Page 111 of Ink and Ashes
I chuckle, taking slow steps back toward her. I could ask her the same damn thing, because fuck if she isn’t looking like an angel sent straight to me, lying fully nude on my bed with her flaming red hair spread in waves around her.
Then again, if this is a dream, I never want to wake up.
“You tell me,” I say, leaning back down to pull one of her nipples between my teeth. Her eyes shut as a moan falls from her lips. I grind against her as I switch to the other breast, and I swear just the feel of her bare against me has me close to bursting at the seams.
I kiss my way down her stomach until I reach the apex of her thighs, spreading them wide.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I lick my lips as I admire the view. She’s left in only her lacy white thong, and fuck if I’m not desperate to see what she’s hiding underneath it.
“I need to taste you,” I say, pressing a kiss to her clit over her underwear. She’s soaked, her legs already shaking. I can’t wait to see what she looks like when she comes undone beneath me.
Her breath is shaky as she says, “You don’t have to do that.”
My brows furrow. “You don’t want me to?”
She pushes up on her elbows, shaking her head as she pulls her lip between her teeth. “I—I do, I just didn’t think you’d want to. Gabriel never did.”
I climb my way back up her body, wrapping my hand around her throat. A sharp gasp escapes her as I lean in close, my lips skimming against hers as I say, “I think we’ve established I’m not Gabriel, Holland. So if it’s okay with you, first, I’m going to eat your sweet pussy like it’s my last damn meal until you’re dripping. And after I’ve made you come at least twice, I’m going to fuck that jackass right out of your head. The only name you’ll be saying in bed from here on out ismine. Got it?”
She’s panting, her eyes still locked on mine. I squeeze a bit tighter around her throat, and she whimpers.
“Got it, Rhodes?”
Her cheeks flush pink. “I got it.”
“Good.” I press another wet kiss to her lips, then settle myself between her legs again. Her breathing is laboured as she readies herself for my touch. I tease her by planting wet kisses through her panties while my fingers take hold of the waistband. Then with a swift tug, her thong snaps, and I toss the scraps to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes.
She huffs a breathy laugh. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that. I loved those.”
“I’ll buy you new ones,” I tell her with a smirk.
Her protest dies on her lips the moment my finger grazes her entrance. She lets out a soft whimper, squirming beneath me.
“Colson,” she whines, and my grin grows wider.
I place an arm over her hips to keep her still, pressing a softkiss to the crease at the top of her leg then another against her clit. She bucks her hips, and I chuckle, then curl my finger to meet that perfect spot inside of her at the same time that I wrap my mouth around her and suck.
“Colson,fuck,” she cries, her hands moving to my hair as her thighs clench tight around my head. I lap at her, licking and sucking and nipping her clit while my finger continues its movements inside her. I use the arm resting on her hips to put pressure on her lower stomach, moans falling from her lips. Her inner walls begin to flutter, and when I insert a second finger and brush against her G-spot again, she shatters.
Sound becomes muffled as her thighs tighten around my head, but I keep going. I keep my gaze trained up at her chest, watching her breasts rise and fall as her entire body pulls taut. She jerks, moisture soaking my fingers, and I grin against her. I continue my motions as she rides out her high, the orgasm reaching every bone in her body. After a beat, she relaxes a touch, but before she’s fully come down from the first orgasm, I flick my tongue against her clit and another wave rushes through her.
Her body tenses again, her fingers gripping the duvet on either side of her. “Colson!” she screams, quivering. “F-fuck.”
This orgasm lasts longer than the first, and she drenches my face and the bed. I drink up as much of her release as I can, not leaving an inch of her untouched. When she finally comes down, she pushes my face away from her.
“No more,” she pants heavily, her chest and face flushed even redder than usual.
I grin at her, bringing my fingers to my lips to lick the remnants of her off them. I pull my fingers out of my mouth with apop, then shift so I’m leaning over her and press my lips to hers. I trail my hand up her waist as I tangle our tongues together, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
“How’s that taste?” I ask with a smirk.
“What. The hell. Just happened?” she asks between breaths.
“That was you squirting, Red.”
Her eyes widen, the redness in her cheeks returning.
