“Yeah.”
We hold each other’s gazes for what seems like several minutes. Maybe only seconds.
Then, unsure if I should act on my instincts or not, I look away. “I think I’m going to go have a shower and brush my teeth before we settle in for the night.” Nice that the vending machine had toiletries too.
I don’t know what to make of the fact that she licks her lips when I say that. “Sounds good. I’ll have my shower when you’re done.”
I slide off the bed and practically run to the bathroom before I invite her to join me. If the signals I’m reading are correct, she’s down with things turning physical tonight, but I don’t want her to think that’s all I’m interested in, so I’m going to need her to make itreallyobvious that’s what she wants.
I have a quick shower, brush my teeth, and quickly redress. She goes into the bathroom after me, and when she does, I strip down to my boxer briefs and slide under the covers.
The entire time she’s in the bathroom, all I can think about is that she’s naked in there. I picture her rubbing soap all over her body, but I end up tenting my boxer briefs, so I try to think of unpleasant things. When that doesn’t work, I turn off the TV and roll onto my side, deciding that maybe the best thing to do is go to sleep.
But I have no luck, so when the bathroom door opens a few minutes later, I hear Ashley come back into the room. I’m facingaway from the bathroom so I can’t see her, but I swear she’s watching me. It’s as though I know everywhere her gaze travels as tingles move from one part of my body to another.
The bed dips as she sits on it, and the sheets rustle in the dark as she climbs under them. My breathing picks up its pace because her body spurs heat under the covers. It’s not a huge bed, so we’re close, practically touching.
Then we are touching as she winds her hand around my waist from behind and presses her front to my back. Only I don’t feel the soft cotton of the T-shirt she wore under her sweater. No, her breasts are pressed against my muscled back, the points of her taut nipples dragging against my skin as she moves up to kiss my shoulder.
“Ashley, what are you doing?” The words are raw, and I’m barely holding on until she gives me the green light.
“What I hope you want to.” Her hand dips down my stomach, squeezing my hard length over the fabric of my boxer briefs.
I release a quiet groan. “Are you sure about this?”
“I think the better question is, are you?”
I whip around so fast I might startle her from the noise she makes. Then she giggles. But I don’t give her any time to recover before fastening my mouth on her nipple, twirling my tongue around the hard nub then biting down lightly before soothing it again with my tongue. Ashley gasps, and her hands dive into my hair, pulling at the strands.
I give her other nipple the same treatment before I’m over her, dragging my tongue down her body toward the apex of her thighs. I find heaven on earth with the first lap of my tongue through her center. Her sweet, musky taste is now my favorite flavor. Screw the sweetness of hot chocolate or the peppermint of a candy cane. Ashley is the taste I want on my tongue—always.
Ashley’s back arches off the mattress as I suck her clit. Her fingers grip my hair harder, but the pain in my scalp doesn’tdeter me. I push two fingers into her and the noise she makes is the sweetest music to my ears. As I continue to play with her clit with the end of my tongue, I curl my fingers to hit her G-spot.
“Carter, oh my god. Don’t stop,” she moans.
“I don’t plan to stop until you’re coming on my tongue, Ash.” My mouth returns to her clit, and I suck it into my mouth, using a steady rhythm to curl my fingers into her.
She climaxes in under a minute, calling out my name and grinding her pelvis onto my face. Her back arches off the bed as I commit the entire scene to memory, never wanting to forget this moment.
When she comes down from her orgasm, I work my way back up her body. I kiss her, and she returns it greedily as if she likes the taste of herself on my tongue. My erection strains between us, and god, I want to sink into her so badly. But only if she’s ready. Now that she’s gotten off, she may decide she wants to slow things down.
Ashley trails her hands from my hair down toward my waist, slipping her fingers around the elastic of my boxer briefs and pushing them down. “You need to take these off. Do you have a condom?”
It takes a moment for the words to work their way into my brain because all the blood has rushed to my dick becauseholy shit we’re going to have sex with Ashley.
I can’t believe I was ever stupid enough to push this woman away. I was a fucking idiot.
“I have some in my wallet.” I roll off the bed and look for my pants in the dark. They’re hanging over the chair in front of the table. I yank my wallet out and slide a condom out of it, discarding the wallet on the table.
When I reach the side of the bed again, I pull off my boxer briefs. I’m not sure how much Ashley can see in the dark, but shespends a good deal of time checking me out. It makes me puff my chest out a little because she clearly likes what she sees.
Bringing the condom wrapper to my mouth, I tear it open.
Ashley reaches out her hand. “Here, let me.”
My dick twitches between us, something she notices because she chuckles. I pass her the open condom wrapper, and she pulls out the condom, crawling over to sit on her knees in front of me. Her petite hands grip me, stroking a few times. My eyes drift closed with the sensation, and my head rocks back, tilting toward the ceiling.
When I feel her grip the base and roll the condom on, I open my eyes and stare down at her. God, she’s gorgeous with her red hair spilling over her bare shoulders and her eyes glittering in the dark as she looks up at me.
