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We drop back into this chapter with Leed's perspective, just after Ashlynn told him he should probably get naked...
Leed
"Woman, you don't have to tell me twice." I push down my shorts and she does look then. Her chest heats, and her face, but she doesn't look away. She has the same look in her eye as in the picture she sent me. She takes all of me in and silently pats the bed on the floor. I move slowly toward her and stretch out, face down. She makes a murmuring laugh.
"The back view is almost as nice as the front," she says softly, and I feel the barest trace of her fingers skim my ass.
Then her touch is gone again. I lay my head on crossed arms and watch her continue mixing in the bowl with a wooden spoon. The way she stirs so methodically is like a ritual. She puts the bowl down. She lights some incense. I'm hyper-focused on her every move; the way she purses her lips to blow out the flame, the way she closes her eyes and the way her face relaxes as she inhales the smoke. She arranges the incense in its holder and dips her fingers in the oil, rubbing her hands and breathing the scents in. She tilts her head back and rubs the oil down her neck and chest, sighs and smiles at me.
She exudes sensuality and grace and softness. Watching her, I feel like my whole life has come to this pointâto be with her, to learn from her gentle ways, to protect her. I can't for the life of me understand why this angel who clearly enjoys so much sensation thinks she's bad at sex.
She takes her rings off and dips her whole hands in the oil, coating them generously. Then she surprises the hell out of me by rising gracefully, stepping over me, and lowering down on her knees, straddling me, using my ass as a seat.
"Ah, I can see why you think you're bad at sex. You're just a little bit backwards, baby. Here, just let me turn over and it's pretty much instant orgasm for you, on top like that," I pretend to twist underneath her, but she puts her hands on my back and pushes me down with a snort.
"Stop teasing me," she says in a voice that sounds like she wants me to do anything but.
I reach down with my hands and pat the sides of her thighs. "I'm sorry baby, but teasing you is all I've been able to think about since you sent me that picture."
"Yeah? And how would you do that?" she asks.
Fuck me, this is going to be even hotter than I realized. Her touch is already driving me wild. Her hands are working my lower back, kneeding the muscles there that are sore from acroyoga, like she already knows just where I need her touch the most. But now she wants to talk sexy, too?
Her strong fingers are spreading up my back, working the muscles underneath my shoulderblades. She uses her weight, making the pressure almost painful. God, it feels so fucking good. I groan in approval. It's hard to fucking believe we're here in this moment. I've waited a long damn time to get this close to her and it takes every ounce of self control I have to lay still and let her work on me, because what I really want to do is get her naked and on her back and kiss and lick my way down to that Pearly Gate and show her she's got nothing to worry about between us. I'm fighting the urge flip around and pull her to me.
She feels my tension. She pauses, and then I feel the drip of warm oil being poured on my upper spine. She spreads it in circles over my shoulders. "Relax, Lion. You want me to relax when its my turn, right? So show me how. Tell me."
"Ashlynn, nothing's ever felt this good and been so hard to wait for at the same time," I confess. "When it's your turn, that's what I what to show you. I want to bring your body to the edge tonight, work you up so mind-blowingly slow, that coming apart will be the place you want to run to, not from."
Her fingers curl over my shoulders and drag down slowly. "When it's my turn, will you do something for me?"
I'm pretty fucking sure I'll do anything for this goddess, but that seems a little premature to say, so instead I say. "Whatever you need, baby."
"When it's my turn...don't try to take my clothes off, okay? You can touch me anywhere...just leave my clothes on for now, okay?"
It hurts in my chest to know that whatever scars she carries cause her such insecurity, but I know I don't get to choose her feelings about it. In fact, I pretty much guessed she would feel that way. "That's why I bought all silk underwear baby...so you could wear something you were comfortable in, and I could ruin it with massage oil."
"Oh!" She gasps a little laugh of relief. "That was really sweet, Leed. So thoughtful..." She runs her fingers along my arms and then underneath my head, and suddenly her boobs are pressing on my back. I turn my mouth to hers, letting her take the lead in kissing. I'm feeling it nowâshe needs to take the lead in this. She might not be good at getting off herself, but this woman is experienced. She knows what men like, and what she's doing to me...I can feel it...it's like she exercising her demons. She's finally getting to put her experience to use in a good, trusting, happy place. If that's what she needsâto feel her power, to gain her confidenceâI'm loving being the one to go there with her.
After the kiss she massages my arms, shoulders, and back for a long time. Slowly, slowly, she slithers herself down my body, bringing the attention of her hands to my ass squeezing and kneeding. She works her way down both of my legs and to my feet. She bends my leg at the knee and puts my foot between her breasts as she massages my calf and ankle.
Christ, she's so fucking close. She's here. Our bodies are so in sync but not yet one. The energy we are building is blowing out my brain, but stinging in the flesh. I relax into the discomfort of my throbbing dick just like I would relax into the mild strain of a difficult pose. And let her continue to ease my muscles.
When Ashlynn has massaged both of my feet, she slides back up my legs and pours more oil on my ass, very deliberately annointing my crack.
"Easy, Lion," she whispers. "I've got you."
"Turn over," she instructs.
I do.
I curl up and meet her in another slow, sensual kiss. I tug her braid slightly and she yields her neck. I taste the slippery, sweet coconut oil and the mandarin and vanilla she added to it. I'm ready to make this massage a joint endeavor. My hands begin to roam her body as I pleasure her throat with my lipsâI stroke her back, her ass, her sides, and tease my hands beneath the top. She pulls them away from her skin and plants them firmly on her breasts, atop the satin. "Is this what you want to feel?" she whispers, biting my earlobe.
