Not the Marrying Kind

by Jae

  Ashley buried her fingers in Sasha’s hair. The sleep shirt dropped to the floor.

  Sasha groaned into her mouth when Ashley’s bare breasts pressed against her.

  Drunk with need, they tumbled against the sink.

  Ashley flinched when the cold porcelain met her skin, but she didn’t break the kiss.

  Sasha slid her hands between the sink and Ashley to protect her from the hard edge. She pressed their hips together, wanting to feel more of her. God, this was so hot…and maybe something Ashley would regret in the morning. It took all of her willpower to offer her an out. “Ash,” she whispered against her mouth in between little nips. “If we don’t stop now, I’m not sure we’ll be able to.”

  “Then let’s not.” Ashley tugged her back into another kiss.

  Jesus. Sasha gave up her attempts to rein herself in and kissed her back, hard and demanding. If Ashley wanted her, at least for this one night, she would take whatever she could get. “Bed,” she breathed against Ashley’s lips, “now.”

  Somehow, they made it to the bedroom, still kissing. Next to the bed, they paused, and Sasha broke the kiss.

  Ash shivered without Sasha’s heat against her. The inch of space between them allowed doubts to intrude. Oh God, what are we doing?

  But then Sasha lifted her T-shirt up over her head, revealing strong shoulders, smooth skin, and firm breasts. She stood in front of Ash in just her boxer shorts and looked her in the eyes, not shy of her nakedness at all.

  Not that she had reason to be. She was striking. Ash wanted to cup those beautiful breasts, caress her entire body, crawl inside of her until the world receded.

  Holding her gaze, Sasha stripped off her boxer shorts.

  Ash’s mouth went dry as she took her in. With trembling fingers, she followed her example and pushed her panties down her legs. She resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands.

  Sasha reached out and trailed a single finger down the curve of Ash’s hip. “God,” she whispered, sounding almost as if she were saying a prayer. “You’re sexy as hell.”

  It was a word Ash had never associated with herself before, but the heat flaring in Sasha’s eyes left no doubt that she meant it.

  Sasha stepped closer. A field of energy seemed to surround her, making Ash’s body buzz. One hand in the small of her back and the other on her hip, Sasha guided her down onto the bed. She followed her down but braced herself on her hands and knees, not yet allowing their bodies to come into contact.

  The sheets were cool against Ash’s back, and the ocean breeze brushed along her overheated body because neither of them had taken the time to close the French doors. She shivered.

  “Are you okay on your back?” Sasha asked.

  Ash stared up at her without comprehension.

  “Because of your sunburn,” Sasha added.

  Sunburn? Ash almost laughed. Her entire body was on fire, and it had nothing to do with being sunburned and everything to do with the woman hovering over her. She wanted so many things—wanted to touch Sasha everywhere, from the bold angles of her face to the shapely curve of her calves, until Sasha came undone beneath her hands. Most of all, she wanted to feel Sasha against her, so she reached up, gripped her hips, and softly tugged her down.

  When their bare bodies came into contact, Ash gasped. Sasha’s weight on her, the solid firmness of her body, and her soft skin against her own felt better than she could have dreamed up even in her most daring fantasies. Her entire body shook with nerves and desire.

  “God, Ash, you feel so good. Incredible.”

  Ash couldn’t answer; she could barely even think—and maybe that was a good thing. If she had stopped to think about it, she probably would have tried to run.

  Sasha lowered her head and kissed her, and Ash stopped caring that this was probably a bad idea.

  For an unknown amount of time, she lost herself in the warmth of Sasha’s mouth.

  Sasha kissed her with intensity, as if she were trying to make her come with just a kiss—and Ash wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t succeed eventually.

  As their bodies started to move against each other, she groaned into Sasha’s mouth, their moans mingling.

  Finally, Sasha broke the kiss and stared down at her with a hungry gaze. “God, I want you.”

  Need surged through Ash so fiercely it almost scared her. No one had ever said those words to her. I love you, yes, but not I want you. Even now, a tiny part of her couldn’t quite trust them. “You really do…don’t you?”

