“Your what, now?”
“You’re my love, okay?Andyou,my love, are so very annoying.”
“I know.” Flipping me onto the bed, he peppers kisses all over my face. “Don’t you forget it either,” he says, hovering over me.
“Which part?” I bite my cheek to temper my smile.Why was I ever worried this wouldn’t work between us? This playful intimacy has always been our brand of affection.
Dipping low, he snuggles his nose to mine. “Any of it.” His eyes bounce around my face, taking in every line and curve. Stripping me bare, claiming my heart, and filling my soul, all before removing any clothes. When he presses his lips to mine, he molds his body around me, surrounding me with the safety he’s provided all along. I shiver as he lifts my shirt over my head, goosebumps erupting across my skin in anticipation of finally being his.
CHAPTER FIFTY
ASHLIE
His lips brand me as they trail down my neck to his favorite spot. “Are you mine now?” he asks.I am.I think I always have been. With deft fingers, he unhooks my bra and tosses it on the ground. His torrid touch erases every invisible scar left by lovers’ past, leaving me with only promises for the future. “I don’t have to share you anymore?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan as his hands roam down my body. Warm breath fans over my breast, and I arch my back, seeking him, entreating for the connection I’ve been longing for.
“Say it.” His fingers graze the base of my neck as he latches onto my nipple, stars bursting across my vision when he flicks my stiffened peak. “Tell me you’re mine, Ashlie.”
His spicy cologne fogs through my mind, unleashing the undeniable urge to bite. The insatiable craving to claim him, like he’s claimed me.Mine. I nip the salty skin on his shoulder in ravenous desire, his ginger musk driving me wild.
Raking my hands over his back, I dig my nails into the taut muscles as they ripple under my fingers. A guttural rumble vibrates his chest as his mouth descends on my other nipple, the tingling pressure pulling a moan from me. His teeth graze my skin, every nibble paired with a soothing swirl. I’m consumed by each lick of his tongue, wet heat pooling between my legs. He can take all the time in the world touching me like this, and I’ll gladly spend eternity a writhing mess underneath him.
Gone is my urge to bait him into playful intimacy. Tonight is different from the first time, and I let him guide me through his slow, assertive pace. I’ll willingly follow him anywhere. “I’m yours, Hunter.” My hands slide over his soft curls as he leads me down a path of blissful commotion. “All yours,” I whisper.
“Damnfuckingright,” he murmurs. There’s no smirk, no ego, or teasing when he lifts his head to mine. Just the scorching flame in his eyes. “And I’m yours. Always.” His kiss demolishes the walls I’ve leaned on so heavily, replacing it with his devotion. We shed the rest of our clothes. Soft lips scatter promises across my skin as he works down my body, my whimpers offering sweet supplication in return. There’s no more room to question whether we’ll work out, and my heart surges at the realization.
He pauses when he reaches my thighs, eyes darkening with lust. “Open wider for me, honey bear. Let me taste what’s mine.” At the demand of his voice, my knees fall open, his carnal groan shaking me to my core with delectable madness. His desire for me leaves me a soaking mess, aching for his mouth, his fingers,him.
“All yours,” I say, reveling in the truth of it all. I’m only his, and I always will be. The tip of his tongue twirls lightly over my clit before plunging into me. A shockwave scrolls through my body, the warmth from his mouth like white hot electricity zinging straight to my head after each taste. “Oh God,” I gasp, clutching the cool sheets underneath me, clinging to gravity.
He props my legs on his shoulders and tugs me tightly against his mouth. His fingers grip my thighs with aching pressure as he devours my pussy, sucking and stroking my sensitive bud. He’s feasting as if I’m his first meal after wandering through the desert. The sight of his head bobbing between my legs makes me moan, the tension in my core launching me into weightless hills and valleys. “Your tongue…feels so damn good,” I rasp. He responds with a rhythmic glide of his tongue through my folds, around my clit, and back again. And again. Slow. Tortuous.Exactly how I like. Delicate sparks surge through me, my hips rocking with the sensation of stars colliding under his touch. “I’m?—”
“Not yet,” he tuts, punishing me with the loss of his mouth.
“Whyyy?” I whine, tossing my hands against the bed.
“So you remember”—he slowly slides a finger in my pussy, pulling indulgent whimpers from me with every inch—“who makes you come.” I gasp when he curls it, dragging against that pleasure spot as he slides out. “Remember whose tongue your pussy craves.” Two fingers slam back into me, the force lifting my shoulders off the bed with a moan. “Remember”—thrust—“you’re”—thrust—“mine.” Another thrust, and he leans over me, stealing a kiss. “Are we clear?”
I nod quickly, my breath matching the wet cadence as his fingers fill and retreat.
“Do you hear yourself, Ash?” He resettles between my legs, pumping faster to increase the sound. “You missed me this much?”
“Y-yes,” the word stutters out of me while I dance through the glorious haze. “Missed you so mu—oh God!” A quick flick of his tongue dissolves all the words in my head.
“Show me.” Hunter’s husky demand twists the tension in my belly. “I want this pretty pussy dripping.” Adding another finger, he pumps slowly, swirling his tongue over my clit before one forceful suck shoots me straight to the moon. I moan his name, rocking my hips forward. “You taste just like I remember,” he murmurs.
“Faster, Hunter,” I pant, moving against his motion, begging for more friction. His words are making my head spin, and I’m frantic, my body pleading to be ravaged by him. Raking my fingers through his hair, I press his mouth to me, ready to fall apart. “Please, I need…need to…”
“Fuck…” he mumbles. “You’re so beautiful like this, begging for it. You gonna come for me?” With another curl of his fingers, I traverse through space and time, giving in to the sumptuous waves flowing through me.
“Holy shit.Don’t stop, love,” I moan. His name is a sacred whisper as fireflies dance before my eyes, my walls clamped around him while I tremble through the ecstasy. “I’m com—” His thumb glides over my soaking sensitivity, and my body levitates as he pulls a second orgasm from the remnants of the first. I’m floating and falling, screams of indulgence dying in my throat, and all I can do is hold on for dear life.
“Mmm, that’s it. Just like that…” He slowly rubs out my pleasure until quivers zap through me. “There’s my fucking good girl,” he whispers. Soft kisses and the burning scrape of his stubble on my inner thighs brings me back down to this sphere, leaving me ravenous. I need all of him,right now.
“More,” I demand, propping on my elbows. “I want you down my throat.”
Hunter licks my release from his lips as he crawls up my body. “That filthy mouth is gonna get you in trouble.” His lips crash into mine in a plunging kiss. My arousal on his tongue rekindles that primal urge, and all I can think about is licking, sucking, tasting him.
