Chapter Four
Bernie
“Tell me your Chinese order,” he murmurs, his breath tickling against my skin.
I don’t want to move. I’m caught in that special place between sleep and giddy satisfaction. “Hmm” is the only response I’m capable of, snuggling into the soft sheets. I’m warm and perfectly comfortable. I’m not sure I could move even if this hotel was on fire.
Ash curls around me, sliding his hand over my belly, his chest hair is soft against my back. When he laughs through his nose right into my neck it doesn’t even bother me. “Are you still asleep?” A hand creeps farther up and strokes my nipples. They tighten under his fingers, and it feels good.
“Hmm…no.”
“Feeling good, sunshine?”
“So good. I don’t think I have bones left.”
He laughs again and kisses me. “Tell me your Chinese order.”
“Is this some kind of weird after-sex ice breaker?” I turn to look back at him. His eyes are crinkled again, smiling. He’s going to have those awesome deep laugh lines when he’s older. I could become addicted to someone whose smiles make me smile back.
“No. I want to feed you, and we missed our reservation. You fell asleep.” He brushes a kiss across my lips. “Unless you want to go somewhere?”
I’m already shaking my head. I don’t have the confidence in my legs to carry me anywhere. “No bones,” I sigh and dramatically flop onto my back. He’s laughing when he straddles my hips, holding my hands over my head.
Umm, hello. Did it just get hot in here?
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
I look at him warily. His words don’t feel like reality, and as sweet as they are, they make me want to squirm. I blow a raspberry to try to change the mood.
“You already got the goods. You can dial the seduction down a notch.” I expect his big smile, but instead, he leans down closer to my face, squeezing those big thighs on either side of my hips.
“So beautiful.” He nuzzles my nose, and I feel a little like I’m standing on the observation deck of a very tall building without any safety rails–the fear of falling makes my blood race, but the view is so amazing it might be worth it. I’m not sure I'm ready for this. I don’t know if I can do this. I start to shake my head, but he kisses me before I can say anything.
My face burns from his beard, but I can tell he’s trying to be gentle with me, drawing my tongue out of my mouth. I pull my hands from his grip and slide them into his thick hair. He kisses down my face to my breasts, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth.
How do I already want him again?
“God, I want you again. How do I already want you again?” he moans into me, rocking his hips a little. I can feel his growing erection on my stomach and sigh in satisfaction.
Did he just read my mind?
“Yes.” I arch up into him, encouraging him to take me back in his mouth.
He groans and gives my left nipple a hard nip with his teeth. “No, not yet, I need to feed you. Aren’t you hungry?” His mouth is back on me, and I would probably say yes to anything if it meant he kept doing just that.
I slide one hand down my stomach to grip him tightly.
“Bernie,” he moans.
“You started it.” I slide my finger over his thick head, loving the glide of his foreskin as I stroke him against my skin.
He bites me again, flooding my body with hot need when he sucks the abused nipple into his mouth. I sense his hand reaching for something then I watch as he sits up and unrolls a condom over his shaft.
“You’re right. Let me finish it.” He lifts a leg and then flips me on my stomach, parting my legs just enough to feel how slippery I am. His fingers are replaced with his dick, and I grunt because he feels so big this way. He drapes his front over me and pushes my hair to the side so he can kiss my neck while he rocks against me.
“Fuck, Ash,” I say as I grip the bedding.
“Are you sore? I can stop.” He cups one of my breasts, massaging and plucking the nipple, but his hips start to pull back.
I pant and clench around him. “Don’t stop,” I demand, and his chuckle is dark as fuck.
“Then are you going to let me all the way in, sunshine?”
What , I think.
I swear I go a little cross-eyed when he pulls my leg just a little wider at the knee, sinking deeper.
“Holy shit,” I moan into my pillow, arching my ass back into him. My body does not know what’s good for it. You stupid hussy. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.
“You’re so sexy,” he groans. Ash starts to stroke my clit, rocking his hips slowly against me with his chest pinning down my body.
“It’s never felt like this, Bernie. Fuck,” he groans, “I can feel you already fluttering around me.”
I’m surrounded by his body and words, making the air hot and thick. I’m making ugly open-mouth noises in my pillow, all sensation, no thoughts. It’s never happened to me like this either. To feel consumed with someone. It feels effortless.
“I want you to scream my name when you come.” He brings a second finger up and then he’s scissoring my clit between his fingers. “I want you to be as obsessed with me as I am with you,” he whispers, turning his face into my skin and sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
A deep keening cry escapes into my pillow as I rock in time with his hips. He adjusts his fingers and keeps a steady rhythm on my clit, grazing the sides, his dick giving the perfect pressure. My lower belly tightens and I cant my hips, urging him to go faster but he holds my hip still, pushing me–pushing me until I’m once again falling over the edge. I cry out as I clench around him.
I don’t scream his name, but he yells mine.
A little later, I’m not sure if I can’t breathe because I lost the ability with that orgasm or because Ash is practically lying on top of me. I can feel him draw in a shaky breath, and then he slowly slides out of me and walks to the bathroom.
I stay face-planted.
Just bury me here, world, I’ve peaked. She died, but she was satisfied.
I’m laughing at my own stupid joke when I hear him come out of the bathroom.
“You’re dangerous, sunshine.” He places a warm hand on my hip and then runs a warm washcloth between my legs. I yelp, jackknifing away and rolling over to the opposite side of the bed to stand.
“I’m okay there, no need for hygiene assistance.” I snatch the cloth that’s trapped between my legs and pull a sheet up to cover my body.
He holds his hands up in the universal ‘don’t mind me, I’m harmless’ gesture. “Hey sorry. I was just, uh, trying to help. No hygienic aftercare. Got it.” He blushes and rubs a hand over his cheek. “I just thought you would like it.”
“I--uh.” I panic a little because I don’t know what to say . “Don’t?”
I watch as he shifts from foot to foot, and I kind of want to save him from the awkwardness that’s bigger than this bed between us.
“It was, umm, nice of you to think of me?” I offer.
“Yeah?” He slowly walks around the bed, pausing in front of me before his hand cups my elbow.
“Yeah, you know, maybe you don’t need the full service since you have umm, strong foundations?” I literally do not know what the hell is coming out of my mouth, but he laughs anyway.
“Yeah?” He steps a little closer, dipping his head slightly so our noses touch. “I like giving full service.”
“Oh.”
He smiles and cups my shoulders.
“Luckily for you, the washcloth thing isn’t my only move. I have a full menu of opti–”
I kiss him because I want to. Because I find I kind of need to. His hands slide down to my waist, pinning the stupid wet washcloth between us. There’s something magical about this man's lips.
“Okay, I think I have an aftercare need now,” he says as he pulls back. “I need you to kiss me like that every time we have sex.”
“Ash…'' I'm shaking my head at the reminder of tomorrow. “This is moving kind of fast yeah?”
“Hey, it's just a possibility, right? No promises.” He kisses my cheek, and my stomach saves me from further conversation with a loud grumble.
“Let me feed you? What do you want? I know a great Chinese place; they make their noodles from scratch. Does that sound good?”
“I like noodles.”
“Good, me too.” He tucks my hair behind my ear and steps back a little. “Meat?”
I shake my head, and he smiles.
“Okay, be back in thirty minutes.” He gives me another kiss, then I watch him dress, wrapped in the sheet, clutching a wet washcloth like the psycho I apparently am. I don’t miss it when he swipes my key card off the side table, putting it into his wallet before heading to the door. He winks before he steps out.
I think he got it wrong. I’m not the dangerous one in this combo.