Page 76 of Ashes
He stalked toward me. “Yes, you can,” he said, dropping to his knees. His breath skated across my sensitive skin as he placed a kiss on my inner thigh. His hands gripped my knees and parted them even farther.
Whimpering, I nodded and slid another finger in, rolling my hips to ease it in. My mouth opened as Irocked back and forth, a strain of moans expelling from my lips.
“That’s it, Sienna. Keep going. Ride your hand and imagine it’s my cock.”
Everything in my mind was hazy, but I focused on how consuming his voice and what he was making me do was. I started riding my fingers for him, like my body had a mind of its own and knew exactly what to do.
My legs trembled with each roll of my hips, his breath fanning over my skin as he pressed feather-light kisses across my skin.
“What a beautiful, filthy thing you are,” he praised.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my pants filling the room. I closed my eyes as my body teetered right on the edge, wanting to take a leap and dive over the finish line.
“Does my love enjoy fucking herself in front of me?”
I muttered something that resembled a yes, but I couldn’t tell, too lost to the overwhelming sensations.
“I couldn’t quite hear that,” he said, biting my inner thigh.
“Yes,” I shouted.
“Open your pretty eyes,mon amour. Make yourself come so we can both watch.”
I opened my eyes and the sight of him on his knees watching me, his hands gripping my inner thighs sent me over the edge. Pleasure rippled through me and washed over my body as I cried out his name.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
I floated in the aftermath of my orgasm, barely aware that Jamal had pulled my hand free. He brought my hand to his mouth and closed his lips around them, sucking.
That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
My cheeks flushed at the sight of his eyes closing and the warmth of his tongue lapping my fingers, forcing more moans out of me.
His eyes opened as he dragged my fingers slowly out of his lips, giving me a devilish smile. “You taste divine.”
Still on his knees, Jamal threaded his fingers between mine and guided them up my stomach to palm my breast, his calloused thumb swiping over the top of my nipple.
A breathy hiss left me at the touch, my muscles coiling all over again.
“Your pussy is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned against it. “I’ll just have one taste,” he continued before burying his face in it and taking a slow, long lick through my wetness.
He kept his eyes on me as he took time tasting it, alternating between long licks and short flicks. “You can give me one more,” he said to me before his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked.
His grip around my fingers tightened as he continued his ministrations. I bucked against his mouth and my free hand pushed against his head to get him off or closer, I didn’t know anymore.
“It feels…” My voice trailed off. “I’ve never…”
He placed his free hand firmly on my stomach andpressed down to keep me still. He grinned against me. “Is your husband the first one to fuck you with his mouth?”
My lips parted. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Good.” His hand on my stomach glided down until a finger slowly teased my entrance. Then he pushed it in, watching me the entire time. His eyes widened. “Putain.Sienna, has anyone fucked you before?”
“No,” I breathed out, suppressing the urge to bite my lip at how full just one of his fingers felt.
His irises flared, his pupils dilating as he pushed farther. My lips parted and my breath caught in my throat. “Jamal, I?—”
“I know,” he groaned. He withdrew his finger, only to slide deeper this time.
