Page 36 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
Finally, I expose her chest and push myself up to hover over her, taking a look.
Lily doesn’t open her eyes. She keeps them shut while she bites her lower lip, obviously knowing that I’m getting my fill of her rack.
Reaching down, I run my finger over where her nipple pebbles under the satin fabric of her bra.
“Ash,” she breathes, and fuck, my gaze darts up to find her blue stare hooded, yet locked on me.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” I admit, and she whimpers, grinding against me again.
Oh yeah. Lily Bennett is down with that idea.
Tugging down the cups of her bra, I expose her tits, and fuuuck… they are… better than I ever dreamed.
Her skin is like porcelain cream, her nipples a light pink colour, exactly like I discovered might be the case in my research about redheads when I was a nosey teen. It’s a common trait with redheads, apparently.
And fuck, some of the skin around her nipple has faint silver lines.
Stretch marks.
Fuck, if that doesn’t make me harder, imagining Lily pregnant, and then a mother, breastfeeding her kids.
Not able to hold back any longer, I lean down and flick my tongue over her ripe nipple.
“Yes,” she cries, arching her back off the bed, pushing her nipple deeper into the heat of my mouth.
I latch onto it, sucking as my tongue flicks, and her fingers grip my head, holding me in place.
My heart is racing with excitement and disbelief.
How long have I dreamed of doing this?
Of kissing her.
Of having her in my arms.
Of claiming her nipples with my mouth.
So fucking long.
The thoughts I used to get before I even understood what sex was had me craving to touch her like this. At first, I thought there was something wrong with me. But then I learned about sex, and I knew what I’d been feeling was normal.
As Lily writhes underneath me, each press of her heat against my cock nearly sends me over the edge, and I swap to her other nipple, giving it just as much attention as I slowly work my hands down to her black pants.
The moment I get the button free and the zipper down, I release her nipple, ready to take this further. Ready to lose myself completely in her.
But she stops, gripping my shoulders and pushing me back from her.
“No,” she whispers.
“What?” My brows shoot up in confusion.
“Oh my God.” She shakes her head frantically. “No. We can’t do this.”
“Yes, we fucking can,” I hiss as she scrambles under me, trying to wriggle away, but I grab her wrists and force them back to the mattress, pinning them in place.
Her breathing is heavy as she stills, her chest heaving as she fights her emotions.
“Ash.”
