AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Right.” He seems to have gone to a lot of effort. This man melts my heart. “Can I skate in a dress?” I have serious doubts about this whole thing and don’t feel one bit brave as visions of me falling and smashing my head against the ice swirl around my brain.
Finished tying his laces, Ash picks up the other set of skates, then stands up on his blades, and, as if he couldn’t get any taller, he does. “Woah, you are very big.” I sound foolish, looking up at him as if he’s a skyscraper.
He smirks. “Park your fine ass down and I will put these on for you.” He pulls out a pair of thick white socks from the inside of the skates.
“Oh, thank God, I was just thinking how uncomfortable my feet would be in those.” Ash gets to work, slipping off my heels and pushing on each skate as I look around the arena, specifically the ice that looks like a sea of mirror glazed white chocolate. “Is it quite slippery out there? Do you ever fall? Is it cold? Have you ever broken anything? I have bills to pay. Please don’t let that happen to me.” My muscles tense, drawing my shoulders to my ears.
I look at him for reassurance to discover he’s sitting back on his haunches staring back at me with a serious look on his face. “I would never let anything happen to you.”
His protectiveness makes me feel safe, and I swear my heart is dancing in my chest with joy.
“Thank you.” I let out a sigh of relief. “And you won’t laugh at me if I fall?”
“I won’t let you fall.”
Does he mean in the rink or for him?
The silence stretches between us like an elastic band for a beat too long.
I blink and shake my head to break the spell cast over us momentarily and look down. That’s when I discover he’s finished putting the skates on. I roll the virgin white skates back on their heels, tipping the toes skywards. The laces are so tight. Wow, that is uncomfortable. How does he wear these for a living?
On bent knees, he shuffles closer and slides his hand up my calf, over the thin denier of my tights, and then moves his gigantic hand to my knee.
My body responds to him in a way I can’t explain. I felt it last night in his truck. It wants to please him; I want to please him.
And I want him to touch me in places I’ve never allowed anyone to touch.
His hand rests on my knee, his fingertips gently massage my skin as he moves gingerly upward.
“Okay?” He asks for permission to continue.
I reply by letting my legs fall wider and edging my dress higher. His eyes never leave mine as his hand drifts slowly up, the calloused skin on his palms snags my silk tights.
“I can be gentle.” He drags a finger upward, barely ghosting my thigh, making me shiver. “Or I can be rough.” He pushes his bear sized hands under my dress, cupping my hips in his palms as he moves in closer, making me gasp in response. My ass teetering on the edge of the bench, my center perfectly aligned with his crotch, he moves his hips, rubbing me against him.
He’s hard. Rock solid.
My entire body awakens, hungry for his touch, more, him; I’ll take everything and anything he wants to give me.
His lips brush mine, teasing me with his words. “I can be whatever you want, Lily. But know this. When, not if, but when you ask me to take that virginity of yours, you’ll be begging me. Then and only then will I take it.”
His hands squeeze my hip and move to my ass. He drops one hand down between us and runs his finger over the fabric of my tights and panties between my pussy lips. “Have you ever been touched here before?”
My body aches in response, and I drop my head and moan into the curve of his neck, “No.”
“You’re so pure. Untouched.” The tone of his voice is strained and full of longing.
“I want you to touch me.” A hum of desperation slips from my lips, every cell of my body desperate for him to take me and show me what he has to offer.
“You are fucking soaked, Tiger.” He’s right, my panties are dripping wet from the apprehension and possibility of what’s to come.
I rub my hips against his hand, chasing the friction I need to get myself off.
Unexpectedly, his head disappears between my open legs. He mouths my fabric covered pussy, sucking and licking it, devouring me. He has me moaning with need.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” He drags his nose up my body to my nipple and bites it through my dress, then roughly nips at my neck. “You drive me fucking wild, Tiger.” He’s almost growling, grunting when he grinds my pussy against his jean covered dick again. “I will be the only man that will ever be inside of you. I’m gonna fill you with my cock.” He licks my neck. “And fuck you so good, you’ll never crave anyone else but me.”
“Oh, God.” Panting, I clasp the back of his jacket, feeling like I could come right now. And wanting to shout ‘yes, please’ to everything he’s offering.
