My body jerked involuntarily as he dipped his head and his tongue traced my wet folds. Gasping from both shock and pleasure, my fingers fisted into the sheets as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. This was pleasure like I had never experienced, it was concentrated and strong; waves of it were rolling over and over me in time with the movement of his tongue.
I whimpered and tried to squirm away from him because it was too much, too good, and I couldn’t cope with it. But before I could get away, his arms wrapped around my thighs, clamping me in place as he carried on with his beautiful, yet torturous assault. My moans bordered on obscene as I raised my hips, trying to get closer to his mouth, yet at the same time I wanted to be further away from it. At this point I didn’t know which I wanted more. As his fingers pushed into me at the same time, he made a deep moaning sound in the back of his throat.
I gasped his name as the pleasure suddenly took me to new heights. My body felt like it was on fire as he pumped his fingers at the same rhythm as he was working his tongue. I could feel my climax building; my whole body trembling and shaking. When his teeth nipped me, it felt like I shattered inside and everything came to a glorious and beautiful head. My body jerked as I cried out his name breathlessly.
He chuckled, easing his fingers out of me as I lay there panting for breath. I blinked a couple of times, trying to come back to reality as I looked up in time to see him sucking on his fingers. “Was that the thing that you liked that I did with my hand?” he teased, smirking at me confidently.
I giggled and nodded, chewing on my bottom lip. His eyes flashed with excitement as he hovered over me, just looking at me with that soft and tender look that he always had for me.
I smiled happily. “My turn now,” I announced, pushing on his body and guiding him onto his back. My eyes flitted down his body, taking in every glorious inch of it before I bent and trailed my tongue across his abs, following the lines of his muscles. His skin tasted delicious and made my scalp prickle. As he put both hands behind his head and smiled down at me in obvious enjoyment, my tongue and lips worshipped every line of muscle on his sculpted chest, every bump, every groove. He was perfection, and I had never seen anything more beautiful. His jeans were already loose around his hips so I tugged them off easily, along with his boxer shorts. The sight of him naked made my ache inside me come back with a vengeance. I sat up, just looking him over unashamedly, taking in every beautiful inch of him and memorising it so I could see it when I closed my eyes at night.
When I couldn’t stand not touching him any longer, I reached out and closed my hand around his erection. My breathing sped at the feel of it and memories of how good it felt inside me surfaced and made my stomach quiver with anticipation. But first I owed him something. I bent my head and licked the drop of wetness from the tip, before tracing my tongue down the underside and back up again. Taking the tip of it into my mouth, I sucked gently before pushing down further, sucking harder as my hand started to move too. I wasn’t even there a minute though before he groaned and gripped the tops of my arms, pulling me up his body as he shook his head.
My face filled with embarrassed heat. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked, horrified because he hadn’t liked what I was doing.
“No, of course not. The opposite, in fact.” His hand tangled into the back of my hair. “I don’t want this over too quickly and your hot, little mouth sucking on me like that is gonna make me finish way too soon,” he answered, grinning wickedly.
I giggled, wriggling on top of him as a sense of pride swept over me because I’d clearly pleased him. He guided my mouth back to his again and as my tongue touched his, I could taste myself on his tongue. Strangely, it made the kiss even better, even more erotic and sexy. His hand trailed down my back, cupping my ass and shifting me so that we rubbed together. A breathless moan erupted from within me as I bit on his bottom lip roughly.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked breathlessly, genuinely not caring if he didn’t.
He nodded in answer, reaching over towards his bedside drawer and pulling it open. As he fumbled in there and pulled out a strip of condoms, I moved off him, watching as he ripped off a packet and tore it open with his teeth. He got to his knees, carefully rolling it on before looking back to me with a stunning smile that I couldn’t help but return. When he grabbed my thighs and jerked me forwards, I fell back into the pillows and giggled. He laughed too, manoeuvring himself on top of me as he kissed me again.
The air in the room seemed to be getting thicker as I wrapped my arms around his body, digging my fingers into his back. His hand gripped the back of my knee, guiding my leg up around his waist as he pressed forward gently, easing himself into me so slowly that it made every nerve ending in my body scream. I was so on edge that I accidentally bit down onto his shoulder and dug my fingers into his ass as I raised my hips to meet his.
He groaned as he buried himself into me entirely. “Shit. So good. I forgot,” he moaned, kissing me deeply as he moved slowly, starting up a rhythm that made my heart hammer in my chest.
It was strange when I was like this with Ashton; it was like it was meant to be. He fitted me so perfectly, and everything in my world seemed good, healed, and incredible. He was the only one in the world I could be this close to, and let have this power over me. I trusted him and only him.
I couldn’t keep still under him as he controlled my body perfectly, strumming it, playing it like we had done this hundreds of times before. It seemed like he knew exactly how and where to touch me. My mind was slowly melting at his touch. Sweat covered my skin in a thin sheen as I raised my hips to meet his and clawed at his back in ecstasy. My body was racing towards its climax; with every thrust he was pushing me towards my end. His mouth lavished attention on my body, driving me into a state of wild abandon.