The Good Sister: Part One (40 page)

“Then do you grant me my wish, my dove?”

His other hand outlined my bare midriff, skimming just beneath the line of the material of my tank top. I closed my eyes, feeling his touch, feeling how he made my want …
him.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Then we shall begin,” he said in a low hungry voice. The sound sent a quiver through my sex.

Ashton walked over to a side table, where he picked up a piece of white silk, perhaps a tie. He twined it over his hands, and focused his intense gaze upon me as he came back. He brushed the silk against my cheek, allowing me to feel the smooth softness sweep across my skin. I shivered with the feeling of the smooth, cool, material mixed in with the warmth of his hand.

“Ashton…”

Ashton circled me in lithe movements. “Shh…” he soothed as he ran his finger through one of my curls. “I wish you to experience your body without sight,” he said. He placed the silk around my eyes, tying it gently.

I was blindfolded, being lead forward into the unknown in more ways than one. My body trembled with anticipatory shivers. I entered where Lord Archer took me. There was something soft beneath my feet,
a rug
. The sound of music was still playing, and the light that I was able to discern changed.
It was a little dimmer
.

Something moved across my shoulder blades.
Ashton’s hand.
W
armth crossed over the side of my neck.
H
is breath.
There was tugging at my tank top from the bottom. The sound of something moving against the material.
S
cissors,
I concluded. He cut the cotton tank top from my body, making the slash up the back. I experienced the coolness of the steel intermittently tap my skin. The sound of the scissors being placed upon the glass table. The freeing of my shirt as Ashton’s hand ran up the length of my spine, sliding the material off my body. It fell down the front of my body and arms, and hit my feet in a wisp of air as it settled.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes, Ashton.”

He kissed the crook of my shoulder then lifted my hair up, exposing the back of my neck. His mouth slid to the nape of my neck where he kissed.

“You have an exquisite neck, Trinity,” he said. He placed something into my hair, keeping most of my curls off my neck, and exposing my shoulders. I shivered as his breath hit the side of my cheek. “Allow your body to feel each sensation,” he murmured. The vibration of his voice echoed off my skin in an indescribable feeling. Ashton took the tip of his tongue and flicked my right earlobe. I twitched. “Stand still, my dove.” Ashton tongued my earlobe.

In a move of pure need, I tilted my neck, giving Ashton full access. Ashton kissed my neck. I shivered.

Ashton’s kiss slid to my shoulder blade. His hand swiped down my arms, then nothing more. I turned my head. Listening. From nowhere, I exploded with sensation. His tongue flicked my nipple. My body bucked forward in shock. My nipple surged.

“I will taste every precious part of you,” Ashton said.

I released a breathy gasp, “God…”

Ashton took the tip of my nipple between his teeth, before releasing it. He drew erotic circles over the pert bud, outlining it with something wet. Something trickled down my breast, and along my stomach. His warm mouth sucked the tip of my right breast before licking the line of wetness that wound down my body. It tickled. He skimmed his nose up my ribcage. My skin chilled. He sucked my left nipple, pulling it a bit harder between his teeth, extending the flesh. I moaned, and arched forward. He stopped.

“Do you like that, my dove?”

My voice quivered. “Yes.”

“Your breasts are perfection,” he said. He kissed my lips then outlined my lips with his fingertips. “Taste,” he said. I did. I licked my lips, tasting…

“The wine,” I mumbled.

“Yes,” he said. He placed more wine upon my lips then licked the taste away with his tongue. It had to be the wine he was placing onto my nipples.

He painted my neck with his fingertip. The liquid flowed, marking my skin before his lips removed it from my flesh.

I felt his warm mouth at the base of my throat, moving to the line of my collarbone, skimming up, around my shoulder, and finally resting at the back of my neck again. My body quaked from the inside out. Ashton’s large hands held my shoulders, shimmied down both of my arms. He intertwined his fingers through my fingers then picked up my right hand. Being blindfolded heightened each touch, each movement, each sound. I heard Ashton move before I felt it.

