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CHAPTER SIX
Rusty—
Ashlynn points to a door through the next room, and I carry her there, taking her to her back on the mattress of the wrought iron bed.
She lets out a needy mewl and pulls my head to hers. I cover her mouth with mine, pushing inside with my tongue. Her lips are soft, and I feel the moan vibrate up from her throat.
She cups my face, and her touch drives me wild. Her gentle fingers stroke my beard and my neck. I groan and pull back to stare into her eyes. Her chocolate brown pupils dilate, heavy with desire, her lids half shuttered. I kiss the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her chin, brushing softly over the skin of her cheekbones and jaw. I make my way to her ear and bite the lobe.
She arches, her head going back, offering her throat to me. I drop kisses along the soft underside of her jaw and wet open-mouthed kisses to the dip between her collarbones where I suck and lave my tongue.
I slip my arms under her ribcage, lifting her chest, arching her farther and bringing that fabulous cleavage thrusting up for me. My mouth travels to the valley between those lush globes, then climbs along the edge of her neckline.
I want her naked, want every barrier between us removed. I want to see her body, want it laid out bare for me.
My hand moves to the buttons along the front of her thin sleeveless blouse and work them with practiced ease that comes from years of expertise in undressing women. I silently count them in my head as I make my way patiently to the hem. As I do, I keep pressing open-mouthed kisses to her skin.
Her scent is light and floral, and I can’t get enough of it. I breathe it in deeply and pull her shirt open to take in the pretty lace bra. It’s see-through, and her dusky rose nipples press eagerly against the sheer fabric. They’re erect little bumps so close to the low-cut edge, they tease. I skate my big palm over one breast, tuck my thumb inside, and pull the fabric down until that glorious nipple pops free. I run the fabric under her breast, and it pushes the plump globe toward my eager lips.
I close them over that sweet nub, sucking hard and grazing my teeth along it.
Ashlynn’s fingers thread through my hair, holding me to her breast. Every breath she takes lifts her chest to me. I lave the nipple in a long stroke then continue sucking. I want her nipples sore tomorrow. I want her to think of me every time these beauties brush against fabric.
She moans deeply, and I yank down the other side and give that nipple the same treatment until she’s thrashing and needy.
My palm strokes over her ribcage to the dip in her waist until my fingers find the button to her shorts. I pop it free and work the zipper.
Finally I release her nipple and rise above her to jerk her shorts down her hips and off her body.
She lifts and tosses off the blouse and her bra.
I move off the bed to stand at the foot. I pull off my cut and lay it on a chair, then tug my t-shirt over my head.
Ashlynn reclines on the bed, nude except for the matching lace panties. She takes in my chest, and her eyes drop to my hands as I unbuckle my belt. She licks her lips, and my dick throbs. I strip off everything until I’m standing there, letting her look her fill. I take my dick in my hand and stroke from root to tip, twisting the end. She lifts a leg, bending at the knee and rubbing the sole of her foot along the coverlet, enticing me.
I take a step toward her and grab her ankles, dragging her to the end of the bed, and she gasps. I lock eyes with her as I pull her panties down her legs, then drop to my knees and press her knees wide, my palms gliding up her inner thighs, my eyes on that beautiful pussy.
I dip my head and inhale her addicting scent, that arousing musk that’s designed to drive the male species heady with erotic hunger. My dick jerks in response, eager to be inside her.
The need to taste her is overpowering. I reach the apex of her thighs and brush my thumbs over those pouty lips. She jerks in reaction at