Page 88 of The Autumn We Fell in Love

I need to touch him more. With two hands I push his jacket from his shoulders and down his arms. He shakes it off, tossing it to the side, steely eyes never leaving mine. My fingers go to the buttons of his shirt, releasing one after the other after the other.

I feel his exhalations on my face as I peel off his shirt, then his white undershirt. His breath comes quick but quiet until I touch the solid hills and valleys of his chest with trembling fingertips. When I make contact, he inhales sharply, the strong muscles of his belly jumping at my touch.

I can’t help it — I grin up at him. He responds with one of his own, then takes his hands and runs them from my collarbone, over my breasts, and across my belly to press two fingers through my jeans into my mound.

I gasp, and his jaw tightens. He presses harder and I melt into him, craving more — more contact, more closeness, more of everything he’s offering. Ash wraps his other hand around my back and pulls me into him, placing a leg between my thighs. He slides his fingers away from where my legs meet and runs his index finger from my chin down my throat. I arch against his leg with a moan, sensation blossoming from my clit.

Ash reaches beneath my shirt and, tugging my bra down, takes a breast in his palm. He massages it, thumb grazing my nipple, ripping a cry from my throat.

He groans, cupping my ass and pulling me harder against his leg and thrusting the hardness of his groin into me. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His voice is a hoarse whisper against my neck, breath sending goosebumps prickling down my spine. “Is this really happening? Is this what you want?”

I grab his waist and pull him toward me, forcing him to splay his feet wide. When I’m pinned between him and the door, I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips. Grinding my crotch against him, I purr, “Does it seem like I do?” I trail my tongue up his neck, circle his ear, and nip his jaw. He quivers.

“I want to hear you say it.” His voice is thick, guttural, but the iron in his eyes suddenly gives way. I see years of love and confusion and grief over lost opportunities in his gaze. How could I have missed this for so long?

I cradle his face in my hands and kiss him, long and lingering, before I answer. “Yes, Ash. I want you. I want this. And I’m so sorry it took this many years for me to realize it.”

Ash’s eyes harden with lust again. Just the sight of it makes my blood rush faster through my veins — and to my throbbing clit.

“I know how you can make it up to me,” he murmurs, raining kisses from my ear to my chin.

“How’s that?” I ask, breathless.

“Let me make the sweetest fucking love to you right now.” He bucks his still-clothed shaft against me in a steady rhythm.

“Yes,” I gasp, burying my face in his neck. “Please.”

“Good,” he growls. Ash whirls us away from the door, arms around me in support. I get a dizzying glimpse of the interior of his loft — white walls and minimal gray-stained furniture, a plush couch abutting a swirl of steel I take to be the open-concept kitchen — before we’re plunged into the dim of his curtained bedroom.

With me still in his arms, he strips off my sweater. Then he lays me onto the bed and works at the button of my jeans. I dig my fingers into the pillowy softness of the bed and its blankets, shivering in the dark as Ash makes quick work of my pants and then my panties. He leaves the air cast on, and I don’t protest — the doctor said I could go about my normal business with the thing on. And while having the steamiest sex of all time might not be on my usual list of things to do, I am damn sure going to count it as normal business from here on out.

I expect him to lay down with me. I jump in surprise when he lays his hands on my thighs instead. A moment later I feel something wet and warm nestle into my mound, probing for my clit. It takes me a gasping moment to realize it’s his tongue swirling over and into me, nudging my most tender place with insistence.

Throwing my head back, I give myself over to his ministrations with a groan. The coil of desire winds tighter in my abdomen as he licks and kisses and tastes. It seems both an instant and an eternity when my body begins to move of its own volition, climax crashing over me. My thighs vibrate on either side of Ash’s head and my back arches, hips lifting. He clamps his mouth to my vulva and sucks hard and fast. I cry out, grinding myself back in response.

All insecure thoughts — hell, all thoughts of any kind — are long forgotten in the storm of sensation Ash is creating in me. My orgasm is long and loud, legs tight around my lover’s head, toes curled. Or maybe it’s orgasms? I can’t tell, and have no desire to attempt to discern the nature of my crescendo. I surrender to it, shuddering and mewling.

His tongue gentles, gives me more space to breathe between each wave of pleasure. Gradually, his touches grow further apart. He slides a steadying hand up my leg to my belly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh.

My eyelids flutter and I come back to myself — back to Ash. I raise my head and gaze down my body at him kneeling between my spread legs, my eyes having adjusted to the darkness. His gaze pounces on me, lips curling into a smile. “How was that?”

I sigh. “Incredible.” The word isn’t anywhere near enough, but it’s all that my brain can manage.

The curl deepens. “It did seem like you were enjoying yourself just a little.” His eyes glint with mischief.

I hoist myself up on my elbows, feeling a naughty playfulness ignite within me as well. “Did you like making me come more in a single session than I ever have in my life?”

His fingers on my belly dig deeper. “It was amazing,” he rasps as he finds his feet, leaning over me. He plants kiss on my breasts that bloom into currents of sensation. I arch my chest close to his face, an offering. He takes a breast in his mouth and sucks, tongue bathing my areola.

Reaching down for his waist, I tug at him. He obeys, crawling all the way onto the bed. I have his jeans open in an instant. It’s quick work for me to sit up and tug them off along with his boxers. His erect length springs up, finally freed.

“There,” I say, flashing Ash a wicked grin. “That’s better, don’t you think?”

Before he can answer, I spring on him. I take his length in my mouth, sucking hard. He jumps and groans with surprise as I work my mouth up and down his length.

It’s odd — I’ve never enjoyed giving oral sex to my male partners. I’ve done it because I figured it was polite. But I never liked it.

With Ash, though, it’s different. Iwantto do this for him. I love getting to taste the smooth saltiness of his shaft, to feel how much harder I can make him grow.

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