He’s caught me completely off guard and I
scramble to hold on tight. My back hits the wall and without giving me even a second to prepare, his mouth crashes down onto mine.
Any last lingering thoughts about not being ready for him are forgotten. Ashton has asserted his power over me and I’m helpless to fight him.
Tonight, I’m his.
As his mouth dominates me, he reaches down between us to slide his finger into my pussy. Dragging his mouth from mine, he growls, “You are more than ready for me, Lorelei.” Pressing his mouth to my ear as he pushes his finger inside me, he continues, “But just so there’s no leftover doubts, I’m going to finger-fuck you until you’re screaming for my cock.”
His dirty words cause my core to clench.
While I love what his fingers are doing to me, I need his dick inside me already.
My hands glide up his neck so I can grip his hair. “It’s not your cock I’m unsure of, Ashton. It’s you.”
He reaches deep inside me while his eyes remain firmly on mine. “I know.” He adds another finger. “I’m going to show you there’s nothing to be unsure of.”
I arch my back, pressing myself against him and tighten my hold as he builds my pleasure. Each second he’s in me is a sublime promise of what’s to come.
We watch each other while he fucks me with his fingers.
No kissing.
No talking.
It’s the most erotic experience I’ve ever had. The sounds of our breathing only intensify this feeling. I’m almost panting and Ashton’s breaths are coming harder.
When my orgasm hits, I squeeze my fingers tighter in his hair and moan a bunch of words I don’t even recognise myself. The orgasm takes over, rendering me useless. It’s a burst of light and emotion and intense bliss that I never want to end.
Ashton’s lips find mine and he kisses me hard before a deep growl cuts through my thoughts. “Watching you come is something I need to do more of.”
I blink, trying to catch my breath and my thoughts. “We could make that happen.”
He trails kisses up my neck. The way his teeth graze my skin is hot; I want more of that. When he reaches my ear, he rasps, “I’m going to make it happen right now.”
Depositing me on the floor, he strides to his bedside table and searches the top drawer. After he locates what he’s after, he returns to me, condom in hand.
Ripping the foil packet open, he takes hold of his cock and rolls the condom on. Then his eyes settle on mine again as he reaches an arm around my waist, pulling me close while at the same time, kicking my feet apart. Bending his knees slightly, he pushes his dick up against my entrance. He doesn’t enter me fully, just teases me by pushing in and then out, over and over until I’m a hot mess of desire.
“Ashton,” I moan, gripping his biceps. “Just fuck me already.”
Heat glazes his eyes. “I see you’re practicing your dirty talk.”
“I want to be practicing a lot more than that.”
He thrusts up into me on a groan. “Fuck.”
Oh, God, I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Seriously.
His cock fills me and I loop my hands around his neck while he holds my ass. He pulls out and when he pushes into me again, he grips me harder, pulling me close at the same time. All while keeping his eyes firmly on mine.
He then begins the dance of sex, and our bodies move together in a perfect rhythm of slow, sensual thrusting. And once again, Ashton shows me just how erotic this can be. Everything about him, from the way he watches me, to how he takes charge, to the way his powerful body moves effortlessly is sexual. The man commands every second of my attention, and in return gives me sex I won’t ever forget.
He was right when he said he was going to burn his name into my memory.
His rhythm picks up and he enters me with more force. The look of determination in his eyes heightens my arousal, and I dig my nails into his skin as I reach desperately for my release.