“You have such beautiful delicate wrists,” he said. He kissed the inside of my wrist and traced up the line of my arm until reaching the bend of my arm.

The feeling changed. It wasn’t his mouth or his nose. This was something else, but I was unsure. It was smooth, but not material. It rolled over my skin like it was round. The cool smooth rolling sensation of something unfamiliar meandered up my arm, over my shoulder blade, and down my spine before coming to a stop. I heard Ashton making noise.
Eating,
he was eating something. Again, I felt a cool smooth rounded sensation roll around my navel. My stomach muscles jerked in response. A strange sensation filled my navel.

Ashton murmured his seduction against my belly. I felt his tongue circle my navel. “Each curve of your body calls to me,” he explained. Ashton’s lips sucked out the object from my bellybutton. Whatever it was, he ate it. Next it rolled upon my lips. “Open,” he said, so I parted my lips, allowing him to place it upon my tongue.

“It’s a grape,” I said.

“Yes.”

Ashton picked me up. I let out a small gasp at the feeling. He cradled me against him. I felt him bend, and place me on something soft. Not a bed.
P
ossibly the rug at the foot of the bed?
The sensation felt like sheep skin or wool, and tickled my exposed back. A movement at my boy shorts. Ripping. Ashton tore my underwear from my body. My heart stutter-stepped. My breath caught. I was completely naked, lying on what I thought was the white shag rug at the foot of Ashton’s bed. Ashton surrounded my ankle, shackled it within his hand.

I let out a squeak at the next sensation. He sucked my pinky toe. He worked his tongue around it slowly before he moved my toe into his mouth, sucking like I imagined he would suck on my clit. My body jerked, my pussy flared and creamed at this sensation.

I might love this man
.

“You are perfection, my dove,” he said, kissing the top of my foot, the inner arch of my foot then moving back to another toe with his mouth.

Ashton worked each toe with his mouth, driving lightning bolts through me. He was more than a devil. He was a warlock. I felt him let loose of my foot then pick it back up again, massaging. He added something to his hands. The sensation was slick. I smelt, jasmine.

“Jasmine lotion,” I said.

“Correct.”

Ashton worked the fine smelling lotion into my feet, up my calves, massaging.

A tickle.

“Turn over,” Ashton instructed. I flipped over onto my stomach, feeling the soft rug beneath my body. A tickle began upon the arch of my foot. I giggled and squirmed. “You must allow the experience, Trinity. Allow your body to feel.”

I settled. The tickle maneuvered up the back of my calves, lingering in the soft spot behind my knee. Something brushed, twirled, and swept across my skin. Another brush across my skin, I felt the tickle outline my bum.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. “Simply, beautiful.”

The tickle delighted in the seam of my ass, over the right cheek then the left, and swirled around at the small of my back. I arched up, pressing into the tickle. The tickle danced, twirling up my spine, between my shoulder blades then came to rest at the base of my neck before moving back down, tickling between my legs.

“What is the sensation you are feeling?” Ashton asked.

“Soft whisper-like tickles,” I answered.

“What is touching your flawless skin?”

“I don’t know.” Something brushed over my nose. I giggled. I rubbed at my nose. “A feather,” I said.

“Yes, my dove.”

It was quiet for a minute, except for the sound of the music along with the hum of the fire. A breeze of movement first, followed by Ashton’s lips on the side of my cheek. He took a bite of something then,
swallowing.

“Give me your mouth,” he said in a soft whisper.

I turned my head. His magnificent lips pressed to mine. His tongue probed …
strawberry.
I felt his mouth move, followed by a rough yet soft sensation upon my lips. I could smell the fruit.

“Strawberry,” I said, taking a bite.

