Page 82 of Ashes

His fingers made their way underneath my shirt and my skin tingled with anticipation. His hands moved higher until they were right beneath my bare breasts, making my nipples harden as he brushed the skin there.

My pussy clenched in response and I rocked against him. My lips parted and I moaned his name when his finger brushed over my right nipple. “Jamal.”

“Yes,mon amour,” he said before trailing kisses down my chin toward my neck.

I gently pressed my hands to his chest, stopping him. “Ineedyou.”

His eyes found mine and my gaze bore into his. Without another word, he lifted my shirt over my head, revealing me to him. He sucked in a sharp breath and his eyes darkened from their usual brown to an almost black as they roamed over me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin.

“Beautiful,” he whispered against my skin as he placed a kiss above my breast. Cupping it into his palm, his wet, hot mouth latched over a nipple and he sucked.

“Fuck.” I gasped, arching into his touch as he explored my breasts, giving them equal undivided attention.

Gripping. Sucking.

“Simplement magnifique,” he muttered against my skin before biting down gently on my nipple.

I felt myself grow wetter with each of his ministrations and my thin pair of briefs weren’t doing much to hide it. The fire running through me grew stronger with each stroke of his tongue and every time his cock rubbed against my clit.

It felt like hours of torture, his tongue never tiring, until he finally kissed his way back up to take my mouth with those sinful lips again.

“More,” I mumbled breathlessly against his lips.

I wanted him everywhere. On me. Against me. Inside of me.

He hummed against my lips before sucking my bottom one between his teeth and nipping at it. A strangled sound broke free out of my throat, a mix between a gasp and a sigh.

“What do you want?” he asked in between kisses. His hands moved back to my hips, gripping them as I moved back and forth against him.

I whimpered against his mouth.

“What does my greedy wife want?”

I pulled back, my hands firmly on his shoulders now. My gaze instantly locked with his. “I want you to fuck me,” I said boldly, shocking myself.

And by the expression on his face, shocking him too.

Suddenly embarrassed by my statement, I bit on my bottom lip, working it back and forth with my teeth, and averted my gaze.

I want you to fuck me. Really, Sienna?

One of his hands left my hip and he gripped my chin, forcing me to face him. “No, Sienna. Don’t turn away. Look at me.”

I slowly looked up and when I met his gaze, his eyes were filled with unfiltered lust.

“You want me to fuck you?” he whispered, softly brushing his lips against mine.

I nodded.

“Words,mon amour.”

“Yes,” I choked out.

Jamal lifted me off his lap and placed me between his spread legs, my knees resting between them. His hands then left my body and he rested his palms behind him against his bed.

I sat on my heels and my hands dropped to my sides, unsure of what he was waiting for. “Umm…” I frowned, confused.

He gave me a small smile. “Don’t look so sad,” he teased, reaching forward to press a kiss in the middle of my forehead, right above my frown lines. “I’ll give you what you want. But first…” He paused, returning to his previous position. “Have you touched a man before?”