CHAPTER 51
Ash
As soon as we were back in the room, as if by sexual magic, I found myself naked and lying on the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and pulled his shorts down. He reached into a bag on the floor, and took out a condom, all the while locking eyes with me.
“Regular.” He put the foil between his teeth and ripped it in one swift move, spitting the corner onto the floor. He tossed the open packet onto the bed next to me and then slowly crawled up over my naked body. Something about the condom wrapper being tossed down on the bed next to me, ready to use, open, a promise of what was to come, made me instantly wet.
“Not yet,” he said, smiling, looking down at my wetness, which had not escaped his notice. “There are still more things I want to do to you.”
“How many more can there be?” I asked, climbing to my elbows.
His smile grew as he put a big hand on my chest and pushed me back down, pinning my body to the bed beneath him. “Baby, it would take me an entire lifetime to do all the things I want to do to you.”
The word “baby” did not go unnoticed again, and this time, it had a different effect on me. This “baby” wasn’t soft and gentle. Not with those eyes that penetrated me so deeply they rendered me transparent. Not with that breath against my face that smelled like a piña colada and tasted like salt, and not with that hand, holding me down underneath him so I had nowhere to go. This “baby” wasn’t gentle at all; it was rough and dripped with the promise of sex.
“What are you doing?” I asked after he’d done nothing to me for what felt like an eternity of agonizing sexual frustration.
“Trying to decide how to take you.”
“Take me however you like.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re saying to me?” His eyes were still consuming every single inch of my body.
“Yes.” I nodded and bit my lip, and this seemed to be the thing that set him off. That set me in motion too. It was so quick, so sudden, that I felt dizzy and disorientated. He’d flipped us round entirely, him lying on his back and me straddling him. Before I had a chance to catch my breath from that gymnastic maneuver, he grabbed my ass and started working my body up his, until I was straddling his chest.
“What are you doing?” I asked nervously, unsure of where he wanted me.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he said, holding me in place.
I looked down at him and gave a tentative nod.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, and I nodded again.
“You know what I’m going to ask you.”
My nod grew more vigorous, but the words seemed stuck.
“I . . . I want you to,” I finally managed.
He wasted no time. His head disappeared under me as I tensed my entire body, waiting for that first lick.
“Yes,” I whispered as his tongue lapped at my inner thigh.
He licked my other thigh, licked it all the way to the crease, to the place where my leg ended and something else began.
“Fuck. Yes,” I said again, and then gasped when he sank his teeth into my thigh. He bit my other thigh and I grabbed the headboard in front of me, using it to anchor myself. He tightened his grip on my hips. His hands were so big it felt like they enveloped my entire waist. And in that moment, it seemed as if he would never let me go. I looked down at him. His mouth was under me, waiting, but he was looking straight at me.
“Say what I like to hear once more, baby.”
“Yes,” I whispered, and watched him as he licked me.
I threw my head back and gripped the headboard. “Shit!”
“Look at me,” he said, and I instantly obeyed. We locked eyes and then he slowly licked me again. I slid my knees apart, opening my legs for him even more. Giving his tongue access to all of me. He licked me in long, slow moves, starting at the bottom and then working all the way to the top, to my clit, where he lingered only a second longer. But I needed more, and the next time he got to my clit, I ground into him, pressed down, and tried to hold his mouth in place for as long as possible. He laughed against me and, for a moment there, I worried that I might suffocate him.
“Just like that,” he said.
I gripped the headboard tighter and bucked my hips against him, dragged myself over his open mouth, over his chin. More and more of his face disappeared under me as I rocked back and forth with a freedom that I’d never felt before. I’d never had so few inhibitions. Never done this. Never forced my legs as wide open as I possibly could and rode a man’s face. The sounds of our wetness mingling together made me move even faster. He gripped my ass and began helping me, pushing me up and down, lapping at me messily, with no restraint at all. I began to pant. He let my ass go and grabbed my breasts, squeezed them and then plunged his tongue into me. I broke open for him. I threw my head back, gripped my thighs, dug my nails into them as I held myself in place so I could get every last moment out of my orgasm. When it was over, I fell backwards over his body and lay there, gasping for breath.
