Page 82 of Wolf of Ashes
His tongue darts out, running the length of my clit before he eases my legs off his shoulders. The force that was keeping me against the wall lessens and I’m suddenly being lowered back to the floor.
My hand slips from his. My feet have barely touched ground, but he’s already stepping away from me.
Wait… what?
He backs up while carefully navigating the edge of the shower, all without taking his eyes off me.
I remain where I am, my hair floating across one side of my body, aware of the blush across my breasts and the wetness between my legs. Fighting the ache he’s leaving me with.
My gaze follows his features from his face to his chest and farther downward, lingering on the hard mound at the front of his pants.
My body isn’t alone in its aching.
But, as surprised as I am, I understand why he’s backing away from me. He asked me if we were going to fall.We. Together. I made it clear that if he falls, he’ll do it on his own. Falling is not an option for me. My boundaries are built from bricks.
He takes another two steps away from me, and it seems he really is determined to walk away.
Well, fuck it.There’s no way I can come down from this ache unless I do something about it myself.
If he wants to go, he can.
If he wants to stay, he can.
Either way, I’m in control of my pleasure now.
I give a soft sigh as my fingers slip between my legs, easing my need. My eyes flutter closed, my head tips back, and I don’t hold back my moan.
His footfalls pause.
I listen to his silence, the hitch in his breathing, and then the footfalls that return to me.
Opening my eyes, I watch him return. All the hunkering darkness of him.
He plants his hands on either side of my head, his focus on my lips as I gasp and moan, holding nothing back.
“You need to be in control,” he says without touching me.
I rock forward and brush my nipples across his chest. The contact nearly tips me over the edge, but even now, I control the release, willing my body to wait.
Just a little longer.
“Yes,” I say.
His jaw clenches and I read the war in his eyes. He might know my feelings, but right now,hisfeelings are bared for me to see.
It’s like looking into a mirror.
We are both dominant creatures and neither of us wants to bend.
I’m certain he’s going to walk away and take care of the problem between his legs the same way I will. Alone and without giving any ground.
Or so I think.
Until the last second when he withdraws his hands from the wall, steps back, and slides his underpants to the floor.
“Then be in control,” he says, standing in front of me like a dark god.
I take in the sight of him, the full length of his cock and all the hard planes around it from his hips up to his stomach and his chest.
