Page 89 of In Your Wildest Dreams
While he devours my mouth, he pulls the fabric of my dress up. He breaks the kiss to pull it over my head, then tosses it on the couch beside us as his stare locks on my chest. A bra didn’t work with this dress, and damn am I grateful.
His movements are slow as he brings both hands up to cover my breasts. Calloused fingers stroke and squeeze. He leans in to taste me. Licking, then taking a nipple between his teeth.
His cock stirs underneath me.
“Condom?” I ask.
He doesn’t remove his face from between my breasts as he answers, “In my wallet.”
I lean down to get his jeans off the floor. They’re just out of reach so I bend farther, arching away from him. He holds on to my hips and keeps me from falling back onto the ground as I grab his jeans.
I basically do a sit-up to get back on his lap. Hello, ab workout. I hold them up over my head like a prize. “Got ’em.”
He takes them, pulls out his wallet from the front pocket and opens it to get the condom. He tosses everything except the rubber back onto the floor.
I gawk a little as he tears it open and covers himself. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with before. It all seemed normal and proportional until I thought about putting it inside me.
“Wow,” I say. “Umm…that’s kind of a lot.”
His body shakes with silent laughter.
“No, really. Are you above average or has it been too long since I’ve seen a penis in real life?”
In one sweeping motion, he has me on my back on the couch and he hovers over me. “Let’s just say we need to make sure you’re ready for me.”
My eyes widen, but any trepidation is quickly replaced by pleasure as he slides down my body and buries his face between my legs.
Heat pools in my stomach as pleasure jolts my hips up. Ash pins me in place, devouring me until I’m squirming and whimpering.
“Ash.” His name comes out raspy and quiet.
“Ready for me, babe?” He places a soft kiss on my inner thigh and then chases it with a bite.
I amsoready. If I have to wait another second, I might die. I’m unable to form the words, so I nod.
I’m more than a little nervous as the head of his dick nudges my entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by thick, long inch.
“Still okay?” he asks.
I let out a shaky breath and look up at him. His beautiful face is tense but painted with pleasure.
“I’m great.”
“You feel so damn good squeezing my dick. So beautiful. So tight. So perfect.”
His words feed the frenzy of emotions bouncing around inside me. I’ve had casual sex before, but I don’t remember it feeling like this.
When he starts to move, pleasure rolls through me so fast I’m a little embarrassed at how quickly he’s going to be able to get me off. I’m not usually so fast to orgasm. But Ash. Oh god, Ash.
I accidentally say that last part out loud and he gets a wicked gleam in his eyes. His pace is slow and lazy like he’s in no hurry.
Still, every thrust takes my breath away and makes my limbs liquify. I’m putty in his very big and capable hands.
“I like it when you say my name,” he says as his lips sweep over mine.
“Ash,” I say again as he licks my neck and then sucks.
“Been dreaming about this since the first time I saw you,” he admits, pausing with his dick buried inside me. He wraps an arm around my back and pulls me back to a sitting position on his lap.
