Low Sided A.J. Downey (ebook reader macos TXT) 📖

most romantic place, but when Aspen had her kilns fired up, it wasn’t cold. Add the lack of light, the moon shining in the window over my bed, it was romantic, not just fucking dark. I put my arms around her and kissed her. “I’ll give you a cock ride, woman, but I’m not just gonna jump on you and ride you down to the strip and back. I want to ride you all,” I kissed her, “night,” I pushed my hips into hers, “long.”

Raven groaned and pushed back against me. Something certainly had her in the mood, and I really wanted to be in the mood, but it was going to take a bit for me to get over what I had just done. Killing a man didn’t have my dick hard and ready to tear her up. Just thinking about what I had done actually seemed to take me out of the mood.

That was okay, there was totally an answer for this, and it was going to put a fuckton of gold stars next to my name. Motherfucking foreplay.

I kissed her, where could I go? Earlobes, she liked that. Neck? There wasn’t a woman alive who didn’t like her neck being kissed.

Then I thought of Bianchi, how easily the flesh and blood of his throat had parted under Fen’s blade, and for a second, I pressed my lips against her skin and breathed out.

I was not going to fucking puke again.

Fuck that.

When everything seemed to settle down, I looped back, lips to lips, my hands in her hair, her real hair.

The wig still bothered me, but it wasn’t here.

I pulled her shirt down low so that I could put my lips against her collarbone. There was something about that I liked. There was nothing sexual about her collarbone, or that little gap between them at the base of her neck. I kissed it, and let my hands wander a bit, grabbing her ass, and grinding against her. She seemed to be a little surprised that I hadn’t just gone right for the treat in the middle, but she didn’t know what I had done.

I was getting warmer, closer to being in that mood.

I started pulling her shirt up, and she was more than willing to pull it off more expertly than I was able to. Her tits were fantastic, and I took them in my hands and then buried my face in them.

I found something there that I didn’t expect, relief.

It was absolutely dumb, but with my face buried in her chest, her scent filling my nose, I forgot all the horror and the blood, and I learned the meaning of one of the words from English class that I never really got. Sublime. This was sublime.

Maybe subtle? I fucking sucked at English.

Didn’t matter.

Her nipple in my mouth was exquisite. Her hands were in my hair, and the more she raked her nails across my scalp, the less I cared about anything. It was beautiful and if I were a softer person, I might have shed a tear, maybe a few.

She let out a breathy “oh fuck yes” when I let myself ease down to my knees, dragging my lips down her stomach to the elastic band of her black panties.

Did she own any other color?

Didn’t matter, either. It was the wrapping paper on the gift. And like the wrapping on a gift, it didn’t stay on long. Panties were easier to pull down than getting a shirt off.

It wasn’t the first time I had seen the reveal, and not even the first time I had seen Raven’s reveal. The dark strip of hair seemed like an arrow pointing down to where I should pay attention. There was a hint of pink, the shape of her lips, and the hint of what was concealed between those.

I kissed her hips and eased the panties all the way off her. She kicked her pants and the rest away and backed to the mattress, dropping back onto it.

“I never thought anything like this would ever happen to me.” She sighed.

“What, go down on you?” I asked.

“No, I mean make me feel things, in my heart, not just down there,” she said, running her fingers through my hair.

“I want to make you feel things all over,” I said, grinning at her.

I felt my cock twitch. Finally.

She leaned back on the mattress and slowly parted her legs for me. It was glory, nothing but glory. There was that perfect moment where her lips clung together and then parted, showing me her world. I sighed out and kissed the top of her pussy, letting my tongue search for her clit. She groaned. I went down on her like I was drowning, and her thighs were my life preserver.

God help me. I could have died right there.

There was a moment when I tasted her, the scent of her filling my head, and her flavor on my tongue, I felt contentment, as sharp as her taste, fill me.

“Raven.” I whispered her name and buried my face in her. I felt her moan, and her hands were rough against my head. She groaned and rolled her hips so that what she wanted me to lick was pressed against my face. I was never one to deny a beautiful woman’s pleasure.

I undid my belt and dropped my pants. It was more awkward than I wanted, but I was determined to not part myself from her sweet pussy until my cock was hard and free. I couldn’t go down on her and fuck her at the same time, I was nowhere near that flexible.

“Oh God, Mace,” she said huskily as I pulled away from her. I knew my face was wet with her juices, and my cock was throbbing. I moved to enter her but didn’t immediately penetrate her. I wanted to savor the feeling, how wet she was, and how I could feel how hot she was. There was also an almost religious reverence, making a moment of