"No one else touches this pussy, Ivy. It belongs to me, and I'm going to be inside it every chance I get from now on. I'm going to claim every one of your tight little holes, show you what it feels like to come with my cock inside you."
That's all it takes to send me over the edge. My body spasms, and my back arches off the bed. Sensations heap one on top of another as I come hard. He flicks his cock against my clit again and again as I ride the wave. I hear him grunt from a distance and feel warm liquid splash against my skin as he finds his release.
I open my eyes to find Ash gazing down at me, a smile tugging at his mouth. "We've made a fine mess of your pussy now, haven't we, Kitten?"
Color hits my cheeks, and I lift my hands, trying to cover my embarrassment.
He grips my hands, easing them back down. "Don't hide from me. Not anymore," he rumbles, leaning forward to run his nose along my cheek.
His lips trail down, and I arch my neck to give him better access. He feathers them across my collar bones and over the swell of my tits. His mouth hovers over the rosy crest of one, his tongue darting out to tease the nub.
"Oh, God!" I cry out at the subtle caress, marveling at how easily, how completely, this man turns me on. He's hypnotizing me with touch, his smell, his lips, and I never want to wake from his spell.
Then, he's feasting on them, scooping them up in his hands and nipping and sucking at my nipples. I gasp and squirm as his hand moves between us, and he uses his fingers to smear our combined juices around my clit. It's so fucking dirty, yet incredibly hot.
He moves down my body, nipping and licking at every inch of skin before settling his head between my thighs again. Surely, he's not going to…?
His mouth settles over my mound, and he takes one long swipe across my cleft with his tongue. The warm wetness mixing with our fluids is beyond heavenly. He slides his hands beneath my butt, holding me still while his mouth ravages me. He licks and sucks at my pussy like he's French kissing my mouth. My God, this man is not shy about going down on me!
I thrash beneath him despite the firm grip of his fingers on my hips, but it only makes him lock his mouth onto me harder, a growl erupting from his throat.
"Holy fuck!" I pant as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.
He pulls back a little to look at me, a gleam of satisfaction in his blue eyes. "I've got you, Kitten. Spread yourself wider for me, and let me see what's mine. I want every drop of cream that gushes from this cunt."
He takes my hand and guides it to my pussy, and I use my fingers to hold my swollen lips open for him. He hums in appreciation, latching his mouth onto me again and dragging his tongue back and forth in a maddening rhythm.
"Please, Ash!" I plead, not sure how much more I can take.
He lifts his head briefly, and I look down at him. "Hold tight, baby."
He dips his head again, sucking hard at my clit, and my orgasm blows through me in an explosion of bliss. I hear myself scream as I ride the wave, shaking and shivering as I slowly come back down.
I'm vaguely aware of his weight shifting off the bed, and I open my mouth to protest. Is he leaving me? I don't think I can bear for things to go back to how they were after this. He already had my heart, but now he's got my body and soul as well.
Then I hear the shower running, and seconds later, he's back, scooping me up in his arms. "My dirty girl needs to get clean," he says, striding towards the adjoining bathroom.
He lowers me into the huge shower cubicle, stripping off the rest of his clothes before joining me. His hand immediately slides between my legs, cupping me in his palm. "This is mine now."
I lick my lips and nod. I'm not arguing. It's been his for a while.
He brushes my hair back from my face with a tender hand, studying my face. "What's wrong, Ivy? Didn't you like what we just did?"
I drop my eyes from his penetrating gaze. Maybe I imagined the words he just whispered to me, along with the desire I saw in his eyes. He's behind every one of my fantasies, and they're sending me a little crazy. I've imagined scenarios like this so many times while I touched myself that I'm sure I'm caught up in another one of them right now.
"I loved it. I'm just trying to keep up. You've barely looked at me lately. I've missed you, but—I’m just not sure what this is," I say, waving a hand between us.
"It's what it was always meant to be. I'm not going anywhere, Kitten, and I'm sure as fuck not letting you go. I meant what I said earlier. You're mine. Every delectable curve and dimple, every inch of skin. All mine."
His words reassure me. I'm a grown woman. I should hate his possessive talk, but I don't. I crave it, just like I crave him.
Grabbing the shower gel and a soft flannel, he gently washes my body. Then he squeezes some shampoo into his palm and massages it through my scalp. I sigh with bliss, losing myself in the sensation of being cared for. Cherished.
Loved?
Once he's rinsed my hair clean, he tugs me out of the shower and carries me back through to the bedroom, setting me down on the edge of the bed. I love how he seems to move me around at his will. He makes me feel feminine and nurtured.
"Scoot your butt to the edge, lean back and open your legs for me," he instructs.
I shiver with anticipation, doing as he says. I rest my weight on my elbows and bend my knees up, completely opening myself up to him.
He moves between my legs and lowers himself to his knees, so his face is level with my pussy. He slides a finger along my puffy lips, and my hips rise instinctively, seeking a deeper contact.
His eyes cut to mine. "Now, I'm going to eat you. And then, if you're a good girl, I'm going to fuck you."