Page 9 of Sheets & Giggles
He grins and pulls his fingers from inside me, running my juices over my bottom lip before leaning in and sucking it into his mouth. “You taste good, too.”
My insides clench and ache, wanting him to fill me again. “Please. I need more,” I whine, my hips searching for friction.
“Oh, there’s more,” he promises, pressing his massive cock against my thigh. “I just need you good and ready to take it.”
“I’m ready. Give it to me.”
“Not yet. I need you to scream first,” he says, sliding all four of his fingers inside me and filling me so much that my eyes roll back in my head and a guttural groan bursts from my chest.
“Yes!” I arch against him as his mouth returns to mine, his fingers pushing gloriously into my depths. Back and forth, in and out, curving and stretching until I can’t possibly take anymore. “Ashton!” The dam bursts, my body letting go, coming so hard around his hand that I howl into the night, thrashing beneath him until he slows his movement and brings me back down to earth.
“Good girl,” he whispers, pulling his hand from inside me and bringing his fingers to his lips. I know what he’s about to do before he does it, and I just about come again from watching him lick my cream from his hand. “You taste almost as amazing as you look. I want another from you.”
“Another?” I gasp, reaching for his hair and sliding my fingers through the soft tousled waves as he positions himself between my legs.
“I’m not finished playing yet,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of my thigh. “I need you primed and ready before I show you what a wall banging really is.”Holy shit!
“Show me. Show me now.Please. I’m ready.”
“Soon,” he insists, sliding his tongue out and sweeping it through my core.
When he flicks my clit, I lift my hips off the bed. “Oh, lord!” This man has been given a gift from the gods. That tongue of his could hold a Ted talk to explain the finer points of cunnilingus to those less gifted than he. From the soft hum that leaves his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue, to the perfect curl of his finger as he presses it inside me. He knows exactly what to do to drive me wild, giving me an intense desire to clamp my thighs around his head and refuse to let him go.
Pro: he’s a pussy eater extraordinaire
With a final trick up his sleeve, he adds to my pleasure by pressing the tip of one finger just inside my ass. I lose focus. My entire body lifts from the bed as I clutch at his head and scream out his name.
Anyone awake in the building probably thinks I’m being murdered about now, but the man has earned his scream, and by god, I’m giving it to him.
He releases me suddenly, and I’ve barely caught my breath before he’s out of his pj’s and kneeling between my wide-open thighs, that massive cock in his hand as he teases my opening. “Relax and breathe or this is gonna hurt,” he instructs, his deep-green eyes locked with mine as his tip slips inside me, stretching me to the point where I cry out in passionate pain.
“Holy fuck!”
“I need you to relax,” he winces. “You’re gonna bruise my dick.”
“You’re so big,” I gasp, willing my core to relax around him as he inches his way inside.
“It’ll fit. But you have to breathe, baby. Breathe.”
Tightening my fingers against the sheets, I take a slow breath in and out, my body opening enough to let him in. He sinks in to the hilt and moans.
“Ellie. My god. You feel…you feel amazing.”
“So do you. Holy shit.” I wrap my hands around his forearms as he leans forward.
“Think you can handle it if I move?”
“Yeah. I want you to move.”
“Hard or slow?”
“Slow at first. Then hard.”
He grins down at me as he draws his hips back. In and out. In and out with agonizing precision. It’s slow torture of the senses that dances along that fine line between pleasure and pain. And as he speeds up, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, the bed frame thumps against the wall to punctuate the depth and power behind his movements. My hands lift over my head, bracing myself against the bedhead as he pummels it home, thrust, thrust, thrust.Bang, bang, bang.
Starting at my toes and weaving its way throughout my body, my third climax hits as a blinding light. I see stars. I hear angels sing, and as Ashton throws my leg over his shoulder and thrusts twice more before he spills himself inside me with a grunt, I lose my ever-loving mind. This man is an absolute god in the sack, and he’s mine, minemine.
Con: he isn’t actually mine.