  “Oh yeah. Why’s that so hard to believe?”

  Cheeks heating, Ash shrugged.

  “If you can’t trust my words, maybe you can trust this.” Sasha took Ash’s hand and drew it down, between them, to the wetness between her legs. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?” Her voice was raspy.

  “Oh my God.” Ash’s head started to spin as she moved her fingers experimentally.

  Sasha sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck! Not yet.” She pulled Ash’s hand away, guided it to the side, and pressed it onto the mattress. “I want to touch you first. Every single inch of you.”

  A shiver went through Ash, and she left her hands where they were, as if shackled to the bed. Her body felt too heavy for her to move anyway, as Sasha brushed her hair to the side and kissed a trail down the side of her sensitive neck.

  Sasha playfully nipped her shoulder, then nibbled her collarbone.

  Goose bumps rippled across Ash’s chest. She helplessly gripped the sheet with both hands, completely unprepared for her body’s intense response to Sasha.

  When Sasha reached the hollow of her throat, she dipped her tongue into it and tasted her skin. Her hand followed the path of her mouth. She caressed, teased, and explored as if she needed to know every inch of her, as she had promised. Each touch ignited fires across Ash’s skin.

  She quivered beneath Sasha’s hands.

  “Hey,” Sasha whispered against her skin. “Breathe.”

  Ash exhaled and then gulped in a lungful of air, only now realizing that she’d held her breath.

  Sasha stroked her cheek, her belly, the curve of her hip, taking her time, until Ash relaxed into the experience.

  Then new tension shot through her as Sasha filled her hands with Ash’s breasts and lightly rasped her thumbs over her already-erect nipples.

  Ash’s mind went blank. She cried out and covered Sasha’s hands with her own, holding them tightly against her breasts.

  “Ssh.” Sasha covered her mouth with her own. “You have to be quiet, or the others will hear us.”

  Oh Jesus. Ash tensed. How could she have forgotten the others even for a second?

  “Oh damn. Now you’re thinking about them. Let’s see if I can…” Sasha slid down the bed and ran the tip of her tongue along the curve of her breast, making each circle smaller and smaller. Then her warm breath fluttered across one aching nipple.

  Ash’s body ached with need. “Sasha,” she whispered.

  Sasha answered the unspoken plea by lowering her head and taking one hard nipple into her mouth.

  “Oh that…yes!” She gripped the back of Sasha’s head, tightening her fingers in her hair to hold her there, afraid that this incredible sensation would stop as soon as she let go.

  “Don’t worry,” Sasha murmured, her breath bathing Ash’s wet nipple with every word. “I won’t stop. Not until you’ve had enough.”

  Ash didn’t think that would ever happen. She shoved away the thought and focused on the feeling of Sasha’s hot mouth on her.

  Sasha switched to the other breast and flicked her tongue over the neglected nipple, then gently sucked on it.

  Ash gasped out her name. God, this was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It wasn’t only what Sasha was doing with her mouth and her hands, although that was incredible, but mainly the intense need behind each to
uch.

  Sasha caught her other nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently.

  The double sensation slammed into Ash, making her bite down on her bottom lip, and yet it wasn’t enough. Her hips rocked against Sasha’s strong thigh in search of some friction.

  “Slow down.” Sasha lifted her mouth away from her breast and trailed her hand up and down her side. “I want to savor this. Savor you.” But the hungry fierceness in her gaze only sharpened the edge of Ash’s desire.

  “I can’t.” Ash crushed her body to Sasha’s. “Please.”

  “It’s okay.” Sasha kissed her again while she slid her hand down Ash’s body, leaving a trail of fire.

  Ash’s stomach muscles tightened in anticipation. A needy sound escaped her. She no longer recognized her own voice.

  Above her, Sasha’s eyes blazed with passion as she dipped one finger into her wetness.

  The first touch was like a bolt of heat, making Ash’s nerve endings sizzle.

  Sasha echoed her moan. “God, this is hot. You are hot.”

  Ash was beyond words. She clutched at Sasha with both hands. Her hips surged up to meet Sasha’s finger.

