Ambrosia (Page 29)
Without even realizing what I was doing, I arched my back ever so slightly, pushing my ass up against his hard cock. He groaned in his sleep and tightened his hold on me. Oh God. I lay there for a few minutes as my id, ego, and superego battled one another on my next move. In that moment, my id was feeling awfully dominate, and it kept chanting to me the advice that Evie had given me so many times: Fuck it and just live. So I did.
I reached back behind me, slid my hand between our bodies, and gently grabbed his cock. Gently, I began to stroke him on the outside of his boxers. It didn’t take him long to stir to life as he unconsciously pressed himself into my hand. Strengthening the grip I had on him, as I continued the up and down motion with my hand, I turned my head to where I could see his face. His eyes were still closed but he was smiling. Wanting to give him the best wakeup call that I possibly could, I twisted my body to where I was facing him, and began to quietly shimmy down under the covers.
Trying not to wake him yet, I managed to get slip his erection out of his boxers. My heart was pounding out of my chest; I had fantasized what it would be like to be with Ash every night I had slept in his bed from the day I met him. I didn’t allow myself a chance to second guess I was about to do, I just went with what I was feeling. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and he jumped slightly and the unexpected touch. I waited a moment as he relaxed his body, and then began to slide my hand up and down his bare shaft. After wetting my lips with my tongue, I ever-so-lightly touched it to his head and began swirling it around the tip, increasing the pressure slowly. Continuing the stroking with my hand, I parted my lips and wrapped them snugly around his rock hard cock.
I wasn’t really sure at what point he was fully awake and aware of what was going on, but as I slid my mouth down his length, he moved his hands, threading his fingers in my hair. Any fear or hesitation I had that he would tell me what I was doing wasn’t a good idea was erased. Matching the same rhythm as my hand, I began moving my lips over his dick while running my tongue along the underneath.
“Scarlett,” he moaned as he tightened his hold on my hair.
Hearing him say my name and knowing what I was doing to him, drove me crazy. I could feel the butterflies come alive not only in my stomach but deep in my core as well. Fueled by a yearning over a year old, I devoured his cock, sliding it in and out of my mouth, sucking hard on the tip, and then burying it deep into my throat.
“Scarlett, oh my God, that’s incredible,” he said in between breaths. “Come here.”
He tugged my hair in an upwards motion and I pulled my mouth off his shaft, making a popping noise as the suction released him. I moved back up his body until we were face to face. We both just lay there for a moment lost in each other’s eyes, looking deep into each other’s soul, knowing that once the line was crossed, our destiny would be fulfilled. Fate had determined this inevitable long before I knew who Ash Walker was.
No words were necessary and none were said. I knew exactly what he was thinking, just as he did me. Our mouths collided feverously, craving one another’s taste, and our hands began a frenzied exploration of each other’s bodies as we ripped away the clothes separating us. Within minutes, we were both stripped free of the barriers, both physically and mentally, that kept us apart.
He pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. His eyes roamed over my body, and instead of feeling any apprehension, I was completely comfortable as he took me in.
“Butterfly, you are most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on,” he said as he reached out with one hand and stroked my cheek.
I leaned forward and brushed my lips across his as I ran my hands over his chest. As I sat back up, he grabbed both of my wrists and swung my arms around to my back, and held them there with one hand. He used his free hand to rub over my breasts and to pull on each nipple. I arched my back into his touch and felt his cock twitch under me, and reactively I wiggled my throbbing pussy to where he was positioned directly against my clit.
“Ash, oh please…” I moaned.
“Ah, fuck Scarlett, you are drenched. I want to feel you so bad,” he admitted.
“I want you inside of me love,” I replied, drunk with desire and passion.
His fingers slid between my slick folds and he began massaging my sex, building the needy ache deep inside of me. My body was starving for his, my soul desperate to make that connection to him.
“Please…” I begged. “I need you.”
Hearing the intensity of my plea, he lifted his body and lined it up with mine. His eyes fixed on mine, there was nothing else in the world that mattered in that moment than him and me and our need for each other. He plunged deep inside of me with the first stroke, and I screamed out. He pulled back until he was almost completely out of me, but right before that, he slammed inside of me again. And again. And again. It didn’t take either of long to reach our breaking point; we had both thought about this moment for way too fucking long.
“Ash, I’m gonna cum,” I somehow managed to say, at least I think I did.
Close to his own orgasm, he did not let up, pumping in and out of me, until we were both ready to jump together. As I felt the explosion begin to erupt deep inside me, I held onto him tightly, clenching my pussy around his cock until I felt him join me in the free fall and collapse around me.
