Page 31 of Consorting with Romance
Chapter 9
Ash
Jesse started talking as he quietly shut the door behind us. I didn't hear a word. I was entranced by the way his lips and jaw moved, the timber of his voice as he spoke, the spread of his shoulders, the light behind his eyes. I took his jaw in my hand and pulled his lips to mine, drawing a whimper from deep within his chest.
Our need for one another had only escalated since our first night together, but Jesse had meant what he said about taking our time with new things so that we couldsavor each new sensation together. Tonight, I wanted to give him something new. I wanted him writhing under my touch, lost to the world, and begging for more.
I pulled back, losing myself in his eyes; golden and bright with desire as I interlaced our fingers and led him to the side of the bed. I dropped to my knees, his hands instantly clutching at my hair.
I made quick work of removing his pants and briefs, and his cock sprang up in front of me, the tip already glistening. I leaned in and flicked my tongue across his slit, savoring the sharp, sweet taste of him I’d only enjoyed once before. His fingers tightened against my scalp, and I felt him fight not to thrust his hips forward. I took hold of his hips, gripping them tightly, forcing him to surrender to the pace I set.
I dragged the tip of my tongue along the underside of his shaft before slipping him into my mouth. His hips fought my hands, desperate for more, butI was content to let my touch linger as I savored the taste of his warm, delicate skin.
Lifting his shaft with my tongue, I sucked his head into my mouth, and began inching him deeper. His breath caught and held as he trembled and fought to remain quiet. Without warning, I tilted my head and let him sink down my throat. Reveling in the way my body had to stretch to accommodate him. I sank forward, swallowing again and again, until I could bury my nose in the well-trimmed hair at his base. The taste and scent of him overwhelmed me.
A less than quiet moan escaped him before he could catch it, and as I found a smooth rhythm, he shifted his weight, propping himself against the bed as his legs weakened. I was completely entranced by the way he responded to my touch. I always was.
He pulled hard at my shoulders, dragging me to my feet before tugging my shirt over my head almost desperately, fumbling at my zipper hastily as his mouth claimed mine. I gave in, letting need take over long enough for us to finish undressing before reigning myself back in and pulling away. I grinned and gestured to the bed with my chin. He wasted no time sliding up, onto his back.
I ran my hands along his inner thighs, pressing them open as I laid gentle kisses against them. His muscular body rose and fell as he panted, a slick trail glowingin the pale light along his abs where his cock lay, his tight hole twitching below full, heavy balls. How was he real? I wanted to taste all of him in that moment, but some part of me recognized just how amazing it had been to savor one new thing at a time, and I left his perfect, dusky entrance for another time.
He squirmed and writhed under my touch as I sucked my way up along the underside of his thick shaft before pressing my tongue deep into his slit to taste him once more. His fingers clutched the bed at our sides andquiet whimpers escaped into the darkness. I swallowed and sucked, twisting around him until his hips thrust up. I pressed them back to the bed, shivering as a warm trail dripped along the inside of my leg.
My fingers dug into his hips as I shifted to kneel with my ass on my heels. I raised his hips and settled them on my thighs, pressing myself tenderly against his opening. I had no intention of sliding into him, but as I felt his hole twitch, I knew the sensation would drive him mad. I gripped him tighter, forbidding his hips to move, forcing him to come only when I allowed it. I sucked hard and fast as he writhed under me, his sweat- covered body shining in the pale moonlight. I brought him to the edge time and time again before backing off; forcinghim to wait.
“Please…Ash...God…Please.” He begged; breathless and desperate.
As I took him into my throat once more, I released his hips. He thrust once, his body rising from the bed with a strangled cry as he came hard and fast, and as his warm taste rushed into my throat, I joined him. As his body shivered, and his hips returned to rest on my legs, I let him slip from my mouth to trail my tongue along his underside, knowing how sensitive he was in that moment. I cleaned him completely before sliding my body along his to curl up against his side. He took my jaw in his hand; his thumb brushing the curve of my cheek as his tongue traced my lips, chasing his own taste on my skin.
Jesse
I tilted my chin so that I could watch Ash as he slept. His heart rate had slowed quickly as he lay curled up against my chest. I’d never believed that love could really feel like this. I’d read about it sure, seen it in old movies. I’d known people that were completely and disgustingly in love. I’d still never really believed that it could be this way.
Each time he touched me, it was somehow better than the time before. Each time we kissed his lips felt softer. Each time we fell into the abyss together, it was deeper, stronger. It was more than that. I wanted to see him smile. I wanted to be the one that made him laugh. I wanted to support him when he struggled to feel like he was enough, and to lead him to bed when he was tired. I wanted to be everything he needed.
He was already everything to me. He brought me tea when I studied and reminded me to eat when I forgot. When I got flustered and lost my words, he’d smile and wait until they came. When I felt myself starting to panic, he’d rest his hand on my shoulder and pull me back to the present. I’d struggled since childhood to keep my anxiety in check, and yet when Ash was near, I didn’t need any of my hard-earned skills or luckily discovered tricks. I just needed to look at him and I knew it would all somehow be ok.
I’d worked hard my whole life; on the farm, at school, sometimes just to function in the way everyone else seemed to manage without effort. Some part of me had always felt broken, always just not quite good enough. I always felt like enough with Ash.
I trailed my fingertips along his shoulder and pulled him closer as I watched his chest rise and fall in the pale moonlight that streamed in through the half- open drapes. He was more than enough for me. He was more than I’d ever imagined possible.
Ash
I stirred at the sensation of fingertips lightly trailing along my forearm. I looked around, my eyes struggling to adjust from sleep and darkness. I didn’t feel Jesse beside me. Odd. I wandered a bit further toward consciousness, surprised at what I found. He was dressed and kneeling beside the bed gently trying to wake me.
“Ugh…what’s…what time…?” I wasn’t awake enough to form a sentence.
“Come on, sleepy. Get up, put this on,” he whispered and held out jeans and a hoodie.
“What?” I was beyond confused.
“Get up. Put these on.” he chuckled.
Every cell in my body protested, but I followed his instructions fairly well for someone who was half awake at best. By the time I was fumbling with the zipper on my jeans, he was standing in front of me, blanket slung over his shoulder, slipping his fingers into mine and leading me to the door. I was still too asleep to wonder what was happening. I’d have blindly followed him anywhere. Apparently even in the middle of the night.
“Shhh.” He put his finger to his lips briefly before opening the door with an expression that said he hoped it wouldn’t creak.
He led me down the stairs and quietly pulled open the large front door. I was instantly shocked into wakefulness. The air was moist and dense with the dew that would soon break, and far cooler than the previously sweltering day had suggested it might become. When I shivered,Jesse’s arm and half the blanket instantly wrapped around my shoulder as he pulled me close. I leaned my head onto his shoulder as we walked away from the house. I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t care.