“Very good, my dove,” Ashton replied, swiping his hands over my back, down to the small of my back then over my backside. Warm hands massaged my back. “Your skin is like fine silk,” he said. He kissed each dimple at the small of my back before he placed his tongue to me, and licked down the seam of my ass. I squealed. He murmured low sounds of pleasure. Ashton skimmed his mouth across my right globe. “You have a gorgeous bum,” he whispered as his tongue tasted my seam. “Simply, gorgeous.” He plundered my pink pucker. I clenched, he squeezed my cheeks, parted them. “Untouched sweetness.”

“Ashton, I…”

“Shh … turn over,” he instructed. I turned over, once again upon my back.

His mouth moved up my inner thigh. I shook. Ashton’s tongue swirled over my left knee. He placed a soft kiss there before moving up my thighs. Hands moved to my hips. His mouth moved up, up, up…. Almost, but not quite coming to my wanting.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. His breath tickled my navel.

“Yes.” I felt like I would explode into a million glittering pieces, floating, dispersing into the ether.

“Spread your beautiful legs, Trinity. Allow me look at your sweetness.”

I felt him move from my body.

“Is this your wish, Ashton?”

“Yes. It is my wish.” His voice sounded hungry.

I parted my legs, spreading for him. Once spread, I knew he saw every hidden piece of my body. The thought of his beautiful ice white eyes, gazing at me, sent a shiver through me.

“There are no words within existence to tell you how gorgeous you are, Trinity.”

“Are you looking at me?” I asked. I covered my face with my hands.

“I could never look away,” he assured. “And yes, I am looking at you.” Ashton moved my hands above my head, away from my face.

“And you like me? What I look like?”

“Yes,” Ashton answered in a gruff rasp.

Fingers traced my velvet folds. He moved slowly over every inch. I moaned. I felt something else, something smooth, glide over my lower lips, and outline where his fingers left off.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Wait,” Ashton replied. “All good things come to those who wait.”

Something smooth glided around my clit; circling and circling, then dipping into my opening before being removed. I jumped. Ashton groaned. He kissed my mouth, deeply. I tasted chocolate and
something else.

“Do you like how you taste?” he asked. “Your nectar is sweeter than chocolate.”

He’d placed the chocolate to my secret place, and ate the chocolate.

“You tasted me?”

“Yes,” he assured, “and I wish for more.”

Another smooth chocolate candy glided over my pussy. Ashton worked the tempting confection around my clit, down my crease, dipping it carefully into my body’s opening then plucking it free. He slid up my body…

“Open,” he said.

I opened my mouth. He gave me the chocolate. He mouthed my breasts, sucking on each nipple, running his tongue around the curve of my breasts, over the line of my ribs, dipping his tongue into my navel.

“Ashton,” I moaned, “please, will you put your mouth on me?”

“Ah … my dove. I thought you would never ask.”

Ashton placed his mouth to my center, dipping his unbelievable tongue into my opening then flattening his tongue along my slickness. He groaned, tasting my nectar. He licked my entire pussy from opening to clit. I whimpered, and hitched my hips forward. He licked me again.

“Oh God,” I panted.

“Like that, do you?”

With a tremulous breath I said, “Yes.”

Ashton secured my hips into his hands, lifting my body up from the soft rug beneath it. I experienced the softness of the rug press into my shoulders. My breathing was ragged. My sex lifted. My legs hitched over Ashton’s shoulders.

“Trinity,” he moaned as he licked me in long swiping strokes. “This perfect flower is mine.” He licked me again with another long broad stroke of his tantalizing tongue. “This shall never be given to another.” He tapped my clit with his chin as he spoke. “Tell me you shall never give what is mine to another.”

“Ashton, I promise. I will never give myself to any other.” And as I said the words I knew they were true.
I am in love him.

He took my pussy into his mouth, circling my surging clit with his tongue. He sucked and pulled at my clit. I arched into his hold, placing myself into the bliss, riding it like the perfect storm to completion. I felt the spindle of Ashton’s footboard with my hand. I grabbed on with both hands, anchoring my hands above my head as electricity spiraled through my entire body, hitting every nerve ending from the crown of my head to the tip of my toes.