  Sasha stroked her gently, keeping her caresses light and slow.

  But Ash didn’t want her to hold back. She finally wanted to experience it all. “More.” She panted through a dry mouth, almost panicked with want now.

  Keeping her gaze locked on to Ash’s, Sasha slid into her with two fingers.

  The sensation made Ash gasp. She arched up, needing to feel her even deeper.

  Sasha stilled for a moment, then started to move. The heel of her palm pressed against Ash’s clit with every thrust.

  Ash met her stroke for stroke. A roaring sound started in her ears, and pressure coiled deep in her belly. She raked the nails of one hand across the tight muscles of Sasha’s back, while she brought her other hand to her mouth and bit her knuckles to stifle her cries.

  Sasha buried her face against Ash’s neck and rasped her teeth over her skin.

  She did something with her fingers that made pleasure rip through Ash. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and lights burst behind her tightly closed lids. She bit down on her knuckles again and arched up against Sasha one last time before collapsing back onto the bed.

  Her body pulsed for what seemed like a long time. As much as she wanted to put her hand on Sasha’s shoulder and stroke her in silent gratitude, she couldn’t move. Her limbs were heavy with languid pleasure.

  Sasha stilled her hand and placed gentle kisses all over Ash’s neck and face as she carefully withdrew her fingers.

  Another shudder went through Ash. She wanted to grip Sasha’s wrist and hold her hand against her for a little longer, but she didn’t.

  Then the soft kisses stopped. Sasha froze above her. An expression of panic replaced the passion on her face. “Ash,” she whispered. “Oh my God, what’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “H-hurt me?” Ash gasped out, still breathless.

  Sasha touched her cheek. “You’re crying.”

  “Crying?” Ash lifted her hand to her face and felt the wetness against her fingertips. How could she be crying at a moment like this—one of the most perfect in her life? But maybe that was it: It had been almost too perfect, making her feel too much.

  While the aftershocks slowly stopped quivering through her body, the onslaught of her emotions didn’t. It was as if her release had broken a dam that had held back her feelings for too long. Once she had started, she couldn’t stop crying, although she couldn’t pinpoint why exactly. A torrent of emotions—joy, gratefulness, fear, regret, and loneliness—roared through her, the flood too forceful to linger on any of them.

  Finally, she gave up on trying to control herself. She buried her face against Sasha’s shoulder and let her tears wet her skin.

  “Ash,” Sasha said urgently. She cupped her face with one hand and tipped it up so Ash would look at her. “What is it?” She leaned down and kissed a teardrop from the corner of Ash’s eye.

  The gesture was so tender that Ash almost burst into renewed tears. She tried to control her breathing.

  Slowly, the stream of emotions trickled off. Ash heaved a shuddering sigh. God, what was that? She forced a reassuring smile to her lips, knowing she was probably scaring Sasha. “It was just a little intense and overwhelming—in a good way. A very good way.”

  “Are you sure that’s all it is?” Sasha gently brushed the last of the tears away with her thumb.

  Ash nodded. She didn’t want to spoil this incredible experience by overanalyzing it. There’d be time for that tomorrow. Tonight, she just wanted to feel, not think. She reached for Sasha, pulled her down more tightly, and kissed her.

  Sasha’s lips tasted salty—or maybe it was her own. It no longer mattered as she poured everything she was feeling into the kiss.

  Sasha moaned into her mouth. Her hips restlessly shifted against Ash’s.

  Ash pushed against her shoulder, urging her to roll over, and Sasha did without hesitation. She looked up at Ash with a completely open expression.

  Wow. Ash reveled in that kind of trust and in the power she held over Sasha, but at the same time, it was also a little scary. She swallowed heavily. “I’m probably not very good at this. I hope I’ll be able to…you know?”

  “Trust me.” Sasha chuckled roughly. “That won’t be a problem at all. Just watching you come nearly got me there a few moments ago.”

  Ash’s breath caught. Heat shot into her cheeks, but it wasn’t all embarrassment. Knowing that she turned Sasha on gave her the courage to ignore her fears and to follow her instincts.

