His fingers dug into my hair and I could tell he resisted the urge to push deeper into my mouth, so I did it for him, taking him as far as I could without gagging. He was too big, too thick and long to deep throat, but I used my hand, sucking, licking, grazing my teeth very gently over his head then pulled back, trailing kisses and licks down his shaft and over his balls.
"I want you," he said, lifting me to the bed, laying me over the rose petals as he spread my legs and dipped his head between them. His lips and teeth teased my thighs as he fondled my breasts with his hands. When he licked my clit my hips bucked up, my pussy so sensitive and ready for him I could tell I would come fast and hard. But he wouldn't let me—instead he teased and pulled away, licking and sucking, then paid attention to my thighs, massaging my body, rising to suck on a nipple or kiss me deeply, always bringing me to the edge and then retreating, leaving me desperate and begging for more.
He played this game for what felt like hours, but likely was only a few minutes. When he finally slid two fingers inside me and used his tongue on my clit without pulling away, I came harder than I could have imagined, harder than I'd ever come before in my life, and while I rode that orgasm, he pushed himself into me, stroking my clit as he fucked me, making me come again and again, soaking his cock in my essence as he slammed into me harder and faster.
I couldn't think of anything, couldn't worry about anything. All I could feel was him, his body, his hands, him inside of me. He was everything. We were everything. Nothing else existed.
When he pulled out I whimpered, and he laughed and guided me to my knees, spreading my legs as he took me from behind.
We hadn't done this position before and everything felt new and different. He felt deeper and the spot he hit inside me, oh my God. We found our rhythm and I thrust my hips into him as hard as he thrust into me, our bodies crashing together over and over in a primal beat of surrender and pleasure and crescendo.
His hands gripped my hips as he pulled me and pushed himself. My tender nipples brushed against the bed and the soft silkiness of the rose petals, adding to the pleasure as yet another orgasm built in me. His hand moved to my pussy, spreading me and rubbing against me as he fucked me, and I came again. God did I come. With him. Together. Over the edge and beyond.
The fire crackled, warming the cool night as I lay with my head on his chest, listening as his heartbeat slowed to its normal patter. I dozed for a time, and maybe he did too, but nature called and I reluctantly left his bed to use the bathroom. When I returned, he was propped up in bed, his eyes following me as I crawled back in with him, letting him wrap his arm around me.
"You're amazing," he said.
"So are you. I feel so… happy, so safe here."
His arm tightened around me. "I'm glad. I want to keep you safe, Catelyn. More than anything."
I twisted to face him, my mind returning to harder topics. "Ash, I need to ask you something, and I need you to promise to tell me the truth."
I could feel his heart beat a fraction faster under my hand. "Okay," he said.
"Professor Cavin, my advisor, he gave me some of my mom's old stuff. Pictures, notes, that kind of thing. And in it, there was something about you. He said she sent you to juvie when you were a kid." I let the sentence hang there, not sure what I wanted to ask him. Why didn't you tell me you knew my mother? Did you kill her? Do you know who did?
He took a deep breath and straightened his back, but didn't let go of me, which I counted as a good sign. "Catelyn. Cat, I did know your mom. Alice, she always had me call her Alice, she sent me to juvie. It's true. Detective Gray arrested me and she convicted me, and it was the best thing that could have happened to me."
That surprised me. "What did you do?"
"Grand theft auto," he said. "I went joyriding with some friends, took a car that didn't belong to us. We were drunk, high on something, and stupid as fuck. Your mom, she was more than just the DA on my case. She saw better things for me, and she wanted to scare me onto the straight and narrow. She also wanted me to get help, to get off drugs and find my way. If she hadn't done what she did and made sure I got into a program that actually focused on rehabilitation versus punishment, my life would be very different right now. I owe a lot to your mom. When I found out what happened to her, it crushed me."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He frowned. "It's not a time in my life I like to think about or talk about, Catelyn. But I should have told you. I'm sorry."
"So, you're not mad at her?" This wasn't the story I was expecting from him, but I could tell he meant every word. He missed her. He cared about her.
Ash kissed my head. "No, I'm mad at the person who killed her. And now I'm in love with her daughter and there isn't anything I won't do to protect you, Cat."
Fears set aside for the time being, I settled back into his arms, but then noticed the time. "Oh, crap. I have to go, I'm sorry. This has been amazing."
He frowned. "Stay the night. I'll take you home tomorrow."
"I can't. I have to work tonight."
"You're working. Tonight? The phone sex?"
I didn't want to have this fight. "Ash, I still need a job. I still need to make money. I'm sorry."
"Fine. Get dressed, I'll take you home."