“So, it’s Friday,” Ashley starts conversationally. I give her a side-eyed glance, not sure where she’s going with this.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Wanna watch Friday the 13th?” She lets out a devilish giggle and then squirms away when my fingers go to tickle her side.
“No, you horrible woman, I don’t.”
“But I promise we can sleep with the light on, and I’ll hold your hand if you get scared,” she teases in a singsong voice, dancing away from me.
“Get back here, you,” I joke, poking her with my crutch. The elevator doors open on our floor and she walks backward out into the hall, shaking her head. I follow as quickly as I can, cursing my damn knee every step that takes her farther from me.
At the door to our room, I trap her at last, my hands coming to either side of her shoulders, pinning her in place. My lips find a spot of bare skin on her neck, and I whisper a kiss there.
“You shouldn’t torment me like that.”
“Why not?” she says breathily, tilting her head to give me more access. “I think it’s adorable you won’t watch scary movies.”
I take the key card out of my wallet and slide it in, opening the door. My other arm is wrapped around her waist, holding her to me, and I’m somehow managing to keep the damn crutches under my armpits.
“If you want to spend tonight with my eyes closed while you watch a movie, fine. But I was thinking I’d rather make use of that large jacuzzi tub.”
I feel her sharp intake of breath under my arm and I wrap it tighter around her, pulling her flush with my groin where I know she can feel my dick hardening.
“That’s a better idea,” she murmurs.
“I thought so, too.”
In the room, I head straight to the bathroom, turn the lights on low using the dimmer switch, and start to fill the tub. I grab the container of bath salts the hotel provided, open it, and give it a sniff. It’s musky, with an underlying aroma of jasmine. Nice. I dump them in, check the temperature, then once I’m satisfied, I hobble my way into the bedroom to find Ashley with her back to me in nothing but her bra and panties.
“Fuck, babe,” I sigh, going over to her. My hands run from her shoulders, down her sides, landing on her lace covered hips. From there I trail up her spine, unclasp her bra, and slide it off her shoulders. She turns to the side slightly.
“You’re way too overdressed.” She turns in my arms fully, tempting me with her perfect breasts. But I don’t get the chance to enjoy them before she’s lifting my sweater over my head, her nails lightly scratching down my bare torso. “Turn,” she directs me in a soft voice, and I pivot on my good leg until I can sit on the edge of the bed. She drops to her knees between my legs, like every man’s wet dream come to life. My pants are undone, and I lift my hips so she can slide them off, freeing my cock. When she licks her lips and looks up at me with those large, hooded eyes, I stop her.
“No, sweet girl. Tonight is about you.”
Carefully, I stand up, leave the crutches where they are, and lead her into the bathroom. I shut off the taps, then face Ashley and slide her panties down her legs so that we’re both naked. I slowly get into the tub, feeling my good leg shake with the effort of supporting most of my body weight as I lower down. But it’s worth it when the warm water washes over me, and Ashley climbs in and settles between my legs.
We lay there for a few minutes, our fingers tangling together and lightly splashing the water. Her head is resting on my shoulder, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want this moment, this feeling, to last forever. Then Ashley shifts, and her ass, nestled against my cock, brings a small groan from my lips. She giggles, the tease, which means payback.
I free one hand from hers, and let it drift below the water, drawing slow, lazy lines up and down her stomach, starting between her breasts and running to just below her belly button. With each pass, I let the whorls I’m tracing draw closer and closer to her core, but always stopping just before I reach there. Soon her hips start to lift, straining to meet my touch, and I pull her earlobe between my teeth.
“Nope, I’m in control now, babe.” I kiss everywhere my lips can reach and wrap my other arm across her chest, letting my hand tease and tug on her nipple. Her hands come up and twist around my neck.
“Finn, please,” she says pleadingly.
I suck gently where her neck slopes to meet her shoulder and she moans softly. Painstakingly slow, I drag my fingers through the water, down her stomach, down her leg, back up and down the other leg, until finally, I slide in between them to stroke up her seam. Her hips lift, seeking more contact, and it’s all I can do not to give it to her immediately. But I want to draw this out. My fingers slip over her folds, circling around her entrance.
“You’re torturing me,” she groans.
“Mmm. No, I’m pleasuring you,” I rasp in her ear, just as I plunge one finger into her heat, sending water sloshing everywhere. She cries out my name, her fingers tightening in the hair at the base of my neck until it’s a heady mix of pain and pleasure. The steam in the air, the dim lights, and her voice echoing around us, it’s a feast for all of my senses, and I’m lost to it.
I add a second finger, and bring my palm to her clit, rubbing in circles as I twist my fingers to stroke her inner walls. I can tell I find her G-spot when her toes curl against the end of the tub and her cries turn to moans. My cock is rock hard, and her every movement is the best kind of torture as she rubs against me. I love how wild and free she is when she gives herself over to what I’m doing. And when she lets go, it’s almost enough to send me over the edge as well, just watching her.
I could get used to this woman.
Chapter twenty
Ashley
