Page 17 of Freaks Of Nature
His green eyes scrutinize me briefly. Then he removes my hands, taking them by the wrists again. “I make rare exceptions,” he drawls, nudging me backwards onto the bed.
Pinning my arms on either side of my head, he feathers his lips over my mouth. “But I get tested regularly because sometimes they do rip.” A velvet kiss makes my eyes flutter. “I’m clean, if that’s what you’re wondering. And I can pull out before I finish.”
The weight of his hips settles in between my thighs, and his pecs brush my pebbled nipples. I tingle all over, from my fingertip to my toes, to the roots of my hair.
The friction between our bodies increases. I ache to feel him inside me.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt. “Knocking me up is not an issue. I just got out of a four-year relationship, and I never stopped taking it even though I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“Same guy for four years, huh?” His soft kisses dip below my jaw. “Sounds serious.”
I tip my head back as his lips map the front of my throat. “We were engaged, but I couldn’t go through with it. So I bailed.”
Ash chuckles darkly. “To look for a thrill?”
I look down and catch the wicked glimmer in his eyes when his pierced tongue swirls my nipple in a lazy circle.
“Can’t blame a girl for wanting some excitement in her life,” I reason. “He definitely wasn’t it.”
A slight tilt to his head, Ash stares at me in challenge. “Still looking?”
How much of a thrill could I handle? My experience level is basic at best, and he’s probably into some kinky stuff. Why else get your dick pierced? “What do you have in mind?”
“Let me blindfold you?”
I cringe. “Um… after being with a guy who was reluctant to have sex with the light on, I was really looking forward to the visual experience.”
Ash jerks up, blinking. “What?”
I release a sigh, and he must’ve read my expression that I wasn’t kidding about my disappointing sex life.
“Girl!” He rolls his eyes before they refocus on me. “Next, you’re going to tell me he didn’t eat your pussy either.”
My teeth clamp down on my lips to stifle a laugh.
Ash shakes his head, then settles back down, his face hovering inches from mine.
Eyes locked, his mouth lowers to mine. “Do you want to get properly fucked, baby girl?” he asks, amusement in his tone.
I reply with a chuckle. “Yes please.”
“Let me blindfold you, and I’ll make it worth your while.” He parts my lips with his, teasing the answer out of me.
“Fine,” I moan into him. “Just this once.”
He gives air to a hoarse laugh, then straightens on top of me, primed to push off.
Adjusting his briefs, but leaving his fly undone, Ash rushes out of the room.
I prop myself up on my elbows.
I hear a door down the hall, and he returns five seconds later, a black bandana in his hand.
“Where did you just pull that from?” I ask as he bends over me again to cover my eyes. Swift fingers work a knot at the back of my head. “It smells nice.”
“The dryer.”
I wonder what laundry detergent and sheets he uses. The notes spreading through the cloth’s fibers are dark and musky like men’s cologne, but not his. The difference is unmistakable.
