Chapter Twenty-Five
Fanny
“We’re getting low on eggs,” I told Ash from the kitchen when he emerged from the guest bedroom.
Wearing nothing but a towel.
Damn.
“Just put what you need on a list.” His hand on the twist of white terrycloth at his trim waist, he gave me a smoldering side glance and a half-grin that would have ignited my panties if I’d been wearing any under my chemise and robe. “I’m out of clothes.” He stopped at the other side of the bar, and I stopped whisking eggs to stare at him.
“So it seems.”
His half-smile transformed into a blinding full-one that incinerated the rest of me. “Is Hollie still asleep” he asked. “I need to get into my closet.”
“Go right ahead. She’s up on the roof doing yoga. She’ll be there for an hour. Take your time.”
“An hour, huh?” He stalked closer, his gaze raking over me. “Forget the omelet.”
I set the bowl on the counter so fast it clattered.
“A perfect time to get on with the more between you and me.” Eliminating the space between us, he leaned in and put his lips near my ear. “I wanna scramble something alright.” His sun, ocean, citrus and that additional musky scent of his hit me. “You,” he concluded, his warm breath and the anticipation of what that scrambling might entail raised bumps on my skin.
“Alright.” My legs quivered.
“Excellent.” His eyes broadcasting intent like a gathering thunderstorm before a lightning strike, he grabbed me and scooped me into his strong capable arms.
“Where are we going?” I asked, throwing my arms around his neck and sifting through the satiny strands of his hair while I had the opportunity. He touched me plenty, but he seemed to be stingy about letting me have freedom to do the same.
“To my bed.”
“Oh.” Heat hit my cheeks.
“Oh-my-Ash in a couple of minutes,” he warned, striding with me following out of the kitchen and into the hall. “I’ve got a few things I’ve been thinking about doing since I saw you naked.”
“Only a few?” I retorted as we passed through the threshold into his room.
“Time constraints.” The groove in his cheek appearing, he lowered me to the floor. My soft curves grazed warm chiseled granite before my bare feet hit the ground. He framed my face with his large hands. Mine went to his forearms finding the sinewy strength I needed. Already he had me feeling lightheaded. His gaze dipped. “Hard to decide what to do first. Those lips of yours have been driving me crazy.” My heart raced as he moved one of his hands to gently trace my lips with his thumb. “Lush. Soft. Sexy.”
“Ash,” my breath spilled onto his skin. “Whatever you decide I’m ready.”
“You just think you are.” He tagged my bottom lip pressing the rough pad of his thumb deeper into it to widen the separation of it from the top one. My breathing stopped. My fingers flexed on his arms. Was he going to kiss me?
“Not yet.” Could he read my mind? “I want to. But I know I need more than an hour to devote to those enticing lips of yours.” He released my mouth and took a step back. I swayed toward him need and disappointment making me unsteady. He held the cure to what ailed me. He pinned me with his gaze.
“Why are you moving away?”
“Fanny. You know I like control, yeah?”
I nodded.
“So let me have the control, darlin’. I wanna play a bit. Explore. I’ll make it good for you. For both of us. But no more questions or I’ll take my sweet time getting there. Understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He took a seat on the edge of his bed. The covers had been stripped, new sheets replacing the old. I’d had a lot of extra energy this morning. After we had talked last night, I’d barely slept. Arms spread at the sides, his biceps even not fully flexed bulged impressively. “You like to look at me.”
I lifted my gaze. “Yes.”
“I like to look at you, too. Not just naked from the shower. When you were playing Ramon’s guitar. And at night when you’re sleeping.”
I pulled in a quick breath.
“I thought maybe you knew. I’ve been there. Every night since you came here. Checking on you. Counting my good fortune that you’re here. That nothing more happened to you than what did. Only last night you came to me before I could go to you.”
“Oh, Ash.”
“It begins,” he stated arrogantly. His lips curled. He leaned back slightly. “Take the robe off,” he ordered.
“Ok.” I undid the tie. The two sides of the robe separated and swung open, a swish of cool silk against my skin.
“Hold on,” he added when I started to shrug out of the rest of it. “Let me look at you a moment first.”
Oh my gosh. I stood still hands at my sides as he scanned me. Awareness prickled my skin.
