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"I can do that."
"Put my hands where you want them. Show me what you want, and it's yours."
Her fingers caught his hands, and then she slowly pushed them down until they were on her thighs, and she parted them for him. "I want youhere," she whispered, looking expectantly up at him. It only took that single look before James was moving his big body between her legs, his thighs pushing her legs wide while he sat back on his knees and slid his hands down to cup her, one palm resting over her cunt while the other grasped her hip.
"Like this?"
She nodded, breath starting to come fast now as she looked down her body and at the man now between her legs. Her hand came to rest on top of his, and she pushed her palm firmly on his, grinding the heel of his hand against her and making her hips jerk at the contact. She gasped, eyes closing when she felt the ghost of a breath against her collarbones.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
She nodded, hooking an arm around his neck. "Please kiss me, but don't stop touching me. I need it."
"I know, honey. I've got you." He kissed her then and let her hands continue to guide the hand still cupping her as she pressed his thumb up against her clit, showing him how to touch her. And when he caught her fingers with his free hand and whispered, "What else?" while he continued to stroke her clit, she eagerly urged him forward until he was slipping a finger inside of her and making them both groan.
"Honey, you're so wet for me." He kissed her again, tongue slipping inside her mouth as she eagerly kissed him. "You're so good, showing me what you want."
She whimpered the sound high and needy at his words and pulled back to look at him, her eyes hooded with pleasure. "I want you to talk to me."
"What do you want me to say?" he groaned, fingers still working her body into a frenzy that had her bucking against his hands.
"I want you to tell me how much you want me."
A wicked smile passed over his face and he leaned close, hair falling over his eyes as he began to whisper, "I can't get enough of you, baby girl. You drive me crazy. Do you know how hard you make me when I see you in your cute skirts? Makes me want to bend you over and fill you up. Let every man in there know you'remy little girl."
She moaned and grabbed at his shoulders, his words the right combination to push her pleasure higher. "James…"
"You make me crazy. Thought I was going to lose my mind when I saw you tonight. Baby girl, you had every man's eyes on you, but you're mine." His thumb increased the speed of his strokes, fingers curling inside of her and hitting a spot that had her seeing stars.
"Sir!" she cried out as he continued to pump his fingers inside of her, making the building orgasm feel like a tsunami that she was only just managing to hold off. All it would take was one good push, and her control would snap. "More, please. I'll do anything, Sir," she begged, hips rising to meet his thrusting fingers.
"You're mine," he growled, kissing her roughly. "Mine. Do you hear me?"
She keened, body going rigid, but she managed a weak nod in answer.
"I've waited to get my hands back on your hot little body. I missed this pussy, baby girl. You made me wait for it." He bit her shoulder and pressed down hard on her clit, and Ashley knew she was only seconds away from her climax.
"I'm gonna, oh, I need to," she gasped incoherently. "I need you. I'll do. I'll—"
"That's it. Give it to me. You've been such a good girl. You took your punishment like an angel, little one. It's time to give it to me. Come for me, honey, make a mess on me." James caught her mouth in another kiss, this one all teeth and tongues, and when he pinched her clit, the pressure was more than she could take, and her control snapped. Ashley sobbed as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, sweeping her away as she ground herself against James' hands, stealing every last bit of her pleasure from his touch.
Ashley closed her eyes and had only begun to relax, when James moved off the bed, making her frown and reach for him with a disapproving groan. She wanted him close to her, his body warm and wrapped around hers, but she was too blissed out to do more than make a half-hearted swipe for him. Now, she just wanted to hold onto this lovely feeling for as long as possible, to turn her brain off and just feel, to lean into that glorious feeling of being wrung out and left sated. She registered that James was undressing, but it drifted away as fast as it had come and she snuggled deeper into the mattress, a shiver going through her and prompting her to reach for a blanket when James' hand was on hers. But he didn't take her hand like she thought he might. Instead, he caught her around the wrist in a grip so tight, it made her open her eyes in surprise.
Her mouth went dry at the look on his face. It was wild, his gray eyes darker than she had ever seen them and he slipped an arm around her, hauling her up against him.
"Use your safewords," he growled out, moving forward and pushing her down on her belly.
"James—"
"Sir," he bit out, yanking her arms above her head and catching them in one big hand. "You call me Sir. Do you understand, little girl?"
She squirmed, body alight and suddenly awake beneath him. "Yes, Sir."
He caught a hand in her hair and wrapped it around his fist, tilting her head back to capture her mouth in a kiss. There was no tenderness there, only passion. It was downright filthy as he rubbed his hard cock against her ass while he plundered her mouth hungrily, his tongue moving against hers before he caught her bottom lip between his teeth, making her cry out. But he swallowed that sound, too, with a satisfied moan. She moved to tug her wrists from his grasp, but a swat on her ass had her going still.
"Safewords, baby girl. Do you remember them?"
She nodded mutely, still shocked at how quickly the energy in the bedroom had shifted between them.
