Page 91 of Pack: Posy 3

"Ash Loto Mitchell, grab my butt and squeeze it!" I grumbled.

He did, although his chest still shook with laughter. Rolling my eyes, I tangled my fingers in his mop of curls and pulled him down for a kiss. He smiled against my lips at first, then stopped teasing and let me in to explore. My tongue wrestled with his until we needed air.

By then, his stiff penis was digging into my belly, and I shifted my attention to it. My fingers skimmed over it to tease him, and his head fell back with a deep groan. Smiling to myself, I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked him in the way I knew he liked until I ached to be filled with him.

Rising to my knees, I steadied myself by gripping his biceps. Like everything else about him, they were giant-sized and my fingers couldn't meet around them.

"Lift me up," I told him.

He raised his head and met my eyes, and I could tell he wanted to make sure I was okay and not going to panic, but he had nothing to worry about. Fear was thelastthing I had on my mind at the moment.

"I said lift me up," I told him, my eyebrows drawn together and my lips pursed.

"How high, princess?"

"High enough that I can get you inside me."

"With pleasure," he purred, and a lazy grin stretched across his lips.

As he palmed my bum and lifted me, the solid muscles in his arms hardened under my hands, and I looked down to make sure we were lining up. Even inexperienced at this, I could see we needed a little help, so I guided him into place with one hand.

"Now down," I ordered. "Slowly."

The second his tip entered me, I shivered and moved my hand to his bicep again.

"Princess?" he whispered in my ear.

"Keep going," I whispered back.

My eyes closed on a moan as the delicious length of him inched into me.

"You like this, princess?" he murmured. "Does it give you pleasure?"

"Yes," I moaned again.

Soon, he was buried to the hilt and I stayed still for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of all of him inside me. I felt fine tremors in the arms I was clinging to and knew they weren't from my puny weight. I moved at a snail's pace and hoped I wasn't torturing him too much as I tried to figure everything out.

Watching Lark do it was not the same as doing it myself, and this wasn't the same angle as when we'd "made sandwiches," as Wyatt loved to call it.

Experimenting, I brought my knees up under Ash's arms and discovered that got me even closer to him. My breasts were pushed up to his collar bones, and I wrapped my arms around his head to draw his face into my neck. He took advantage of that and sucked my mate mark, shooting sparks all through me.

"Put one of your arms around my back. I like when you hold me close," I told him.

Humming, he clutched me to his chest and splayed his fingers over my ribs, and I loved how all my softness fit perfectly into the dips and planes of his muscles, leaving no space between us at all.

"Princess Bossy Pants, can I move us to the edge of the bed so I can bend my knees?" he whispered in my ear, and his hot breath raised goosebumps all over my neck and shoulders.

I nodded, and he swiveled on his bum and scooted us over. I wondered why he needed to bend his knees - were they hurting him or were his feet falling asleep? - but then he settled into place, and the feel of him so deep inside me overrode my curiosity.

Closing my eyes, I finally began to rock my hips, but slowly, so slowly that each thrust took an eternity. Our bodies were crushed together, and I felt like we werebreathingeach other in and out.

"I love you," he crooned as his lips grazed my skin with tender kisses. "You are my whole world."

I opened my mouth to reply, but the hand he had on my bum slipped between my cheeks, and all that made it past my lips was a long, low moan as his fingers rubbed up and down in sync with our super slow pace.

He pushed his face back into my throat and swirled his tongue over my mate mark, then sucked it gently. The fingers that were rubbing between my bum cheeks dipped further and found the wetness that flooded down my thighs and dripped onto his. Swirling his fingers in it, he pulled his hand back to find my bum hole again and used my own moisture to ease his thumb in.

His other fingers caressed the area between my vagina and bum. Mason had told me what it was called, but I couldn'tspeak, let alone remember the term. He began to tap in time with our slow rhythm, and I realized he was mimicking the sensation of his scrotum banged into it.

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