Page 83 of Ashes

I shook my head slowly. “No.”

His smile grew bigger. “Good. Unwrap my towel.”

I reached for him, trying my hardest to steady my hands before I placed them against his chest. Once I made contact with his burning skin, desire overshadowed my shyness.

I slowly slid them along the planes of his stomach, exploring. Every ridge and valley of his abdomen tightened against my touch as I made my way down his body. His skin was blistering hot, just like I felt mine was.

I paused at the hem, my eyes flickering between his face and his erection clearly straining against the cloth. My fingers brushed lightly against it as they dipped underneath the towel to flick it open.

Puta madre.

My mouth watered at the sight and my tongue darted out to lick at my lower lip.

I’d technically seen some at work before or had a glimpse while watching television shows or movies, but I’d never seen one this close and likethis.

His penis was thick and the swollen top shone with pre-cum, a smear of it near his hip.

I wonder what it tastes like.

He groaned and I looked up at him. “Sienna, you can’t look at me like that.”

“Oh, why?”

“Or I won’t be able to restrain myself.”

I was doing this to him. He was turned on because of me. That fact surged through me and dispelled more of the nervousness I was feeling. I reached down tentatively, brushing my fingers against it, and it twitched at the contact.

I retreated.

“It’s okay, you can touch me,” he choked out and I nodded.

My heart was beating so loudly against my rib cage, it almost felt like it would jump out of its place. Summoning the courage, I ran a finger up the vein along the underside of his shaft and he hissed through gritted teeth.

I ripped my hand away, but he grabbed it and brought it back.

“No,” he panted. “Keep going.”

My finger returned, this time exploring his crown andover the leaking slit at the top. Curious, I brought my index finger to my lips and swiped it against my tongue as I looked at him.

Surprisingly, it didn’t taste as bad as I thought. It was warm and salty, not bitter as I imagined.

A soft curse left his lips. “Ah, putain tu vas me tuer.”

I wasn’t sure what he said, but I lit up from the expression on his face and went back to what I was doing. I stroked down his cock and fondled with his sac, weighing and tentatively squeezing.

The second I did, he choked out my name, squeezing his eyes shut and falling back into his bed, throwing his arm over his face.

I stretched and crawled over to him. “I’m sorry,” I said, panicked. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to…”

He peered at me under his arm. “Sienna, it’s okay. I just…” He chuckled lightly. “My body is yours to do anything you want, baby. Just be gentle around the tip and the scrotum since they’re both more sensitive. You can touch it and play with it, but not too aggressively.”

Threading his fingers around mine, he wrapped our hands over his penis and tugged up and down slowly. My skin grew a thousand degrees hotter at the gesture.

“Just like that,” he husked.

That’s fucking hot.

I slanted my hips sideways, searching for the right angle to relieve some of the aching pressure in my core with my heel.