Sparrow's Flight (Savage World 1)

She searched his face, and although he was pretty good at reading people, she was also very good at keeping her emotions in check. He had been trying to “read” her since she joined them on their journey, but more times than not, she was closed off and watching them as if she was trying to figure them out. In a move he certainly hadn’t expected, she was the one to press her mouth to his and to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

“I’m tired of being alone,” Sparrow murmured against his mouth and kissed him harder, with more desperation than anything else. “I just want to feel alive, and you and Mason are the only ones who have made me feel that way in the last five months.”

He knew exactly what she was talking about, because he felt the same and knew without a doubt Mace did too. But Asher didn’t want desperation. He wanted slow and easy, soft and gentle, and so he cupped her chin in his hand and took over the kiss. Their tongues slid along each other, not frantically, but seductively. He liked that she squirmed in his lap, loved how he was getting under her skin as much as she had already burrowed under his.

He felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel himself buried balls-deep inside her, but one that wanted to get to know who this woman was and what she had been like before the fall.

Asher broke the kiss and trailed his lips along her jaw. “Besides your family, what do you miss most, Sparrow?” He kept his voice soft and low and slowly moved his hand between them until he could feel the very edge of her breasts. Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t pull away.

“What?” That word stuttered slightly, and he didn’t hold back his smile. Did she realize her hands were on his shoulders and that she dug her nails into his flesh? If she didn’t, he wasn’t about to stop her, because the sting of those nails had a bit of pleasure coursing through him. “You want to talk at a time like this?”

“Mmm.” Asher couldn’t think of a better time to ask her. She was pliant in his hands, and she’d be willing to tell him just about anything. “I want to know that 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.