“Not until you’re comfortable with me touching you. I’m not in a hurry, Skye.” He nuzzled the soft hollow of her neck. “We have all the time in the world.”
And damn if she didn’t wish to give him what he wanted.
She turned around and laced her fingers around his neck. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do. I really do. But don’t try to fix me.”
His stare caught her off guard because she saw a hunger there that matched her deepest desire. Face-to-face with him, she couldn’t look away. He wanted more than sex. He wanted her happiness. She didn’t doubt his desire to fix her, but that was not what she saw reflected in the intensity of his gaze. His passion terrified her because it freed her from her burdens and made her feel blissfully alive. She was only just realizing what that might mean.
His body molded against hers, merging them together into one person. He kissed her, shoving his hands in her hair, gripping and pulling, until she groaned with the possession. She wrapped her arms around his back while he coaxed a deeper kiss. She couldn’t help but flex her hips, rocking against the hard press of his cock. And, as she did, her pulse thrummed past her ears, racing with a gathering heat. She reached between them, eliciting a hiss, followed by a deep moan, as she stroked his shaft.
He placed his hand over hers, stilling her motion. “Stop.”
“But…”
It wouldn’t take long for her to bring his climax toward an inevitable conclusion, but he refused to let her, gripping her wrist and holding it still.
His eyes latched on to hers, a darkness brewing in their depths. “We give, and we take, babe. I won’t take without giving something back. I need to touch you, too.”
“You can take me any way you want.” Fucking had never been a problem. He could bury himself inside her, and she would be content for him to take everything he needed.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
Defeated, she released her hand from his pulsing cock. “You want me to come, and I told you, I can’t.”
Not without images of her foster father filling her head, ripping her tender flesh apart with his prick, as his slimy flesh slapped against her bruises. Or, the worst memory of all, the violation forced upon Forest to compel her orgasmic release or face something much worse.
Ash shook his head. “All I’m asking is for you to trust me. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.”
Men always thought they could fix things.
As steam billowed all around them, his stare hardened, as did her resolve.
Men were so fucking obstinate.
His insistence, while gallant, prolonged the shower and kept her from her bed. Fatigue pulled at her muscles and fogged her brain. Her seduction, grabbing his dick and tugging on it, crass as it was, seemed to be failing.
The corners of his mouth twitched as he tried to resist the sensations she pulled from his body. With a flick of her finger underthe head of his cock, he sucked in air as her grip tightened around his shaft. She stroked him from root to crown and arched a brow as she stared him down.
“You got me by the balls here,” he said.
She winked. “I know.”
“I’ll never give up, you know.”
She lowered to her knees. “Accept me for who I am. Accept what I can give.”Please don’t judge me by my past. I can’t change any of it.
Steam heated her cheeks. She could smell him. The perfume from the shampoo lathered his skin, but the musky aroma of his arousal had her nostrils flaring.
She blinked, and as she opened her mouth to take him in, a harsh emotion emerged. Simmering anger rose from her gut.
This was what her foster father had stolen. Intimacy remained an impossible dream.
She pushed her anger aside and kissed the tip of Ash’s cock. Wrapping her lips around him, she explored his velvety length. Hard as steel, his cock jerked and swelled. Eagerly, she licked, swirling her tongue around the tip.
His guttural low groan encouraged her exploration, and when his legs began to shake, she knew he was getting close. He grew harder and hotter in her mouth. She licked and sucked, letting his moans guide her next step. She cupped his sack, caressing his heavy balls, careful not to rake the tender skin with her nails.
Ash’s moans intensified as she swallowed his full length, overcoming her gag instinct to take him fully. She sucked and then pulled out, slow, dragging her tongue along his length. His body shook, hips thrusting forward, trying to take over and fuck her face. She loved the effect she had on him, how he would come undone under her touch. She loved every moment and allowed him the freedom he needed. And, as he fucked her mouth, hissharp, uneven exhalations filled the shower with the urgency of his need.
“Holy fuck!” He grasped the wet length of her hair, pulling and guiding her head as he desired.
