“You want this,” he said, and it was half-statement, half-question, because he could feel it but needed to hear her say it out loud.
“I want this,” she confirmed. “I want you,” she added, her voice stronger.
Ash wished his hands were softer—or at least not as calloused. Reka deserved soft. She deserved everything that was good in the world.
She didn’t seem to mind the hardness. As his finger first entered her, she gave a low moan of appreciation. She was wet, but tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He stilled inside her and scooted down onto the bed until his face was aligned with her core, where he began to gently kiss and lick.
The first time he licked her clit, she jumped high into the air.
“Oh my,” she gasped.
He feasted on her. He’d expected her to taste delicious—she tasted even sweeter than he’d expected. And, though it’d been a long time since he’d done this, his body knew exactly what to do.
While he kissed and licked her, Ash inserted a second finger inside her, curling both fingers gently and starting up a steady rhythm inside her. It wasn’t long before her entire body tensed and a deep orgasm ripped through her.
“Yes!” she shouted, turning her head towards the pillow as if that would somehow make a difference. “Yes …”
God, she was beautiful.
Her inner muscles pulsed around his fingers. He stilled inside her, waiting for her to come down from her orgasm.
She was silent for so long, he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
“Thank you,” she said. “Give me a moment and I’ll—“
“No,” Ash said, kissing her forehead. “Not now. Let me just hold you.”
“I thought we’d … do something for both of us.”
He laughed. “That was for both of us. I enjoyed that a lot.”
“But you’re—“
He almost laughed. She seemed to have a problem saying the word.
“Yes, I’m hard. I’ll be hard later, as well, if you’re still interested. We can still sleep an hour or two more now, though.”
She seemed to take his words seriously, for she was asleep less than a minute later. He wrapped his arms around her and willed his body to relax.