Rosemary squirmed on the bed, desperate for him to finish her with his mouth. “Ash, please.”
But he didn’t listen. He got up and pulled a small box out of his pocket inside his suit coat. When he returned to the bed, she was up on her elbows, her sweet breasts heaving up and down with her ragged breath. She saw the box with the velvet bow and smiled. His baby girl could not resist a present, even if she was on the edge of going wild with lust for more of his face in her lady bits.
He snuggled in next to her on the bed. “Open it.” He grinned mischievously as she took the box, her eyes dancing like a little kid on Christmas morning. She untied the bow and tossed the lid on the floor, lifted the tissue paper, and pulled out the silk designer scarf that had set him back in the range of $6,000.
“Oh my God, Ash. Thank you!” She went to tie it around her neck, but he abruptly took it away.
“This scarf is a present for me, not you,” he said.
“What do you mean?” She tried to look hurt, but she knew. He could smell the fresh need building inside her.
Ash watched her face as he proceeded to skim over her breasts, teasing out her nipples with the luxurious silk. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she moaned.
“Arms above your head.”
She obeyed.
“Good girl.” He tied her wrists together with the scarf.
“What a life we live, using something that expensive as a sex toy,” she said with a husky little laugh.
He gazed down on her as he knotted the scarf around her wrists. “Damn right, and it was bought and paid for with my own hard-earned cash, and not with one of those platinum cards funded by the father of the bride.”
“Baby, come on already,” she whined.
“And you know what I’m really going to enjoy?” he growled. “Watching you cut up those cards to smithereens later. No man except me is ever going to pay for so much as another pack of gum for my Rosemary Boudreaux.” And with that, he buried his face in her once more.
She caught her breath and said dreamily, “Say my new name again.”
“Rosemary Michelle Boudreaux.”
Even as he said it, he felt her squirt for him.
“Thank you for taking care of everything today,” she breathed. “Everything was perfect.”
“You’re welcome,” he growled between kisses against her sensitive flesh, “and I told everyone who would listen that I’m also gonna get you good and pregnant tonight. And then again and again and again for the rest of your child-bearing life. There are gonna be so many Boudreaux running around New Orleans with so much money that nobody will ever drag my daddy’s name through the mud again.”
Ash left no spot unloved between her thighs, bringing her to an epic crescendo of full-body spasms. He slowed his strokes, anticipating the orgasm to subside. But somehow it kept going.
Holy shit. He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew it was time to strike if he was going to get his kitty cat pregnant tonight.
Quickly, Ash joined his body to hers, guiding the tip of his cock into her heat. His woman’s sex gripped his length hard and fast as her body continued to jerk, bringing him to the brink of exploding without even having taken her completely. “How are you still…are you okay, baby?”
Chapter Seventeen
Rosemary
She could barely form words, only cries of pleasure.
Her Ash guided himself in deeper until they both felt the point of resistance. She encouraged him with the grip of her thighs. So he went for it. She felt the bit of flesh give way easily, and he was all the way in, her sex still pulsating around him.
She cried out again, her walls gripping him tighter. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he pushed into her, over and over, her cries taking on an inhuman, unearthly growl. He rode her faster and deeper until he joined her in her extended climax. His eyes locked onto hers and hers to his, committing to memory every pore of his skin, every ripple of muscle as he strained against coming too early. His face was sublime as he came inside her with a massive otherworldly howl that shook her and thrilled her to her core.
She’d barely caught her breath when Ash said, “The wolf needs you to flip over, baby. You ready?” She nodded, her stomach flipping in excitement that he wasn’t finished with her. He untied the scarf long enough for Rosemary to turn over on her stomach, and he slipped the knot firmly around her wrists again. When she heard the silk tighten and felt the slight bite of it against her flesh, she mewled. And felt herself grow impossibly wetter.
“Do what you need to do,” she said. “You earned it.”
Ash gently helped her rise to her knees and entered her once again. Reaching up underneath her, he gripped one of her breasts, caressing and pinching her nipples into hard peaks while she moaned and pushed back against his body.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet, you’re dripping. It’s everywhere. My cum and yours. All over my thighs. Did you know you could do that?”
She nodded and weakly replied, “Uh-huh,” in the affirmative.
Ash chided her, his voice on the flesh of her back sending tingles down her spine. “What other secrets are you hiding from me, princess?”
“None, I swear,” she teased, shooting a grin back at him over her shoulder.
Ash kissed his way down her back, gently dragging his teeth along her skin.
