Page 53 of Ashes of the Past
I wrap my legs around his waist, holding onto him as if he’s the only thing keeping me grounded. He carries me into the bedroom, depositing me gently before his fingers deftly try to pull my sweater over my head. My hands go down to his belt buckle, tugging at it before I tug it open, then I do the same with his button and zipper.
He gets my shirt over my head. I pull away.
I’m not wasting any time with this song and dance. I need him in me now. All I can think about is what that bulge inside his pants looks like.
My eyes run over him as I start to pull my tank top over my head. He understands the silent request and begins unbuttoning his own shirt while also taking off his boots. In no time, we’re both completely naked, standing before each other, open and vulnerable.
He takes a step toward me and caresses my cheek, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger. His lips brush against mine so gently that I follow him when he pulls away. He does it again, so softly, so slowly that I can feel tears welling up in my eyes and a heaviness in my chest.
I’ve never been kissed so sweetly, so lovingly, and it’s…nice.
I suck in a breath slowly before he steps forward again, the movement causing me to step back, and I fall onto my soft bed. He drops to his knees at the edge of the mattress, his hand grabs my feet and tugs me toward him.
“Jack,” I breathe as I try to scramble away. “You don’t have to, I’m fine if you…”
I can feel the anxiety clawing at me. He cocks his head to the side before he shakes it.
“Hold still, sweetheart—I’m about to ruin you for anyone else.”
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
I can feel my cheeks heat up and my heart race even faster. He spreads my legs open and dips down. I stick my hand out to stop him, but he grabs my wrist in his hand.
“I’m not going down on you,” Clay had said to me. “It makes me a little bitch if I do. Real men don’t do that. Besides, until you can make it smell better, I won’t put my face near it.”
“Don’t be scared. Sit back and let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you.”
His head dips down, and he lets out a small moan as his fingers slide inside of me.
“Damn woman, you smell so good,” he groans. I can feel his tongue dart out, sliding along my swollen clit. “You taste even better.”
Tears prick at my eyes again, but this time because I was so scared, because of Clay’s bullshit that I was certain Jack was going to say the same thing and then he didn’t.
I feel his teeth run against my inner thigh, and I come right back to the present moment.
“Jack,” I sigh.
He smiles against my skin, a look of pure adoration in his eyes. His tongue and fingers go back to my core. He laps at me with relentless passion, his fingers curling inside of me hitting that special spot.
I practically shoot off the bed.
“Jack,” I moan, pushing my hips forward, wanting more of his expert touch.
He doesn’t disappoint. His hands grasp my ass firmly, pulling me closer to him as he continues his ravaging of my sensitive core. It’s like he’s unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed, and I’m loving every single moment of this newfound pleasure.
My body is trembling with desire, the intensity building up inside of me like a dam ready to burst. My moans grow louder, my breaths shallower as Jack expertly continues his ministrations.
I canfeel a familiar warmth building up deep inside of me, my orgasm lurking just around the corner. The pleasure is so intense, it’s like a lightning bolt of ecstasy coursing through my veins, threatening to consume me whole.
I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I beg him to continue, my voice is so raw “Yes, right there…don’t stop…”
His fingers move in a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart, his tongue flicking against my most sensitive spot. I can feel myself on the edge, the orgasm swelling within me like a dam waiting to burst.
As the pleasure builds and builds, I can feel every inch of my body on fire with desire. My hips buck against his skilled touch, my moans growing louder with each passing second. This feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—it is as if every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and I never want it to end.
“Yes, yes…oh, God, don’t stop…” I gasp, desperate with desire.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Jack’s fingers hit that special spot inside of me just right, and I cry out in pleasure—it’s as if a million tiny fireworks have been set off inside of me, exploding in a dizzying display of pure delight.