"Feels like heaven," I whisper back, as I cup them and gently circle my thumbs on her nipples. She gasps, and they harden instantly beneath the soft fabric. Her hips begin to buck and we're moving together as I take her head, find her mouth again and push her my real passion for the first time.
It's too much, too soon. I lose my mind, and my hand travels too far south. She breaks the kiss, panting like a spooked philly as she stills my hand. I remove it and put it on the upper curve of her ass, patting lightly in reassurance.
"Sorry," I'm breathing hard, too.
"It's okay," she assures me, "You can touch me there, I just want to...finish your massage first." Our eyes stay locked as she pulls pillows from around us and piles them up behind my back. I lay back, resting my hands on her thighs.
"Okay...I could stand to be a little more relaxed," I grin. I can't take my eyes off her face as she pours oil in my belly button, and a slow trail down, drizzling it all over me.
She rubs my stomach in a maddening circular pattern. Part of me wants to growl at her to grip me but there's a brighter, stronger part that loves the sweet delay. I relax fully into the experience, leaning back into the pillows, watching her.
The sure knowledge washes through my being: Ashlynn is every fantasy I ever imagined, coming to life, but better, because now the fantasy is flooded with feeling. She's Beauty, she's Grace. She's Love.
Then she takes me in both her hands, and I can't think for awhile. I'm lost in the sensation.
Fuck. It's the goddamn understatement of the century to call what Ashlynn is giving me a "handjob." She's lavishing all of her attention, her affection, her focus, her care on me. Then she gets focused in her attention. She strokes me in every good way I've ever been touched, and in new, experimental ways no girl has ever bothered. Sometimes she asks me what feels good, but the only guidance I give her is that her touch is fucking exquisite and I love every thing she's doing. It's all so much fucking better with herâher pressure, her timing, her serene energy, her utter lack of urgency. Like she could spend all night touching me.
She's not like any other girl I've ever been with. She's not getting me off just to get hers, like Tam. She's not trying to prove she's the hottest, sexiest, dirtiest fangirl in the room. She doesn't want my fame, my money, my wild ride. She doesn't want me to match her own poise and power on a red carpet, like Sophie or the other celebrities I've been with. Right now, the way she's touching meâit feels like Ashlynn likes me for me, and she just wants to show how much.
Fuck. Shit. Damn. My hands go automatically to her feet, pressing her arches through the incredible long minutes of intense pleasure she's giving me. Torrents of energy rip down my spine. I clench my jaw and stay the fuck silent as my brain screams one simple, terrifying word inside my head. Over and over, the same word, as I'm coming.
Ashlynn. Ashlynn. Ashlynn.
Like she's the only language I know. My only word. My only world.
She holds me protectively, moving slowly, working me down as tenderly as she worked me up. I would make anyone else stop, as the dread of too much after-sensation would be torture, but somehow I trust this woman with all of me and I just let go of the tenseness. I sink into bliss at her soft, final minutes of touches. She rises fluidly but I know from instinct where she's going, so I don't protest. She returns with a couple of warm cloths from the bathroom and while she cleans me, I rub her back slowly. She tosses that cloth aside. I pull her hands to my face and kiss her knuckles, then reach for the second cloth and clean her hands, rubbing each finger, while she blushes so fucking pretty.
I reach to the table for her jewelry, putting her rings back on her hands. We laugh a little as I try to match the rings to the right fingers, but I refuse to let her tell me which ones. I want to do it by feel.
All it takes between us is a chin tip from me, and she comes to me, snuggles against my side as I turn to her, draw the blankets up around her shoulders, and wrap her in a tight embrace against my chest. This is another amazing thingâtangled up in her graceful limbs, breathing in and she breathes out.
Holding her like this for the first time is paradise.
"Never had anyone take care of me like that, Ashlynn. Hear me, woman: you are not bad at sex. You are amazing."
"I told you, I'm better at giving. But I've never given like that."
"Like what?" I murmur. I'm wondering if she means with all the fancy tantric trappingsâthe tent, the oils, the incense.
"Like it mattered," she whispers. "Like I cared."
"I'm glad you care," I tell her. "Because I care, too." More than you know, Sunshine. More than I know how to say.
I can't say how long we lay wrapped up in each other. Several times I murmur to her, ask her if she's warm enough, tell her she's made me so fucking happy right now, ask her how she's feeling. She says she is happy, too. I rub her shoulders, her back, her ass, and her thigh, pulled over my leg, but she is quiet. I wonder if there is more in her mind than she's sharing. There's damn sure more in mine. That question that I asked Adamâthat thought that's been in the back of my mind for weeksâI'm even more confused now. Never felt this...invested. All I can think about is taking care of this girl like she took care of me...with tenderness, with generosity.
But not just right now, in this bed. Taking care of her in every way.
All ways.
Always.
Fuck meâis this love or just a chemical bliss from the best fucking hand job of my life?
Maybe it's both.
I don't know. I just know...I'm amazed.
By her, by this, by the way I feel. I'm not ready to tell her, but I'm damn sure ready to show her.
I roll her on her back and her sleepy eyes blink open. She smiles lazily at me.
I kiss her forehead, her nose, her mouth. "Your turn, Sunshine."