Page 13 of So Wrong, It's Wright
He nods and steps away before stopping again and turning back. “Tahlia,” he starts, and I sit up, giving my him complete attention.
“Yes, Ash?”
“Nothing.” Frowning, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I’ll…I’ll see you at the christening, OK?”
“OK.”
When he turns away again, I get up on my knees, feeling like a magnet being drawn to him and only him. I can’t let him go. “Ash. Wait.”
He spins around, and this time, I don’t give him any time to think. I just launch myself at him, jumping off the edge of the bed and into his arms, my mouth landing against his as I do. His bag and cell drop to the floor as his hands fly out to catch me, and he responds, kissing me back like a man possessed. Idefinitelythink I’m in love.
ASH
Ishould’ve kept going. I should’ve walked out that door without kissing her or even going back to get my cell. I know without a doubt that nothing good can come of this. There are just too many variables going against us. The least of which is the fact that under any other circumstance, a gorgeous young thing like Tahlia would never think twice about looking at an oaf like me. But weddings make people vulnerable. They make them feel lonely. And this, right here, is the result.
“Are you certain this is what you want, Tahlia?” I ask while I lower her to the bed, then grind myself between her wide-open legs.
“Yes. Yes, Ash. Oh, god, yes, I want this.” Just the sound of her voice sends a jolt of pleasure right down to my cock. But she’s so small compared to me. She can barely even cross her ankles behind my back, so there’s no way I can just fuck her without a hell of a lot of prep work first. I’d split her in two.
“I’m too big for you, tiny,” I whisper, kissing her before any words of protest can leave her plump mouth. “Ineveryway.” I grind my hips against her again to illustrate my words.
“Ash—”
“Don’t argue with what I know, Tahlia. I’ll hurt you if we do this now.” I move my mouth down her neck, sucking and licking along the way. “But I can take care of you, makeyoufeel good. In fact, it’d be my honor to watch you come undone.”
She gasps, arching against me as I kiss between her breasts, my massive hand capable of palming both of them at the same time. But I force myself to be gentle, flicking my thumbs across the cotton covering her body, teasing the tight bud of her nipples as I move my mouth south and lift the hem of the T-shirt, revealing those sexy, soaked, black panties that are gonna live in my dreams from now until the end of all eternity. She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever been in this position with, and I’m not naïve enough to think I’ll ever get a chance like this again. She might look back on this moment over the coming days and feel embarrassed that she threw herself at theleastdesirable Wright man on the planet, but if I treat her like a queen and give her the time of her life, maybe she’ll look back and remember my tongue more than she remembers the rest of me.
“Lift your ass, tiny,” I whisper, hooking my fingers in the black lace and peeling her panties down her legs with reverent movements, drinking in every detail about this moment so I can jack off to it later. Already, Tahlia has given me enough material to keep me sneaking away to the bathroom for years to come. But she’s the gift that keeps on giving, and when I kneel between her parted thighs, I’m treated to the sight of the most perfect sight—dripping wet, blush-pink lips that seem to part slightly and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.Taste me, Ash. Taste me. You know I’ll be sweet.
I let out a groan and slide down the bed, settling myself at her apex as I inhale her intoxicating scent.Ambrosia.I’m desperate for a taste, but my eyes are too busy taking in the feast all on their own. I reach out and glide my tip of my finger through her glistening seam, circling her tight little entrance before bringing it up to her clit and lifting my eyes to watch her response.
“Oh, yes.” She’s up on her elbows, watching me with an eagerness I really wasn’t expecting. I felt for sure she’d be lying back on the pillow with her eyes closed, focused only on the sensation of what I’m doing to her and not the act of me doing it. I’m so turned on that I’m really second-guessing these gray sweatpants right now…
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Tahlia. So fucking hot.” I drag my finger back down from her clit and slide the tip of it inside her. She arches up and moans like my thick digit alone is enough to fill her up. I doubt she’d even manage to take more than two of my fingers if I tried. For some reason, the idea of that really turns me on. I like the thought of breaking her in, stretching her slowly so she’ll fit my cock like a glove. It takes all of my willpower not to place my hand on her chest and hold her down while I fuck her hard with my hand until she creams all over my palm. I want to make her writhe and scream, and my desperation has me on edge.
“Oh, god,” she moans, her teeth dragging over her bottom lip. “More. Give me more, Ash. So good.”
Flashing her a wicked grin, I slide my finger in a little deeper, loving the way she hisses then moans when I swipe my tongue through her folds from my buried finger to her pulsing clit. “You taste as good as you smell, sweet girl,” I moan, before swirling my tongue and moving my finger against her G-spot.
She wraps her thighs around my head and thrusts her fingers into my hair. “Holy gods of cunnilingus,” she gasps out, tugging me closer, riding me like my face is the saddle and the fistfuls of my hair are the reins.
I moan, loving every second of it as she works her hips frantically, cussing like a dirty girl instead of the sweet girl she is. I love that I bring this out in her and double down, adding a second finger as I pump my hand back and forth, suctioning and flicking her little bud as she quivers and shakes, her screams getting and louder and louder the closer she is to release. We’re gonna get a noise complaint from the people next door soon, but I don’t give a fuck. I keep working her delicious sex unremittingly until she arches up, and a scream erupts from her throat.
“Ashhhhh! Holy fucking helllllll!”
I feel like the king and her body is my kingdom as I withdraw my fingers then grip her around her thighs, flattening my tongue against her opening and licking up every drop of cream she has for me. It’s fucking delicious as it flows over my tongue while she writhes and writhes, her thighs tight around my head and her hands caught between pulling me closer and pushing me away. “Whoa. Wow.” She suddenly releases her grip and sags against the mattress, still panting. “That was…”
I drop my forehead against her belly, our harsh breathing echoing about the room as I trail my fingers back and forth along her swollen outer lips.I want more.
I’m about to open my mouth to speak, to tell her she’s gorgeous and touching her like that, watching her,tastingher was amazing. Or maybe I’m about to invite her back to Atlanta with me—I don’t fucking know what I’m truly thinking besides knowing that this…thistaste, this tease,of herisn’t enough. But when the alarm goes off, signaling it’s time for me to leave, I know I don’t have a choice. The fairytale is over; the beauty kissed me and I’m still the beast.
“I have to go,” I rasp, pulling away from her and stumbling out of the room before she can even manage to get a word out. Then I just keep going, caught in a daze, until I’m seated on the plane and the flight attendant is going through the safety procedures. I scrub a hand across my mouth and drop my head against the headrest. I can smell her on my skin the entire way home.
TAHLIA
"Ifeel bad. You were actually insisting that we were putting you in the wrong room, but Theo and I just thought you were being a drunk dyslexic since the number was written on the room key," Darren says while we’re having coffee early the next week.
"Oh, I'm glad you got the wrong room because the right guy was most definitely inside," I respond with a wistful sigh because I've been completely Ash obsessed ever since he gave me the most amazing orgasm with just his hand and mouth before promptly getting up and leaving me there spreadeagled on the bed. It took me a full five minutes before I could even start moving again. Never has a man thrummed my bean with Shakespearean precision before. I half expected a chorus of angels to float down and sing with joy, or a research team studying the male’s ability to deliver a female orgasm on the first try to show up and take notes. The way that man played with my body was absolute perfection. But the exit strategy? Now,thatcould do with some work.