  As she gazed down at Sasha, her breath caught. God, she was beautiful. Or maybe that was too weak a word to describe her. Sasha’s skin glowed with a light sheen of perspiration. Without even thinking about it, Ash slid her hand down the valley between Sasha’s breasts to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.

  It was. She stroked down Sasha’s belly, fascinated by the ripple of muscles beneath her touch. Without pausing her caresses, she ducked her head to taste her skin. She nibbled on her neck, inspired by what Sasha had done to her earlier.

  Sasha instantly tilted her head back to give her room to work. Her pulse pounded wildly against Ash’s lips, again confirming her ability to excite her.

  Ash mapped out the long planes of Sasha’s body with her hands and her mouth. Every now and then, she glanced up at Sasha’s face, seeking confirmation that what she was doing was okay.

  Each time, Sasha looked back at her with a heated gaze. “Anything,” Sasha rasped as if sensing Ash’s lingering insecurity. “You can do anything you want.”

  Ash wanted so much that she doubted she could do it all, even if they locked themselves in this room for an entire week. She didn’t dare to try the one thing she wanted more than anything else—to taste Sasha—but with Sasha stretched out beneath her, open to her touch, there were plenty of other things she could do.

  She pressed her lips to her strong shoulder and kissed a path down her chest, pausing every now and then to taste her salty-sweet skin.

  The encouraging little noises that escaped Sasha made her grow bolder by the second. When she reached her breast, she cradled it in one hand. It fit perfectly into her palm, as if it had been made just for her touch.

  She massaged it carefully, her gaze on Sasha’s face.

  Sasha’s eyelids fluttered as if she was struggling not to close her eyes. “Mm, that feels so good.”

  “You feel so good.” Ash rubbed her fingertip across the nipple, which hardened at her touch. She couldn’t resist any longer. Bracing herself on her forearms, she slid down in bed and closed her lips around the tempting nipple.

  Sasha groaned deep in her throat. Her hips bucked, and her damp heat slid against Ash’s belly.

  They both m
oaned.

  Ash pressed down to feel it again, dizzy with the desire to bring Sasha pleasure, but the angle wasn’t ideal.

  Sasha’s nipple popped out of her mouth as Ash rolled to the side so she was half next to Sasha instead of fully on top. That gave her the chance to explore even more of her, and she immediately took advantage. She slid her hand down Sasha’s belly and traced the muscles in her thigh with her fingertips.

  Sasha spread her legs in silent invitation. Her cheeks were flushed, and the need gleaming in her eyes went straight to Ash’s head like strong wine.

  Emboldened by the very clear signals Sasha’s body was sending, she trailed her fingers up one silky-smooth inner thigh and into her wetness.

  “Jesus,” Sasha hissed out at the very first touch.

  Ash’s gaze flickered up to her face. “Still okay?”

  “Okay?” A strangled laugh tore from Sasha’s chest. Her voice was rough with desire. “It’s perfect.”

  “It is?” Ash moved her finger a little. “Or would you rather I do this?” She slid lower, circled her entrance, and dipped just the tip of her finger inside. There she paused and gave her a questioning look.

  A string of curses fell from Sasha’s lips. “God, yes.” As if she couldn’t wait for Ash to initiate her next move, she reached down and pressed Ash’s hand against her entrance, guiding her inside.

  Oh my God! The sensation of Sasha enveloping her finger was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt. She clenched her own thighs together against the rush of arousal hitting her. For now, she wanted to focus just on Sasha. Slowly, she started to move her finger.

  “Two,” Sasha groaned out after a moment. “Use two.”

  Ash’s head spun. She pulled out and pushed back in with two fingers, hoping she wasn’t too clumsy because of her limited experience or because of the unbridled desire making her hands shake.

  Sasha wasn’t complaining at all. Her strong body arched up against Ash, and they started to move together.

  Amazingly fast, Ash found a rhythm that made Sasha gasp and moan with every thrust. When Sasha started to move faster, Ash followed suit and tried to keep up.