His mouth falls on mine, his tongue sliding between my parted lips. He tastes warm and sweet, and I find myself leaning into him, enjoying the closeness and connection he’s giving me. I push back, wanting more, deepening the kiss. But he remains soft and lazy as I become urgent. Having never felt something like this, I want to take it all. It’s like someone flipped a switch and my body is alive with excitement.
I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to get even closer to him. He moves his hand from my thigh to my hips, and in one tug I’m in his lap, straddling him. But I don’t break the connection with his lips. I keep kissing him and he lets me. His hands softly roam my body as he allows me to take what I need. I feel myself start to rock against him, and it causes a moan to pour from me.
A rumble leaves his body, a noise that sounds a lot like a growl. His grip on me grows firmer as tension rises in his body. He wants something, but I don’t know what it is. I can’t bring myself to try to figure it out with all the wonderful, new sensations cascading through my body. As I’m further pressed against him, the world falls away.
“More,” I plead, pulling away from his mouth for a moment before latching back on to his lips. My hands go to his hair, wanting to hold on to him so I don’t ever have to let go.
“Not here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, breaking away from my mouth. I don’t let that stop me as I go for his neck, kissing him anywhere I can find exposed skin. Wanting his warmth. Wanting his taste. I keep rocking against him, and something builds deep inside me. His hands go to my hips, locking me in place.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” I hear him mutter. “Sweetheart, I don’t want the first time you cum for me to be in the back of a car.”
Pulling back, I look at him and around the inside of the limo. I forgot we were in a car. My heart starts to race.
“It’s okay.” He softly cups my cheek. “We’re here.”
“You distracted me.” I smile at him.
“I know the feeling. You’ve been distracting me for a while.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I lean into his hand. I didn’t know how much I was missing physical comfort and affection.
“No, it’s a distraction I need.” I smile at his words. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
We exit the limo and enter the building. As we walk toward the elevator my pulse picks up. Suddenly I’m in Ash’s arms. He passes the elevators and opens a nearby door marked ‘Stairs.’
“What are you doing?” I ask, knowing his home is on the fifth floor. That’s a lot of stairs.
“Treating you as you should be treated, taking care of you. Hold tight.” I wrap my arms around his neck as he takes the stairs two at a time. “I’m guessing my girl wouldn’t like being stuck in an elevator either.”
“No,” I whisper, laying my head against his shoulder. He’s done so much for me so far, and he has no idea how much it’s meant to me. Showing me that I really am his first thought. My wellbeing seems to be his only concern. When we get to the top floor, he puts me on my feet for a second to open the door. Then he lifts me back into his arms and strolls into his home. My breath catches.
I knew the top floor had a balcony, but I didn’t know the walls facing the street were made of glass. I don’t pay any attention to the rest of the home as he puts me on my feet. I head straight for the balcony, my eyes locked on its beauty.
“It all opens,” Ash says, heading for the balcony, too. He pushes a button and the glass wall slowly folds in, eradicating the barrier to the outside world.
“It’s perfect,” I tell him, walking out onto the balcony overlooking the park.
“It is,” he replies.
I glance back at him, but he’s looking at me, not the park. My cheeks warm as I remember how I kind of attacked him in the limo and how he let me.
“What’s that?” I point to double French doors off to the side of the balcony.
“It’s a bedroom.”
“Can I have that one?”
A smile spreads across his face. “It was just the one I was thinking for you.”
She walks to me and nuzzles against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes. I love the feeling of her in them.
“Will you sleep with me tonight?” she asks, looking up at me through her dark lashes.
“Anything you ask will be yours, sweetheart,” I say, running my thumb across her cheek.