Page 10 of The Trade Up

She leans back with one hand behind her on the counter, wraps her other hand around the back of my neck, and says, “be gentle.”

I slide into her slowly, carefully watching her face for any signs of discomfort. But she just grips my dick from inside her and growls, “not that gentle.” And as I slide fully into her, she closes her eyes and lets out a contented sigh followed by “so good.”

“Hey,” I say, reaching out and cupping her jaw. “Eyes on me while I’m inside you.”

Her eyes fly open in response and a feline-like smile spreads her lips. “Yes, sir.” Her tone is light and she’s joking, but damn if it doesn’t do something to me to hear those words fall from her lips.

I grip her hips, spreading my fingers across the smooth skin of her ass, and pull her forward so I’m as deep inside her as possible. And as I pull back, thrusting into her over and over, all I can think about is how I want to own her pussy—I never want anyone else to feel her from the inside, because she already feels like mine.

“Holy shit,” she whispers a few minutes later, and the way her eyes roll toward the ceiling, I know how close she is to coming again. I stop moving and her eyes fly back to mine. “Don’t stop now,” she insists.

I hold her hips still even as she tries to move, seeking the friction of my dick on her inner walls. “I’m not ready for this to be over,” I tell her.

Her fingers tighten around the back of my neck. “I thought the whole multiple orgasms thing was a myth, and now I’m pretty sure it’s not only possible, but about to happen for me. So don’t you dare…fucking…stop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, and her laugh makes her entire body shake, the movement reverberating down my dick so that I couldn’t stop myself from fucking her if I tried. “Multiple orgasms, coming right up.”

And then my hips are meeting the back of her thighs as she pulls her knees up to my rib cage and leans back on her elbows. “Fuck, yes,” she whispers. “Oh my god.”

The sight of her like that, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her heels on the edge of the counter, her full pink lips saying my name as her eyes widen in surprise, and then her muscles spasming around me as her orgasm hits and she screams out—this is the girl of my dreams.

I don’t stop until her orgasm ends and her body practically goes limp. And then I pull out of her, lifting her off the counter and turning her back to me as I place her feet on the ground, her long legs spread and her ass tilted up as I bend her over the counter. Goosebumps erupt across her back as her chest hits the cool stone, but then I push into her, loving the way the moonlight streaming through the second story windows allows me to watch our bodies meeting.

But I’m too far from her, so I lean down, resting an elbow next to her so my chest presses against her back. “Tell me how you want me to finish you off.”

“I’m half dead,” she says. “I don’t think I have another orgasm in me.”

“The fuck you don’t,” I growl into her ear, as I take my free hand and bring two fingers to her mouth. She pulls them in greedily. “That’s right,” I say, “suck those fingers like you’re sucking my cock.” The way I have her pressed between me and the counter while I’m inside her ensures I feel her resulting moan with my entire body. She circles my fingers with her tongue and sucks them into her mouth until they hit the back of her throat, her tongue runs along the length of them as she sucks on them again and again. “Good fucking girl,” I say in her ear, and her muscles clamp around my dick with those words of praise.

I pull my fingers from her mouth and slide my hand along her hip and across her lower abdomen until my fingertips meet her clit, and then I’m rolling it back and forth, circling it with gentle pressure. She lifts her head, turning to find my lips with hers. The kiss is rough and desperate, and her hips start to move rhythmically against mine as our tongues tangle and my fingers glide over her clit. Her apartment is filled with the sound of our bodies meeting, her soft moans of pleasure, and the growl I let out when she pulls her lips from mine to whisper, “Yes, Zach, like that.”

And then I’m sinking my teeth into her shoulder, nipping gently as I trail my lips along her trapezius on my way to her neck where I run my tongue along the cords of muscles there. “Oh fuck,” she whispers, her back going rigid as her next orgasm comes on suddenly.

I grip her hip as I increase my pace, determined that we finish at the same time. The sensation at the base of my spine spreads like lightning up my back, down my legs, and into my balls. I pour myself into her as she screams, “Yes, oh my God, yes!”

And as I watch her writhing beneath me, her body overcome by pleasure, I can’t help but growl out “Mine.” Because no one has ever seemed more perfect to me than she does at this moment.

* * *

Light is already streaming through the windows when I wake up and panic, thinking I must have overslept. I grab my phone off the nightstand, and thankfully, my alarm isn’t set to go off for five more minutes, so I slip out of bed, grabbing my boxer briefs as I go. When I return from the bathroom a minute later, Ashleigh’s sitting up in bed with the sheet wrapped around her chest and anchored under her arms. Her eyes are wide as she stares at her phone screen.

“What’s going on?” My voice is scratchy from lack of sleep.

She looks up at me and her eyes are full of tears.

“Oh no,” I say, crossing the room quickly and kneeling on the bed next to her. I cup her face in my hands, wanting to fix whatever’s wrong. “What happened?”

“My funding came through. I’m officially going to get my PhD.”

“That’s amazing.” I use my thumbs to wipe the tears that stream from the corners of her eyes.Why is she crying?“You never told me where you’re going.”

“MIT.”

I sit back on my heels, my hands dropping to my thighs, and stare at her. “Are you for real?”

She tilts her head slightly to the side as her eyes slide up the length of my body and land on my face. “Yeah, why?”

I pray that when I break this news, she’ll feel the same thing I’m feeling—hope.

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