Page 11 of All Right No
“No, Chief,” she hushed him. “I’m not going to make you beg. I’m gonna make you come.”
She pushed her hair away from her face, and leaned into him, grazing his lower abs with her lips to begin. Ash’s cock bucked its eager approval.
“Wait your turn,” she said to it. There were a couple of other places she intended to say hello to first. Like this bit here, and the crease at the top of his thigh, and that intriguing groove between his balls. He shivered over each touch, and his hands clasped and unclasped, first upon thin air, and then around the strands of her hair as he held onto her head.
Ginny landed a kiss mid-way down his shaft, followed by another an inch higher, then one an inch higher than that. He was weeping copiously when she finally took him in her mouth. The taste of him hit her tongue, so familiar and damned inflammatory.
Blowing him, hell yeah! She’d give him everything he needed, and more besides.
So, separate beds… That was a stupid idea. She wanted to wrap herself around him so that their limbs were knotted together and it was hard to tell where each of them began and ended.
It turned out that Ash wasn’t the only one in this relationship who needed reassuring that the bond between them was as strong as ever.
