Sparrow’s Flight by Jenika Snow Page 0,40
and a lot more.” He continued to trail his lips down the side of her neck and to the pulse that beat frantically right below her ear.
“Music,” she replied. He didn’t stop kissing her and now fully covered one of her breasts with his palm. The mounds were big and round despite her small frame, and her nipple was hard as a pebble, pressing through the material. “I used to listen to The Beatles and watched the birds that would flock to this little homeless man who would toss seeds on the ground. Strangely, ‘Across the Universe’ seemed to go beautifully with it.” She moved her hands over his shoulders and rested her open palms on his pecs. She was shifting more frequently now, her thoughts clearly only on the two of them and her memories. “I also miss lying on my back on the ground and staring at the sky. I’d watch the clouds roll by, watch as they’d change shape right before my eyes.”
She curled and uncurled her nails in his flesh, and Asher grew bolder, moved his hand lower until he got to the hem of her shirt and slipped his hand beneath it. At the first contact of his bare flesh against hers, she gasped, and he groaned. She was soft everywhere, and even though he wanted her thicker, needed her to put on weight, he couldn’t deny that she was still undeniably gorgeous.
“God, Sparrow, I could devour you right now until there isn’t anything left.” She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his dick punched forward even harder when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh. Over and over, he pulled at her nipple, growing harder by the second when she shifted on his lap so she was now straddling him.
The jeans she wore needed to fucking go, but he didn’t want to rush her into something that she wasn’t ready for. Everything among the three of them was moving fast, but fuck, the world itself was moving fast too.
“Don’t stop.” She slanted her mouth on his and speared her tongue between his parted lips. Back was the desperation, but it was the good kind, the kind he felt down to his bones and wanted more of. He cupped her other breast with his hand right over her shirt. Squeezing the mounds until she was rocking back and forth on his erection, mewling soft noises until he thought he’d come right in his jeans, it took every ounce of strength Asher had not to tear open her pants and push deep inside her. “I need more. I need it all from you, and from Mason.” He was already near his breaking point, but when she mentioned needing Mason, he lost his control. Moving his hands so he could cup her ass, he stood with her in his arms but didn’t break the kiss. For a suspended moment, all he did was hold her while he fucked her mouth.
“Christ, Sparrow, I’m so hard for you.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside you.” She shivered and pulled back to look him in the face.
“I am so wet right now.” She licked her lips, ones that were red and swollen from his kiss. “I want you inside me, Asher.” And then he was done, just fucking done, because he had to have her right now.
Chapter Thirteen
It was like an animal had been unleashed from Asher after she spoke. He pressed her against the wall at the same time he moved his hand between their bodies and started undoing her pants. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong. In fact, it felt pretty damn right. The only thing that didn’t feel right was that Mason was upstairs mending. Of course both of them told her they wanted her, for more than just another body on their journey, and that was what Sparrow wanted too.
He kissed her again and again, harder and faster than before, and she knew there was no stopping this. But Sparrow didn’t want to, and knew that if she didn’t have Asher inside her, and Mason when the time was right, this building pressure inside her would be too much for her to contain. Thank God she had cleaned up and shaved. She had even put on a little bit of the perfume she found back at the supermarket, not expecting this situation to happen—especially so