Page 51 of All Right No
He knelt up again and gave her pussy one sweeping lick, but it seriously wasn’t happening. “Can’t,” he gasped. “Want to, but I’m done in. I can’t actually feel my tongue anymore.” He stuck it out and pinched it between his fingers just to assure himself it was still there. “Just need a minute.” He flopped against the cupboard opposite.
“Actually, I’ve a better idea. What if we say it’s my turn now?” She slipped off the worktop, as Ash managed to prop himself relatively comfortably. “Are you okay, Ash?” She leaned over him to check.
Ash allowed his head to loll as he dragged his gaze up the length of her legs, to her exposed pussy, to the fringe of tassels on her bra.
“Knackered.” Quite unlike her, that much was plain. And didn’t that fact damn near kill him. There were a couple of things Ash prided himself on doing well. One of them was playing guitar. He’d been shit hot at it, and now he could barely strum the most basic of tunes. The second was the other sort of licking, the kind that drove women wild. He’d been shit hot at that too. Ash couldn’t remember a time in his adult life when he’d gone down on a woman and left her wanting. It simply wasn’t in his nature to short change a girl. It sorely rankled knowing he’d failed.
Being able to satisfy his lady was way more important than say, being able to tie his shoelaces. Who gave a toss about them? He could live without shoelaces. He’d buy shoes with alternative fastenings, or no fastenings. What he couldn’t live without was his ability to make her happy, and while he appreciated that orgasms weren’t the only way of doing that, they sure as hell helped.
He was going to do this.
Yeah right, he lifted his head and tension throbbed behind his eyes, followed by an acute case of motion sickness. “Sorry,” he burbled.
“Ash. It’s okay.” She was down on the tiles next to him, stroking his brow, her eyes swimming with concern. “It’ll get easier, and it’s not like you didn’t get me off.”
Yeah, he wished he had her confidence. “Once isn’t enough for you.”
“If you can’t get me off one way. I bet you can another.”
“Babe, I’m seeing stars.” Brilliant sparkles were twinkling all around her head.
“That’s the plan.” She straddled his outstretched legs on her knees. “Do I need to tuck you into bed, or am I okay to take over?”
He hadn’t had a chance to respond before her hands were on his fly drawing down his zip. “I thoughtthiswas only supposed to happen if I earned my stickers.”
“You deserve a reward.”
Ash pushed down on his hands and managed to raise his arms enough for her to drag his jeans down to around his thighs. The floor tiles were cold against his arse, but the rest of him was seriously hot and didn’t give a shit.
“At least this bit isn’t tired.” She wrapped her hand around his shaft, squeezing a squeak from him.
No, that bit wasn’t tired. It was just the rest of him that was fucked. Not that he seemed to be very successfully communicating that fact. And hell, maybe he didn’t want to. It felt good what she was doing. No, it was more than good. It was fucking amazing. Damn yes. Yes, please. It’d been too long, and you know what, maybe there was a little reserve of energy left in him after all.
“I gotcha here, Ash. Don’t sweat it. I’ll always catch you, baby. Always. Now, let’s see what I’ve got here.” She slipped a condom from the cup of her bra, and rolled it over him with her mouth. Ash exhaled slowly. Oh yeah, now that was one terrific combo of visuals and feels. Sadly, Ginny didn’t let him linger in the heat of her mouth for very long. Maybe she figured that’d send him blasting off faster than she’d like. No matter, he was all for what was coming instead.
She straddled him, legs splayed, and spread the lips of her sex open with her fingers as she sunk onto him.
“This is mine. You’re mine. And this is me claiming you, in case you’re in any doubt about what sort of moment we’re having here.”
He wasn’t. He was absolutely clear on that score. “Babe, you can claim me any time you like.” Now and forever, he was hers.
She rolled her hips and stretched her arms up above her head, before steadying herself against the cupboard. Ash held onto her waist. What do you know, all the commotion worked wonders on his vitality. Then again, maybe it was the taste of her lips, or the glow in his chest from knowing he’d found his life mate. He had no doubt that’s who she was. He’d known it almost from the first moment, but acknowledging the fact, letting that truth out to swell and grow and envelope every aspect of his life was another matter. When you’d been hurt, it was hard to believe in magic and fate anymore.
What they had wasn’t like anything that he’d felt for anyone else though, not even Connie.
It occurred to him, with a start, that thinking her name no longer resulted in quite the same stab of pain. She’d been usurped.
“Off.” He caught Ginny beneath the arms and lifted her. It meant a brief parting of ways, but the position wasn’t favouring either of them. He needed this to be something more than a sedate trot.
“Something up?” she asked.
He stood, and she ate him up with her gaze. Ash gave his cock a little fist pump purely for her benefit. “Something is, definitely.” He caught hold of her for a long mesmerising kiss. He’d have kissed her for longer, if the witch didn’t insist on wrapping her hand around his dick. His hips started working of their own accord, slipping him back and forth in the channel she’d made. “Enough. I want inside you again. Let’s do this properly.”
“Were we not fucking properly before?”
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Provoking you.” She turned her back on him and rested her arms against the surface of the worktop so that her pert little arse was stuck up towards him. “Go until my legs give way.”
