Page 18 of Freaks Of Nature

His own cologne must’ve overpowered the fragrance.

“How’s that?” His fingers release the tie, hands shifting around to cradle my head. “Too tight?”

I give him a light shake. “No. It’s perfect.”

I can’t see anything. The room was already dimly lit, but with the cloth forcing my eyes shut, only darkness greets me.

I like how it feels. My anticipation rises with the loss of sight and not knowing what he’s going to do next.

And that’s not all.

I’m immediately more aware of his touch. His weight on top of me. The friction of him between my thighs.

Everything becomes heightened.

Ash hovers over me, his thumbs tracing the edges of my jaw, and I don’t need to see. I can sense the heat of his smile on my face.

“You’re perfect,” he stresses in a husky voice, his lips caressing mine.

One of his hands lets go to brace his weight as he deepens his kiss and nudges me flat onto my back.

I open my mouth to him on a moan.

Ash counters with equal sounds of pleasure. His teeth tug on my bottom lip, then nip my chin when he moves lower, his hips grinding against mine.

My eyes roll back into my skull. This is so hot.

His tongue curls into the dip of my throat, then slicks a trail down my sternum.

He drifts to one side, and I arch up when he sucks my right breast into his mouth while his hand engulfs the other, working me simultaneously.

I ride the high. He feels so good. I want him to devour me.

A desperate whimper escapes my lips, and he chuckles with satisfaction. “So needy, baby girl?”

But Ash answers my call. He straightens, and his hands come together at the front of my jeans.

I lift my hips. Patiently, he undresses me until I’m completely naked before him.

My breathing judders. He takes my knees, sliding his palms along the inside of my thighs to open me to him.

I feel the chill air of the room on me, and I shudder knowing that I’m on full display. I can’t hide anything from him. He sees me now. All of me.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his heavy hands spreading me until I can’t go any further.

His thumb traces my wet seam, back and forth, teasing me before stalling right at my clit.

The mattress shifts under his movements, and then his tongue lashes out. He thrusts it into me, spreading my seam to grant himself entrance.

My muscles tremble. Stroking my clit with his thumb while his left arm wraps around my leg to keep me from squirming, he has me close to climaxing already.

I feel it peaking.

I cry out as I thrash in his hold, my arms flailing to grab a hold of anything. I buck against his mouth.

But Ash is not done. Thrusting two fingers up into me, he does the curling motion to stroke my G-spot and sucks me harder.

He’s relentless.