Chapter 357: Ashanti’s First Experience ( R18 )

The air in the room was warm, scented with faint spices from the candles flickering in ornate sconces on the walls. It was a room designed for pleasure and power, but for Ashanti, it was a world of overwhelming, unseen sensations.

He guided her to stand beside the bed, the soft velvet of the bedspread brushing against the back of her legs.

He could feel the fine tremor running through her hand, a silent testament to the storm of emotions waging within her. Fear, hope, anticipation, and a deep-seated shyness all warred for dominance.

"Easy, Ashanti," Jax murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He gently released her hand and moved to stand in front of her, his presence a warm, solid weight in the room, "Just breathe. I told you, I will handle everything. Your only job is to trust me and feel. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded, her raven hair shimmering as she tilted her head towards his voice. "I... I can try, Jax," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Good," he said softly. He raised a hand, not touching her yet, just letting her feel the warmth of his palm near her cheek. "I’m going to touch you now. I’m going to kiss you. Just relax into it. Let me lead."

With that, he closed the remaining distance.

His lips met hers, and it was not the aggressive, demanding kiss he might have given Serika or another of his experienced lovers.

This was different. It was gentle, questioning, a soft press of his lips against hers. It was a kiss designed to soothe, to build trust, to ask for permission without words.

Ashanti froze for a second, her entire body tensing at the unfamiliar contact. Her world, for so long, had been one of carefully mapped spaces and anticipated sounds.

This was an intrusion, but it was a gentle one. She could feel the softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, and slowly, tentatively, she began to respond.

Her lips parted slightly, a soft sigh escaping her as some of the tension drained from her shoulders.

Encouraged, Jax deepened the kiss slightly, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, seeking entry. She hesitated for a moment before allowing him in.

His tongue met hers, and it was a slow, exploratory dance. He was mapping her, teaching her, and she was a willing, if nervous, student.

Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, slowly rose to rest hesitantly on his chest. She could feel the hard muscle beneath his tunic, the steady, strong beat of his heart.

As they kissed, Jax’s hands began to move, roaming her body with a worshipper’s reverence. He started with her shoulders, his thumbs stroking the soft skin there before sliding down her arms.

His touch was light, a ghost of a sensation that made her shiver. He was acquainting himself with her form, letting her get used to his hands on her body.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, "You’re doing so well," he praised, his voice thick with an emotion that surprised even himself. He felt a fierce, protective surge towards this vulnerable woman who was placing so much trust in him.

"Jax..." she breathed, her voice dazed. "I... I feel... strange."

"Good strange or bad strange?" he asked, his hands tracing the elegant curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her robe.

"Good," she admitted, a blush staining her cheeks,"Very... good."

He smiled against her skin, "Good. Because it’s about to get better."

Jax’s hands moved to the sash of her robe. It was a simple knot, and he untied it with practiced ease. The white fabric fell open, but he didn’t push it from her shoulders immediately.

Instead, he kissed her again, his hands sliding inside the robe to rest on the bare skin of her waist. Her skin was soft, warm, and silky under his touch.

She gasped into his mouth at the direct contact, her body arching slightly.

He took his time, his hands mapping the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist. He could feel her trembling, not with fear now, but with a burgeoning, unfamiliar pleasure.

This was a territory entirely new to her. Every touch was a discovery, every sensation a revelation.

Slowly, he pushed the robe from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet in a whisper of white silk, leaving her standing before him in only a simple, thin chemise.

The candlelight caressed her dusky skin, making it glow. She was slim and graceful, her form elegant and unadorned.

He could see the gentle swell of her small, perky breasts, the dark peaks of her nipples pressing against the sheer fabric of her chemise.

"Gods, you’re beautiful," Jax breathed, the words escaping him unbidden. It wasn’t flattery; it was a simple statement of fact.

Ashanti ducked her head, a deep blush spreading across her chest and neck. Her shyness was endearing, a stark contrast to the confident women he was used to. "I... I can’t see myself," she whispered, a hint of the old sadness in her voice.

"Then I’ll be your eyes," Jax said, his voice firm and full of conviction, "And I’m telling you, you are exquisite."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone, then another to the hollow of her throat. His hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. She whimpered, a soft, helpless sound that went straight to his cock.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensations.

His fingers found the hem of her chemise and slowly, torturously, began to lift it. He bared her stomach first, the flat, smooth plane of her abdomen.

He knelt as he lifted the fabric, pressing a kiss to her navel. Her legs trembled, and he steadied her with a hand on her hip.

He continued his ascent, revealing the gentle curve of her ribs, the swell of her breasts. Finally, he lifted the chemise over her head and tossed it aside.

She stood before him now, completely bare. Her body was a masterpiece of elegant lines and soft curves.

Her breasts were small and perfectly shaped, the dark nipples tight with arousal. Her stomach was flat, leading down to the neat, dark triangle of hair between her legs. Her legs were long and slender.

Jax stood, his gaze sweeping over her. He could feel her self-consciousness, her vulnerability. He knew this was the moment of truth.

"Lie down on the bed, Ashanti," he commanded softly.

She obeyed, her movements slightly clumsy as she felt for the edge of the bed and sat down before swinging her legs onto the mattress.

She lay on her back, her hands clasped together over her stomach, her blindfolded face turned towards him. The position was one of nervous submission, and it was incredibly arousing.

Jax quickly stripped off his own tunic and trousers, his movements efficient. His cock, already hard and aching, sprang free. He saw her flinch slightly at the rustle of clothing, at the sound of his bare feet on the floor.

He joined her on the bed, not covering her with his body yet, but lying on his side beside her. He propped his head up on one hand, his other hand resting on her stomach.

"I’m right here," he murmured, his hand stroking her skin in soothing circles. "I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll forget everything else."

He leaned down and captured her lips again, this kiss deeper, more confident. As he kissed her, his hand began to roam again, exploring the newly bared territory of her body.

He cupped one of her breasts, testing its weight in his palm. It fit perfectly, a soft, warm handful. He brushed his thumb over her tight nipple, and she cried out into his mouth, her back arching off the bed.

He did it again, and again, teasing the sensitive peak until she was writhing beside him, soft whimpers escaping her lips.

He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her other breast, his tongue tracing the areola before taking the nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, then a little harder, his hand still toying with her other breast.

"Jax... oh, gods... Jax..." she moaned, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair. Her world had narrowed to the wet heat of his mouth on her breast, the delicious torment of his fingers on her other nipple.

It was a pleasure so intense it was almost painful, a fire building in her blood that she had never imagined could exist.

He lavished attention on her breasts, his tongue and teeth and hands working in concert to drive her wild.

He could feel her getting wet, the sweet scent of her arousal filling the air. He was being patient, holding himself back, focusing entirely on her pleasure, on building the energy needed for the Pure Cleansing Art that he had begun circulating.

His hand began to drift lower, sliding down the flat plane of her stomach. Her muscles tensed in anticipation. He could feel her breath catch, her whole body waiting, wondering.

His fingers brushed through the soft curls at the juncture of her thighs. She gasped in anticipation, knowing what was coming next.