The Good Sister: Part One (41 page)

“Come for me,” he said then moved back to my clit with a suck, swirl, suck. My body came apart.

“Ashton!” I yelled. My fingers had to be white knuckled. I grasped around the wooden spindle of Ashton’s bed. The power of climax ripped through my outstretched body, engorging my need within it.

“You are mine, Trinity,” he said, lashing me with his tongue over and over, making me rise to the surface for a second time.

“Oh my God!” I moaned stretching the sound between a plea, a cry, and a prayer.

The connection I felt to Ashton was earth shattering. I wanted to have this man crawl inside of me. I wanted to crawl inside of him. I wanted him to love me. I wanted him.

“Trinity,” he growled into my wetness then lashed me again, twirling his tongue around my quiver.

“You are making me come again,” I said.

I shook almost without ceasing. Ashton picked me up, ripped the silk blindfold from my face, looked into my eyes, and carried me to his bed. He placed me upon it. He kissed up my body, nuzzled my neck, bit, and kissed the spot before skimming his tongue down my ribs. I mapped the canvas of his back with my hands, losing myself in the moment as he tucked his arms beneath me then rolled me upon him.

Ashton pulled my body onto his chest. “Give me what is mine,” he demanded, pulling me up until I was straddling his chest, my knees at each side of his head. “Yes,” he growled as his hands gripped my ass and hips, securing me to his face. “I want you to come for me again.” He licked me, swaying my hips back and forth upon his mouth.

I found purchase against his strong shoulders. I threw my head back, closing my eyes, rocking as he tugged me forward then back upon his mouth and tongue. I found the rhythm. The pleasure rose higher, and higher. A band of wanting need stretched so thin it had to break. I gave myself over to the pleasure, over to Ashton. I snapped with a bang. My body fell forward. I grabbed on to the headboard as I bore down, coming with the force of a blast.

“Ah … Ashton, please make love to me,” I said. “I ache for you. I can’t live without knowing how you feel inside of me.”

Ashton lifted me up then slid me down his body, allowing his erect cock to hitch into the v of my womanhood.

“Trinity,” he moaned, rolling me gently to my back, slipping between my legs.

I felt the wide head of Ashton’s cock rubbing against my clit. He moved against me, sucking my breasts. He kissed me deep and intertwined his hands into mine, taking my hands with his and tucking them above my head. His tongue tangled with mine. His cock, slick from my moisture, danced against me. I was going to come again.

“Come for me,” he said.

I did, as though he had called my orgasm forth. I shook. Climaxing then climaxing again.

I lost my voice. The pleasure of Ashton rocking himself against my swollen sex was almost mind shattering. He grabbed his cock, and placed it upon my belly. It glistened with my juices. He freed my hands. I reached out to cup my hand over the top of his dick as he rubbed it across my flesh. He groaned. The warmth of him shot up my stomach, spurting across my ribs.

“Trinity,” he said as one last hot spurt of his seed hit me.

Ashton kissed my lips. He took his hand and swiped his warm cum over my skin, over my breasts, upon my lips. I licked my lips. Tasted him. My mind along with my body was spent. I had no air, no voice. I felt as if I had no bones.

Ashton rolled to his back, taking me with him. I rested on top of him like a blanket. I placed my cheek to his chest, listening to the slowing of his heart while I gained my breath, trying to find my thoughts. My curls splayed across his chest, his neck, even his shoulders. Every heartbeat pushed satisfaction through the tired muscles of my body. I looked up into his face. He smiled, brushed his fingers through my hair.

“Trinity, my sweet dove. You are so beautiful.”

I raised my hand to his face, outlining his jaw line. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, Ashton. It was like—”

“Fire,” Ashton said, “consuming us both within the flames, connecting us.”

I took in a deep breath, feeling every part of my body tingle. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you are thinking about, my dove.”

“Ashton, why didn’t you make love to me?”

“We did make love. There are many ways.”

I might cry. Another man who didn’t really want me.

“You know what I mean, Ashton. Why didn’t you take my virginity? Don’t you want me?”

Ashton held my face between his two large hands.

“Look into my eyes,” he said. I did. There was such depth of emotion there. “Never doubt how I want you. I want you more than I have ever wanted. I want all of you, Trinity Lane Winslow. I want every breath from your body. Every word and sound that falls from your sweet lips. I want every beat of your heart to beat in time with mine. I want your soul longing for my soul. I want your body to hunger for my body as I hunger for yours. I want no other but you, I assure you. I want you to have no other but me.”

“What are you saying, Ashton? You want me, but you don’t want to take me?” I asked, still looking into the silver depths of his eyes.

“I want to do this the proper way. I do not wish to soil you in the eyes of God, my dove.”

I frowned. “I don’t understand. You want us to love each other without you entering my body?”

Ashton’s fingers smoothed across my forehead. “I am in love with you, Trinity. I fell the first moment you stepped into the dining hall at the chateau. I was stricken by your beauty and your grace, but it is much more than your beauty that calls to my soul. Oh yes, I want you; however, I am unable to take what you do not wish to give, your heart.”

“I do want to give myself to you, Ashton. And my heart, well—”

“Marry me, Trinity.”

The End

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