around me before I slipped it out.
The pad of my finger moved to her entrance, and she bucked the moment I started to slide inside of her.
“Ash!” she purred. I pushed my finger in further, deeper. “Daddy! Yes!” She tossed her head back. “I’m, I’m… oh my—“ Her voice cracked and her back arched off the mattress. I lost sight of her gaze, but that didn’t mean I tore my eyes off her.
Hell no. She was beautiful as she shattered beneath my fingers and my swirling tongue before sucking on her clit between my lips. Wet warmth gushed from her body as she came, and I worked hard to not waste a drop of her honeyed sweetness.
“That was…” she breathed, her legs shaky on my shoulders.
I lifted my head and kissed the inside one ankle and then the other before setting them back on the bed and making my way up her body, peppering kisses until my mouth found hers.
She didn’t hesitate to kiss me back. Knowing she could taste herself, that I could still taste her on my togue, only made me harder.
“More,” she whispered.