AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I crawl my way back up her legs with slow kisses on the inside of her thighs. I want to treasure this time with her. She's too vulnerable, too tired to take advantage of, and I hate to see that look in her warm chocolate eyes.
"Ashford, you'd better not—" she starts, but I dive into her sweet core to taste her at that exact moment, and her words end in a breathless gasp.
Her legs go wild, writhing around me before coming to rest in a firm grip around my shoulders. Her back arches helplessly under the assault of my tongue.
"Oh God," she gasps, her fists tightening by her side. "Please, no more."
But I'm not done yet. I dig my fingers into her hips to keep her steady and renew my persistent invasion of her pussy, letting the sweet taste of her arousal take over everything else in my mind.
"I'm close," she rasps. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Her back arches again, lifting her hips clear off the ottoman. One long, shuddering moment later, she holds still in an agony of ecstasy, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
I watch her face with a sense of awe, even pride. This is what I missed all these years, and thinking about that comes close to breaking my heart.
She opens her eyes, dazed and satisfied, a small smirk dawning across her bruised mouth.
"Come here," her hands tug at my shoulders. I move up and nestle into her body, her warm limbs cocooning mine.
My cock nudges at her slick pussy and I slide in, filling her in one stroke. She looks me in the eyes, meeting me thrust for thrust.
"I'm going to take it slow," I promise her. I need to say it. "I'm going to do things differently from now on."
There's a question in her eyes, but I don't give her time to ask. Instead, I pull her legs open, kneeling to take her deeper, to watch her fall apart.
Her perfect pouting breasts rise and fall in rhythmic gasps. I lean over her and place a soft kiss on her mouth.
"I love you," I tell her. I have to say it. "You don't have to say it back. I just wanted you to know."
Her eyes glisten, but there's a hint of a smile as well. Suddenly, she tightens her thighs around my hips and pulls me down and further inwards.
"Harder," she gasps. "Go faster. Now."
I pick up the pace, slamming into her with increasing intensity. I can feel her pelvic muscles tightening, clasping around my cock.
She comes with glorious abandon, head thrown back, hair wild, skin sweaty and flushed, with her nails digging into my back. It's too much for me, and I'm done holding back. I join her in thankful release, shuddering in the aftermath.
Afterwards, I sling her leg over mine and pull her sideways, so that we're huddled up together on the ottoman, skin to skin with my chin on top of her head.
"I love you," I tell her again. I know it's too soon, but I'm expecting some kind of reply.
She doesn't answer. Her chest moves up and down peacefully.
Perfect. The first time I tell a woman I love her, she isn't even awake to hear it.
No wonder I could never get over Vanessa. Infuriating, fiery, beautiful and brave, she is and always would be the one who got away. But not this time.
I fall asleep while wondering how to get her back.
19
Vanessa
Ashford's home is every bit as nice as you'd expect it to be for one of Bardot's top neurosurgeons, but I can barely take any of it in. Everything feels so different and surreal.
I feel lighter, and the sun seems to shine brighter this morning. I had been holding on to all of that for so long…as if keeping the truth of it so close, no matter how hard it burned, would somehow salvage my pride or make the awfulness of it all go away.
Things should seem a lot more dire. I just slept with Ashford…again. And even worse than that, he actually dared to mutter the 'l' word last night. I have to assume he only said it out of guilt. He didn't really mean it. But god it felt good to pretend he did for a little while.
