Page 28 of So Wrong, It's Wright
“Perfect.” His big hand lands on the center of my back, pushing my negligee up so he’s touching me skin to skin.
“And since it’s mine, I should be able to do what I want with it, right?” Pressing the sweet spot on his shaft, I rub up and down, leaning forward and taking the tip into my mouth. He moans as I use my tongue to tease the rim. His hips rolling and his breath hissing the more I suck and rub and massage.
“Fuck, yes, tiny,” he rasps, and I pump a little faster, suck a little harder. Then I reach between his thighs and massage his balls with a light touch. One squeeze is all it takes. “Holy fuck!” He stiffens like a board, his toes curling as hot come erupts from his tip and hits the back of my throat. “Tahlia. My god!” I swallow it down while I slow my movements to keep him riding that glorious high, loving the way he’s coming undone by my hand.
His fingers tighten around my waist and the hand he had on my back slides higher, his fingers wrapping around my long hair before he yanks me back and I fall on the bed beside him with a bounce. “Just so we’re clear, no showing what’s mine to any of those Amazon women, OK? I’m too tiny to fight themalloff, but I’ll scratch and hiss or go down trying.”
With a chuckle, he rolls on the bed and holds himself over me, his eyes dancing with laughter. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“The Amazons and the statues they’ll, ahem,erectin honor of your monster cock.”
“Oh yes. Now I remember,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine as he kisses me lightly. “As far as I’m concerned, tiny”—he hooks his fingers in the sides of my panties and drags them down my legs—“the only part of that conversation that matters is the part where we decided my cock was yours.” He holds himself over me and presses his tip against my seam. “Something I’ll gladly give you over and over and over again.”
“Yes,” I whisper, opening my legs wide for him as he dips his head and moves down my neck, kissing and licking as he reaches down and grips his cock, rubbing it back and forth against my sex, silky soft as it teases my clit and opening. “I want you inside me, Ash.”
The moment the words leave my lips, he closes his eyes and pushes inside, his features softening in relief as my body welcomes him, stretching around him until my mind goes numb and all that there is is him and me and this feeling of completion that only he brings me.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about Ash that calls to me like a siren in the sea. Ever since that first night when I went into the wrong room, I’ve felt empty inside without him. And that’s not just because of his dick. It’s about the way he makes me feel, like being with him completes me.
“Fuck, Tahlia. You own me,” he rasps as he moves inside me. “You know that, don’t you?”
I look up into his eyes, seeing nothing but vulnerable honesty within their depths, and I nod. Because without him even speaking those words, somehow I do understand that. Maybe because he owns me too. We belong to each other. That part about our relationship is the clear and easy part. But the rest? Well, that was a huge fucking mess. But we’d work it out. Somehow…
“You own me too, Ash,” I whisper, gasping when he entwines his fingers with mine then holds my hands above my head, driving into me over and over again with his gaze locked on mine, like we’re waiting for that moment when we’ll both find our release and fall just a little further into the abyss of our emotions, never to return.
“You feel so fucking amazing, tiny. Never want to stop.”
“Then don’t. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I cry, my release coming hard and fast, impossible to resist with each deep kiss of my womb.
“Tahlia,” he grunts, just as I throw my head back and wail.
“Asssssshhhh!”
Our bodies shudder and he comes inside me, his mouth meeting mine and kissing me with passion and sincerity. I feel closer to him than I’ve ever been to anyone in my life. But at the same time, my mind reels with a thousand different concerns over how we’re supposed to work as a couple once I get back on the plane tomorrow morning and fly back to New York. When we’re together, everything feels perfect. But with our lives and our careers in different cities, when we’re apart, it feels like too much space too much time. If the last six weeks taught me anything, it’s that.
Six weeks ago, we thought we could make long distance work. But six weeks and only one moment together isn’t enough. Something has to give. And I think it needs to be me. When I get back to the office on Monday morning, I’m going to enquire about a transfer to Atlanta. Being in the same city is the only way we’re going to make this work. And while many may think the idea crazy and too soon, I think that this thing between Ash and me is worth it. I’d rather fuck things up by trying than let them fall apart by not trying at all. My mind is made up. I have to try.
TAHLIA
“Tell me everything,” Ruby says as we stroll through the park, pushing Bradley in his buggy the afternoon I get back to New York. I'm exhausted, but when your best friend has some available time and you need to decompress, a walk in the park with the baby is the perfect way to do that. “How surprised was he? Did you even get out of bed? Was it, like, a fairy tale weekend?”
“I wish,” I say, lifting my takeaway coffee to my lips and taking a lifesaving gulp. Caffeine is quite literally the only thing that's keeping me going right now.
“What do you mean?” She looks at me with concern, knitting her brows.
“Well,” I start, moving over to a free bench that Ruby gestures to. She hands Bradley a rice rusk so she can give me her full attention. “He wasn't even there for most of it. We got maybe an hour together before I had to leave to make my flight.”
“Oh no. Was it because he was stuck at work?”
I shake my head. “The complete opposite, in fact. It's actually really funny when I think about it now. And I'm sure it'll be hilarious a few months down the track, but right now it's a little disappointing.”
She places her hand on my thigh and squeezes. “Oh my god, Tahlia. The suspense is killing me here. Whathappened?”
The corner of my mouth twitches up as I turn to her and meet her eyes. “He came to New York to surprise me.”
“No!” She extends the syllable out as her eyes go wide and her mouth makes an O shape. “You were in opposite cities!”
I nod as I slump back against the seat. “And then it took so long for him to get a seat on a flight back that the entire day was done by the time he got to his apartment. I'd already fallen asleep, so I guess he got into bed with me. And it was really nice when we woke up together, but oh man, I wish we could get a little more than a handful of stolen moments, you know? I really, really like him.”
