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"To touch you," Ashley breathed.
"How?"
Her eyes moved slowly over him, taking in the muscular planes and edges of his chest and torso. She licked her lips and let her gaze move on, lingering on his arms and then slowly up again to move over his shoulders. Those broad shoulders flexed under the weight of her attention, and she whimpered at not being allowed to touch them. She bit her bottom lip, worrying it between her teeth, and gave him a pleading look.
"All over," she whispered. "I want to touch you all over. Kiss you everywhere and just, just, look at you." Her words were rushed and she spoke quickly, hating that her voice had no sexiness or alluring husk to it. She was breathless, chest heaving and body quivering under his hands that still held her arms to down to her sides.
"I want…" she broke off and shook her head, suddenly finding it hard to get the words out.
But James wasn't of the mind to let her 'almost something' turn into nothing. "What do you want? Tell me, little one."
She curled her fingers in the bedspread beneath her and shook her head. "I can't say."
He frowned at her and gave her a wrists a gentle squeeze. "You can. Use your words, honey. This is very important. You have to be able to say what you want."
An embarrassed look crossed her face, prompting James to rub his thumbs on the inside of her wrists where he held her. "You can tell me. I'm going to give you whatever it is. Trust me."
Silence descended around them, and Ashley forgot everything else outside of them. There was only now; there was only this moment with James touching her and talking to her, coaxing her to ask for what she wanted—what she craved from him.
"I want to suck." Her voice dropped off again in a little nervous sigh, but she swallowed hard and went on to whisper, " I want to suck your cock."
That pulled a low groan from James. "Oh, honey." When he didn't immediately move, Ashley strained against his hold on her, leaning toward him with a frown.
"You said for me to ask."
"I know."
"Then, why aren't you letting me?" she asked, licking her lips. It was easy to let her embarrassment go. She had never been so bold, never asked another man to do what she had asked James. Sure, she'd done it numerous times, but she had never wanted it like this—so bad, it was like an ache in her, every second that she didn't have her mouth on him.
He chuckled and released her hands. "Keep pushing, and you'll end up going over my knee."
"Maybe I want that, too," she told him, relaxing more into who she was when she was with him.
"Baby girl," he moaned, fingers moving to brush against her mouth. "You're going to be the death of me." She grinned when his hands moved to his belt.
"Maybe," she whispered, watching with rapt attention as he unbuckled his belt, the slight clink of the metal buckle hitting his thigh when he let it go making her blood feel hot. Natasha had told her that she had all the power, and now, here she was, seeing it in action. James was doing exactly as she asked, and it made her feel so at ease, so utterly comfortable and safe that she didn't hesitate to slide off the bed and fall to her knees in front of him when he unzipped his pants.
"Let me. Please?" She gave him a beseeching look, and at the slight tip of his head, she eagerly reached for him, enjoying the taut muscles under her touch. She scraped her fingernails across his stomach and down his sides, following that ridge of muscles that framed his hips and down further to the top of his boxers. She pressed a kiss against his stomach, nuzzling her face against him and letting out a puff of warm breath that set the big man in front of her trembling.
"You're shaking," she observed, looking up at him.
"You do that to me, baby girl," he replied without hesitation. The earnestness she heard in James' voice floored her and she wanted more. If she set him to shaking with her fingertips and a puff of breath, how would he be when she had him in her mouth? And again, what would he be like when he was making love to her?
She couldn't wait for that. It had been so good the first time, but now, things were different between them. Things were better, and she could barely breathe as she pulled down his boxers to mid-thigh, setting his cock free. It hung heavy and thick against his thigh, and she couldn't stop herself from eagerly taking the tip of him into her mouth, tongue and lips working to feel and taste every bit of him. She bobbed her head, taking more of him into her mouth, and when she moaned, she loved how it made James shudder and his knees go weak. His hands came to her hair, fingers carding through her hair and gently holding her while she continued to control the pace. He was giving her control, she knew that, could tell in the strength she felt in his tightly wound body as she sped up her movements, her hands coming up to touch him. One hand cradled his balls, while she stroked him long and steady in time with her mouth sliding up and down the length of him.
"Baby," he groaned, those strong hands of his that were capable of violence now so impossibly gentle on her that she urged herself to take more of him. Her lips hugged his thick cock, tongue sliding along the underside, her hands and mouth working together faster and faster until he was hitting the back of her throat.
"Sweet girl, just like that, take me, honey." He was groaning now, hands shaking where they still rested in her hair, fingers warm on her skin. James slid his hands down until his fingers slid out of her hair and skimmed her skin. Ashley felt him push lightly on the back her neck, the increase in pressure making her eyes dart up to meet his. He was staring down at her, chest rising and falling in time with each bob of her head.
"Is this okay?" he asked, surprising her. His eyes were a storm over the sea, and he didn't look away from her until she realized what he was asking her. He was asking for some of that control back, the heavy weight of his hands that was increasing with each passing second was evidence of that. A heat in Ashley's belly ignited when he tugged on a lock of her hair, the pull teasing, searching her out, and she moaned happily around his cock. She was greedy in her need for him, continuing to suck and love on his throbbing length that was swelling and filling her mouth. Her eyes drifted closed when he pulled lightly on her hair again, and she hummed enthusiastically, making him cry out in pleasure.
"Honey, that's it, taking me so good. You're so good for me," he crooned, fingers now yanking on her hair in a way that made her gasp happily around his cock. "Take it for me, good girl. Are you going to take it all for me?"
She nodded, body now nearly sagging against his legs as she opened her mouth to take him entirely. "Tell me you're going to take it like my good girl."
Ashley gasped when James pulled her back off him with a pop of her tongue. "I'm going to take it," she rasped, voice hoarse from taking him deep. "I want it. I want it so bad. I'm going to swallow it, all of it, just—"
"Oh, baby," James growled, snapping his hips forward and pushing past her lips once more, pulling a groan of pleasure from Ashley when she felt them moving now in tandem with him guiding her over his cock. "Taking it so good for me. You love it, don't you?"
