Page 57 of All Right No
“They were okay, fun at the time but largely meaningless.”
“Like when you took Paul, Spook and me back to your hotel room?”
She twisted her head around to look at him over her shoulder. “What do you want me to say, Ash? You were there. I wasn’t looking for anything more than thrills, and nor were you.”
“I expect you to say exactly that, if it’s the truth. I might hate Spook and Paul’s guts for having touched you, but I accept that you had a sex life before I turned up, and I don’t expect my girlfriend to be some pure unadulterated virgin whose only experience is with me.”
She kept on rubbing her butt up against his cock. “Virgins aren’t really your type. They’re not dirty enough.”
“It has nothing to do with how dirty they are. I just happen to like women who know what they’re doing, and what they like. It’s possible to have a super dirty mind and still be clueless when it comes to Tab D fitting into Slot C.”
“It’s normally A and B.”
“I know what I mean.”
“I’m just teasing you, Chief.”
She was definitely doing that. Ash hooked his hand around the tops of her thighs to seat her more firmly in his lap, then stroked his palms upwards across her flat stomach to the swell of her breasts. She wasn’t abundantly blessed in that department, but that was fine, it happened that unlike Rock Giant, he liked small boobs. What Ginny did have was enormous darkly coloured nipples that contrasted with the buttermilk paleness of her skin. He pinched them both simultaneously between his forefingers and thumbs.
“Hey, you know the rules—exercises before prizes.”
Knew ’em. Didn’t much care about ’em. “Yeah, but Ginny.” He leaned in closer and kissed the side of her throat. “Jacuzzi sex.” He let that thought ferment in her brain while he continued to place kiss upon kiss on her throat and continued to tease her nipples into stiffened points.
“Is that something you’ve done before?” She gasped, as he sucked hard enough to bruise, and his cock found itself a notch between the lips of her pussy, rather than between her cheeks.
“Nope. Been almost there in a swimming pool a couple of times.” Right around the point they were at now, in fact. The almost hooked together stage, where everything was about sensation and anticipation, but there was still no guarantee it would actually happen. Being at this point with her was different to all those times, though. He didn’t need a psychoanalyst to tell him why either. He’d never loved any of those other women. Ginny on the other hand filled up his heart to capacity. There was simply no way for him to ever get enough of her. He released his hold on one of her breasts and dove his hand down to between her thighs.
Ginny arched her back so that she was leant back against his shoulder, while her mouth opened around gasp after ecstatic gasp. He loved how she never held back over expressing herself.
“More?” He teased her slit with the tips of two fingers. “Want me to go on a G-spot hunt?”
“I’m not sure the angles are right for that, and I’m not moving.”
“Later then. I’ve something right here that could find the right angle though.”
She reached down and touched him. Her hand briefly cupped his entire length before she lifted up and leaned forward so that she could direct him to her entrance. Then she sat back and engulfed him.
Ash’s mind screamed with the pleasure of it. It was a slow fuck. Too much thrashing about and they created tidal-waves, also the water meant things weren’t as slippery as usual. Slow was good though, as after the pounding hurry they’d been in last night, his limbs were still knotted with aches. Also, slow meant he got to feel all those shiver inducing fluttery movements she was making with her inner muscles. His cock loved being kissed like that. That action left him sensitised all over. His skin covered in electric sparks.
His hands shook as he held onto her, but he refused to let go and allow the water to pull them apart. He’d never allow anything to pull them apart. Iain had almost done it, but he’d learned from that. If anything cropped up in the future, he’d listen to her side of the story first before he jumped to any conclusions. There were too many manipulative people in the world eager to destroy other people’s happiness not to question every action and event thoroughly.
“Ash, I want to get out of the water.”
It meant breaking apart, but only for long enough for her to stand and lean over the side so that the important bits were clear of the water. Okay, his legs were still largely submerged, but… Whatever. He slicked her pussy with his tongue before joining them together again. One hand on her waist, the other on her shoulder, he held onto her while their breathing turned ragged and groans spilled from their lips. What had started out as slow and subtle quickly became athletic. He’d pay for this later, he didn’t doubt it. More than a few muscles were protesting already, but he ignored their screams as irrelevant. The only thing of importance was ensuring his lady got what she craved. He was pretty certain he was giving her that. The groans he fucked from her music to his ears, and almost his undoing.
Dammit,the square root of one hundred and forty-four was?He didn’t have a clue. Numbers had never made sense to him. History and philosophy, those he could rock.Without music, life would be a mistake. Morality is the herd instinct in the individual. Wit is the epitaph of emotion. The lie is a condition of life.
He was too caught up in the rhythm of thrust and retreat, and theslap, slap, slapof his loins meeting her glowing cheeks. It was going to be a sprint finish. At least she was with him, her pussy clenching tightly around him, and her pulse beating a rapid tattoo against his fingers.
Photo-finish: they came together, quaking as one, her fluttery breaths an echo of his cries.
Ash slumped over her and kissed along the line of her spine. They crawled the distance between the tub and the grass-covered roof of the sauna house, where they rolled onto their backs and lay drying in the sun.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes, content to communicate via touch and with the depth of their smiles. The sun was blazing and the grass roof fragrant. Ash propped himself up on one elbow to look at her. Daisies and clover surrounded her head, and all but a few of the beads of water had dried off her skin. He licked away the last couple.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Ginny Walters.”
She used her hand to shade her gaze from the sun. “You’re pretty hot yourself, stud.”