“I like that robe on you,” he decided. “But I’d like it better off of you.”
I dipped a shoulder, one side sliding down to the crook in my arm while he watched it fall, then I shrugged the other. The robe fluttered to the hardwood floor, a puddle of emerald green at my feet.
“Nicely done.” A platinum brow rose. “You’ve done something like this before.”
“Not really. I just thought you’d like it if I did it that way.”
“You thought right. You anticipate and take the initiative. You’re perfect, you know.”
“I’m not, Ash,” I protested. “I haven’t, we haven’t…”
“You are,” he interrupted. “You’re beautiful. You make me crazy. I’ll let you see in a moment. For now do something for me.”
“Yes.”
“Slide your hands over your body. Like you think I would do if I were touching you.”
“Alright.” I started with my face and he smiled as I smoothed my hand down my cheek.
“You’re right. I would do that first. I love your skin. Soft as a fuckin’ rose.”
“Thank you.”
“What does it feel like to you? Touching your own skin with me watching?”
“Like…” I trailed off, considering his questions as I glided my palm lower over the swell of my breast. I gasped when the tips of my fingers skimmed my nipple. “Like a dream.” I lifted my gaze from watching my own fingers travel across my flesh to look at him. “A naughty one.”
“Go lower.” His voice had dropped. It made me feel things I didn’t mention. I skimmed my hand to the hollow of my abdomen stopping just before the swell of my mound. “Anything else?”
“Like what?” Did he know? Could he see the tension in my body like a guitar too tightly strung?
“Touch your pussy, Fanny. Middle finger leading the way. Straight down the center of it. Apply a little pressure where it aches the most then stop.”
“Yes,” I gasped doing just what he said. “Mmm.” I licked my lips. “It feels good,” I told him though I think he knew.
“Do you know how it feels for me to watch you pleasure yourself?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t think straight. He was so handsome. So everything I wanted. So sexy. So frustratingly everything I needed but so far away.
“Remove your hand, Fanny.”
“Ok.” I slid it across my thigh and let it fall to my side.
“You wanna know what I see?”
I nodded.
“Beauty. Nipples begging to be plucked and sucked. Hips to hold so I can sink my cock deep into you. Sexy legs to wrap around me and hold me tight. Would you do that for me, gypsy rose? Would you take me like that?”
“Yes,” I panted, watching him move his hand beneath the flap if the towel. Seeing him grab his shaft and pump it made me moan. “Oh my gosh, Ash.”
“Cup your tits, Fanny.”
I did.
“Lift them like you were offering them to me.”
“Yes.”
“I’d draw them deep into my mouth. I’d swirl my tongue. Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Let them go.”
“Ok, but…”
“Grab your hem. Skim that pussy that we both know is wet and remove the chemise. Now,” he barked, and I jumped doing it quickly.
Cold air rushed over my fevered skin.
“Fanny. Shit.” I lifted my gaze and looked directly into his piercing blue but dark as my desire eyes. “You’re freaking phenomenal. The inside of your thighs glistening already. No, don’t cover yourself. Please. But look at me.” I relinquished his gaze, dipping mine as he opened the towel. His cock sprang free. He stroked it. The hollow ache between my legs began to throb incessantly needing to be filled. He was thick and hard and huge. “I’m wet, too, because of you.”
“Ash, please. This…it’s too much…can we…”
“Do you want to come, Fanny?”
“Yes.”
“Grab your nipple between your first finger and thumb.”
“Ok.”
“Pull. While I pull my cock.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Twist it now.”
I moaned.
“Pull and twist the other one and watch me. What I do to my shaft. Look how hard I’m fisting my cock. I’m on fire for you, Fanny. About to explode.”
“Me, too. My legs are so shaky. I…”
“Arrow that hand down again. Yes. All the way. Feel your clit?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“It’s wet, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Swirl your fingertips around it.” I did. “Yeah, baby like that. Feel good?”
“So good,” I panted.
“Do it faster.”
“Yes.”
“Harder. Put pressure where your body wants it, baby. Watch me. Come with me. Let it go, baby. Let it fucking go.”
And I did shivering and coming apart while he erupted hot streams of himself all over his hands.