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Her exclamation raised a smile from Ash, one that stretched right into his eyes, and lit them up from within. Damn he was pretty, even still hiding behind all that fuzz on his cheeks and chin. He’d mumbled something about shaving it off while she’d had him bent over the sink washing black dye from his hair, but they still had an experiment to conduct before it bit the dust.
“Ginny Bear, am I correct in thinking you’re suggesting I perform oral sex?”
Damn, it gave her a thrill when he got coy. She walked her painted nails down his thigh. “I think I possibly could be.”
“So, my final star for today, the one before I get my super-duper big reward, involves me going down on you?”
“Would you? That’d be awful sweet.”
“Jeez, Ginny, you should know I’m always happy to do that.” He gave her a push so that she slid off his lap. When she turned around, Ash was on his feet. “Let’s take this inside.” He grabbed her hand, and led the way, but stopped them at the door, where he stripped off her dressing gown and threw it across the decking. “Much better.” He did another take. “Fuck, yeah!” That grin he’d already been sporting ate up the whole of his face. “You have the sexiest undies.”
“Yours are pretty sexy too,” she said, slipping her hand into the back of his jeans. “Are you going to come for me later, babes?”
A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I think there’s a good chance I might come in my pants while I’m sucking you off. It’s been a while. I’m on a hair trigger here.”
She leaned in and teased the shell of his ear with her teeth. “I like the idea of you being that horny for me.”
“I’ll bet you do.”
“You’ve no idea how much I want to see you leant against a wall with your jeans around your thighs stroking it. Mm…mm, I could lick your dirty abs afterwards. Have I mentioned how much I like licking your abs?”
“Not recently.”
“I like licking them.” She licked the side of his throat. “And I like rubbing myself up against you, especially bare. I’m very fond of you bare.” She dragged his T-shirt off and chucked it to one side, then rubbed herself against him. Plenty of good old-fashioned skin on skin contact, that’s what they needed.
Ash certainly didn’t seem to object.
“How about some tongue on skin contact?” He led her through the lounge, but not to the bedroom. Instead, they ended up in the kitchen. Ash lifted her up onto the worktop, so their heads were on a level. “Kiss me, babe,” he drawled exactly like Jim Morrison.
Ginny kissed him like he was the only source of water in the desert, like he was the only means of securing the oxygen she needed to breathe. If she was gasping and wet and crazy horny by the time their tongues stopped tangoing, then that just made his descent down her body all the more natural, as if star charts and targets were no longer a thing, and this was just them doing what came natural.
Hell, itwasjust them doing exactly that.
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Ash had stopped thinking about the whys of how he’d arrived in this position some time ago. The important part was that he was getting his sexy on with the woman he loved. He could still hardly credit his luck that he got to call this much lithe, luscious awesomeness his. He trailed his lips down her body. His goal might be lower down, but that didn’t mean he intended to skimp on the journey. Her breasts were cradled to perfection by her bra. He kissed their fullness, even managed to wriggle his tongue deep inside one cup to secure himself a go at her nipple.
Fuck, nipples were amazing. Ginny’s especially had this way of steepling up and pointing at him like an accusation—you made me all horny, you naughty, naughty man!—She was wearing silk and lace shorts. Ash pulled them down only so far as he needed to expose her sex. She had his favourite piece of jewellery in. It glinted at him in the half-light, catching the rays of the setting sun penetrating the kitchen window.
Ash ducked down and then rose up, securing his head in the space between her silky shorts and the lips of her pussy, while hooking her legs over his shoulders. It pushed her off balance, but the handles of the cupboards above gave her something to cling onto. The scent of her as he grew closer to the apex of her thighs fired up his blood.
Ash focussed on provoking the absolute maximum number of groans from her. Ginny had always been precious, and yeah, the taste of her and the way she shivered against his tongue reminded him just how crazy awesome their relationship was. Not that it was all about sex, but…yeah! The sex part was definitely good.
Ash teased the little jewel decorating her clit, and started flying himself when he heard her gasp in response. Nothing ever got him harder quicker than the purrs a woman made as he sucked her clit. Whether that was through knowing he was the one causing those purrs, or awareness that pleasing his partner eventually guaranteed him a release of his own wasn’t really important. The point was, with Ginny, coming was inevitable. He never stumbled when he was with her. He never found himself stuck in a loop where he was desperate to explode, but couldn’t find the precipice to throw himself off. He didn’t know what it was that made her different, only that when he was with her, it wasn’t like any of the other sex he’d engaged in over the last half dozen years. There was something different and amazing about it, something that ratcheted up the pleasure quotient to astronomical levels.
Ash gave her everything he had. When he felt her tighten and come against his tongue the first time, he kept right on dishing out the thrills. Once was never enough for his lady. Two… three…four times, only then would she be satisfied. She clung tight to his head, her fingers combing through the thick strands of his hair.
“Ash, it’s okay to take a breath.”
But it wasn’t, not to him. He didn’t give in until he’d satisfied his woman. In the past, he would never have had a problem with this. He used to go all night without tiring.
Yeah, but back then, before all the drama, and the shit with Iain he’d been invincible. Now, while in his mind he was game, his body, it wasn’t quite so compliant. His brow was sweaty and the longer strands of his hair were sticking to his skin.
Ash fell back on his haunches. His tongue was numb. “Need a break,” he huffed. “Just stay there. I’ll be right back with you.”
A mixture of saliva and her juices covered his furry chin. He wiped at them with the back of his hand, and realised he wasn’t so keen on the beard. He’d have to get a cloth to clean up properly. Right now, he just needed to be still for a second until his head stopped swimming.
“Reached your limit?”