I don’t know how long we stayed just like that. Our exhausted, sweaty bodies, pressed against each other and our breaths in sync with one another I would love to say that our first time together was tender and gentle and caring and sensitive, but it was a far, far cry from any of those. The only thing that mattered was that it was perfect. Earth-shattering, life-altering, soul-fusing perfect.
ASH
Waking up to Scarlett’s mouth on my cock was the best surprise… ever. I had wanted so badly the night before to further that kiss, but I was afraid that it wasn’t the right time, it was too soon. Despite our history together and the connection we had always shared, truth was she had only been broken up with Rat for a week or so, and the argument they had left her emotionally vulnerable. I wanted her as mine more than anything in the world, but I had faith it would happen in due time. She would always be my Psyche. However, I also knew it was important for her to find her own strength, to learn that she could fly with her own wings. She didn’t need to be my butterfly or his angel or anyone’s anything to love herself and find true happiness.
All that being said, there was no way in hell I was going to stop her once I woke up and realized what she was doing. I had fantasized about being with her so many times, it was truly a dream come true. When I pulled her up to my face and looked into her eyes, it was in that moment I knew she had realized that us being together was inescapable… unavoidable… predetermined. She owned me ~ body, mind, and soul.
I had wanted so badly to make sweet love to her the first time we were together, but once I touched her, I couldn’t control myself. She was so fucking beautiful and I had waited so long to have her. I almost came immediately when I first thrusted inside her sweet, tight pussy. Calling it heavenly wasn’t even doing it justice. It was completely indescribable and more powerful than anything I had ever experienced.
She giggled and shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Laughing at her stubbornness, “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. You called me a nickname… ‘love’ of all things too.”
“You’re delusional. I think the hormones racing through your body must’ve affected your hearing,” she attempted to say with a straight face.
I started tickling her and she began squirming around underneath me, trying to control her laughter. “Really? Because I’m pretty sure your exact words were “’I want you…’” She clamped her hand over my mouth so that I couldn’t say anything else, so naturally I licked her hand to get her to move it.
“Ewww… that’s gross,” she squealed as she pulled her hand back.
“I want you inside me love,” I managed to say in my version of a female voice before dying in laughter. She slapped my arm and I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of me. “Say it again.”
“Say what again? That I want you inside of me?”
“Well, that’s not what I was talking about, but if you want to say that again, I can accommodate your wishes,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes and tried to act mad, but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips. “Come on love, let’s get out of bed. I need to shower and I’m hungry.”
As she climbed off of me, I swatted her ass and she squealed. “I need a shower and food too, ya know. God, what kind of hostess are you?”
“Well come on then, love.”
I sat up and watched her walk across the room naked. What a sight she was.
She needn’t ask twice; fuck yeah I wanted to take a shower with her. I wanted to do everything with her. I was up and out of the bed in seconds, following her to the bathroom. “Are you gonna cook me breakfast after we are all clean?”
“This isn’t a bed and breakfast,” she said laughing. “We can go get some food… and you some clothes.” She looked me up and down as I stood there just as naked as her. Our eyes met and I wanted to say it so bad, and I knew it wasn’t the time, but damn if I didn’t love her so much.
“I know… me too,” she said and then turned and walked into the adjoining bathroom.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
MOVING IN DIFFERNENT DIRECTIONS
Butterfly (She Flies Alone) ~ Journey
Lego House ~ Ed Sheeran
When the Drugs Don’t Work ~ Ben Harper
SCARLETT
Over the next couple of weeks, Max and I worked our way into a comfortable routine. Classes were out for winter break, so we had quite a bit of free time around our part time work schedules. After that first incredible morning together, Ash expressed his concern that I needed space to heal from the breakup and that he wanted me to be sure that a relationship with him was what I wanted. I knew without a doubt what I wanted, but I agreed to take things slowly.
Max and I worked perfectly as roommates. Thankfully, there was never any awkwardness about what had happened between us because I wouldn’t have known what to do without him in my life. He made me talk about my feelings quite a bit, claiming that I needed to get it all out or I would allow it to get in the way of my happiness. We talked about Mason and how I felt about the breakup. Even though I did love Mase very much, our relationship wasn’t strong enough, or we just weren’t mature enough, for it to withstand the distance between us. Sure, there had been some miscommunication issues, but the fact was he was moving forward with his music and Jobu’s Rum and I was a twenty year old college student with a lot of growing up to do. Being my first love… my first relationship… my first everything really made him very special to me and I would always hold a special place in my heart for him. I didn’t begrudge him the decisions he made, and I truly wished him all of the happiness and success in the world. Maybe one day when he was rich and famous, I could say I knew him when.