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Ash held his breath as he waited for Ginny to soothe the ache in his balls. His cock bucked hard each time her lips met with his shaft. He didn’t know what the hell all that nonsense in the bedroom had been about, or why she thought it was so urgent to send a text message to someone this late at night while he was horny, but nor did it matter now. The text was sent and the only thing of importance was that he was about to get the release he’d been craving for weeks, from the woman who’d supported him through some pitifully dark nights.
If he’d ever doubted her commitment, her loyalty, her love, then he was a fool. She’d proven herself a zillion times over.
Ginny Walters loved him.
There was no other explanation for why she’d put up with his crap. If she’d only been around for the thrills, she’d have bailed on him back in Karlstad. He forced his eyes open to look down on her and reassure himself this was in fact real and not some figment of his imagination. It wasn’t some random girl whose name he wouldn’t remember on her knees before him. Not so long ago, blowjobs had been synonymous with groupies. What’s more, it used to be that he’d hardly ever come when someone sucked him. With Ginny he always had to fight not to give into the roaring in his veins too soon.
Ginny understood how to tease, and cared enough to do it. What you did with the body was secondary to how you engaged the mind. His toes curled as he anticipated the moment when her delicate, butterfly kisses would cease and she’d surround him again with wet heat.
“Gin…nee!”
He wasn’t sure if she was the angel of mercy or a demoness.
“You like that, hotshot?”
“Chief,” he insisted. Hotshot implied abilities he couldn’t live up to right now.
“I reckon my skills might have got a little rusty. I’m not sure if I remember how to do this right.”
That was such a heap of bullcrap. She knew exactly what she was doing, and how fine a thread she had him dangling by.
“You’ll have to remind me, was it a lot of attention around the crown you liked, or the ripple around you when you go in deep?”
Her tongue kept lashing him, stealing away the pearls leaking from his tip. It made it hard to concentrate on the question. Truthfully, he liked everything she did to him. All of it. Even this purposeful torment.
“You need to instruct me, Ash.”
“Deep,” he sang, because now she had his balls in her mouth and that was like maybe more than he could handle.
“Deep you say. You mean right down into the back of my throat?” She made a little noise to signify the depth.
Ash responded in the affirmative, leastways he made a noise that might be construed as one. Speech was beyond him while her tongue was working him like that. Just…couldn’t…function…Shit! There were actual tears leaking from his eyes, he was so on edge. No way did he want it to stop though. He’d die if it did. Literally, he’d probably croak on the spot.
“All the way down,” she whispered, licking him like he was a lollipop, down to the base and up the other side.
If she did suck him that deep, he’d go off in a blink. His balls pulled up tight getting ready to do their bit, and his eyes kept closing even though he wanted nothing more than to gaze at her scrumptiousness forever.
“Or maybe you’d prefer it if I kept concentrating on this bit here.”
He watched enraptured as her tongued painted swirls that made him bite his lips. Then her nails dug deep into the cheeks of his arse and she tugged him forward so that his whole shaft bottomed out and he felt the tightness of her throat. Only for a moment though, then her tongue was swirling around his tip again and making him tingle all over.
Aw, fuck! That was mind blowing.
Another intense moment of constriction quickly followed. This time he felt her swallow, and the ripple of her throat nearly sent him over the edge. Abstinence apparently gave you a hair trigger.
“Ginny, I can’t hold on.” He didn’t want to come and take her by surprise, and end up choking her.
She dug her nails deeper into his flesh, and refused to let up. Come daylight, there’d no doubt be half-moon indents in his flesh to remind him off this moment—the one where she pushed him out of a plane without a parachute.
He was falling… Fuck he was falling. The wind around him, the ground hurtling towards him too fast. He didn’t want it to end, the impact would hurt.
Ash buckled at the waist and knees. The only reason he maintained any sort of balance was down to her hold upon him. For fifteen seconds, she was the streamer of light at the centre of his universe, while his cock jerked, and ripped groan after desperate groan from his throat. When Ash crashed back into his body, his limbs were jelly and he was astonished to find he was still standing upright, and not pancaked flat upon the gravel.
Ginny swallowed everything he’d given her.
The noise of it going down lit up arousal centres in his brain, but his cock was so wrung out from his climax that he couldn’t even manage a teeny jerk of appreciation in response. My God, he was cabbaged. He shook his head, trying to force out the fog. He would love this woman for eternity. She’d enraptured him. No one else would ever do.
