Page 106 of Pieces of Ash
His fingers skim up my arms to the straps of my bra, and gently, slowly, he pulls them down my arms, uncovering my breasts and leaving me almost naked. His eyes look into mine for a moment before he drops them to my chest. He flinches, biting his lower lip.
“You’re beautiful.” He glances up at my eyes. “I know you hate hearing that, but it’s true.”
“I don’t hate it,” I say. “Not from you.”
“Lie down, baby.”
I lie back on the bed, sliding my head up to the pillow and watching as Julian joins me, kneeling on either side of my hips. He leans down and kisses me, his lips gentle and tender on mine. He sucks my bottom lip between his and then the upper. He licks the loose seam between my lips, and they open for him, my tongue seeking his as I reach up, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. Between us, rubbing the valley of my sex through my panties, I can feel his dick, hard and hungry, and I am scared, but I also want this.
His lips skim down my throat to my collarbone, then lower still, to my breasts. I feel his tongue, hot and wet, lick a circle around my left nipple, and I gasp in surprise, though my fingers, still in his hair, press his head to my chest. He kisses the bud of sensitive flesh, laving it with his tongue, sucking it between his lips, and my hips buck off the bed. He moves to my right breast, reaching up with his hand to massage the left, and sucks my right nipple between his lips, licking and sucking until I am whimpering from the sharpness of the sensation.
“Too much?” he mutters, his breath hot on my skin.
“N-no. Just…new,” I sigh, my voice low and breathy,
He suckles at me again, his fingers toying with the nipple that isn’t being loved with his mouth, while his other hand slips over my belly and into the waistband of my panties.
One of his fingers, warm and wet from my nipple, slides between the soft folds of flesh between my legs, finding its mark, and I cry out softly, a sound halfway between a whimper and moan. As he tongues my breast, his finger moves in slow circles, sliding over my aroused, slick skin. My knees rise, and my toes curl. My eyes are closed, and I push the back of my head into the pillow. My body is his playground, and he is doing things to it that I never imagined. Even more, my body is responding like it’s been waiting for him to touch me like this. Like maybe it’s beenwaiting forever. It knows what it wants, and as my hips start to thrust softly against his hand, I feel a gathering within me. I am holding my breath, the same way I would if I was in the shallows with a massive wave coming straight for me. I hold…hold…hold…and then it breaks, and I gasp, fireworks bursting behind my eyes as my body relaxes into trembles, and I fill my lungs. I am shattering under him, off the bed, floating in the stars, only the sound of his low, satisfied rumble of laughter returning me to earth.
“You’re…laughing at me,” I murmur.
“I’m enjoying you,” he answers, his voice low and hot, but still tinged with amusement.
“What?” I whisper, realizing that he’s sliding my panties down my legs, and further realizing that I am not embarrassed to be lying prone and naked before him. “Why?”
“Because you’re so sensitive. Because this is all new for you, which makes it new for me.” He spreads my legs, kneeling between them. “Because I bet you taste as sweet as you look.”
He dips his head, spreads me with his fingers and tastes me with one slow, long lick.
“Mm-hm. I was right.”
My fingers curl into the sheets on either side of my hips as he does to my sex what he did to my nipples. Licking, kissing, and sucking on my tender flesh, he brings me to orgasm number two, but his voice is more taut and less playful than before when he asks me:
“Are you sure you want to have sex, baby?”
I open my eyes to see him reaching over the bed. I hear the jingle of his belt buckle and then the crinkle of plastic. He holds up a condom.
“Do you know what this is?”
Remembering Gus’s warning, I giggle. “No glove, no love?”
Julian’s eyes widen. “Where did you hear that?”
“Sock that wang before you bang?”
He blinks at me, still holding up the condom. “Where does a nice Catholic schoolgirl learn an expression like that?”
“From a sassy gay man.”
“Ah. Gus.”
“Gus,” I confirm. I lean up on one elbow, feeling bold. I point to the packet in his fingers. “That’s a condom.”
“I’m clean,” he says quickly, out of the blue.
I stare at him. I’m not sure why he feels the need to tell me this, but maybe I should reassure him too.
“I showered earlier.”
