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And we come.
Together.
Hard.
Moaning, groaning, and crying out together in synchronicity. The emotion running through me as we connect again in a way I’ve wanted to for so long. Without inhibition or uncertainty.
Spilling himself inside of me, Ash lays his open mouth over mine.
I love the sensation of his heavy body above me, the feeling of us skin to skin, our bodies so in tune with one another, our hearts beating as one.
Resting his forehead on mine, we pant, gasping for breath, desperately trying to catch it.
We lay together, relaxed, enjoying the feel of each other again.
“I’m too old for this.” He’s still semi-hard inside of me.
“Yes, you are,” I tease.
Out of breath, he leans back on his rested elbows, pleasure dancing in his eyes. “Are you telling me I’m an old man?”
I nod my head, my blond hair more than likely a matted mess and looks like a bird’s nest. “What are you going to do about that?” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. I can feel him growing hard inside of me again. He may be getting older, but Ash still has stamina.
“Make you come again.” He sits upright, then rests on his haunches. Looking down at where we are joined together, he licks his fingers, then spreads me open. I moan when he softly pinches my swollen clit between his finger and thumb.
He moves his cock slowly in and out of me in a dream-like motion.
Knowing how my body will respond, he flicks my clit, then rolls it between his fingertips, causing me to arch my back in approval.
My body is burning for him again. He circles my swollen bud, then draws his fingers down either side of it in a V shape, rubbing it slowly, as his cock fills me languidly again and again, the overwhelming sensations making me lose my mind.
Hands on his thighs, I dig my fingertips into his solid flesh.
“Take everything off,” he commands. “And the handcuffs.”
I remove the detachable stirrup style suspenders from my bodysuit, then he helps me to slide them off my legs one after the other.
I push the handcuff off my wrist, then awkwardly undo the bodysuit poppers and peel my body suit up and off, arching my back to pull it over my head. My movement causes me to push his cock further into my body and I moan. Every nerve ending quivering at his touch.
“You look beautiful.”
It never ceases to amaze me how many women Ash has been surrounded by throughout his career; female fans, broadcasters and journalists, celebrities, bikini models, and yet, he thinks I am beautiful. I've never fully understood it.
His fingers move quicker over my clit, rubbing it faster than before, and I feel my orgasm grow deep inside. I feel him everywhere.
“You’re the only woman for me, Lily Johansson.” His cock grows harder. “You’re the most beautiful and sexiest woman I have ever seen. From your dimples to your smart mouth and super clever brain. You’re the perfect woman. My heart belongs to you.”
“I’m not perfect,” I groan as he strums my clit to the brink of climax.
“You are fucking perfection. Don’t ever let me hear you say different.”
“Oh, Ash, I’m gonna come.” I gasp.
“Then come.” He moves his hips faster, spitting on my clit to make it wetter. He flicks it in such a way that I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Ash.” My cries are so loud, I’m certain the other guests will hear. Then something happens that’s never happened before. The pressure that’s been building feels full to the point of bursting. Suddenly it releases, and like a volcano erupting, I squirt. All over his naked stomach, as he continues to pound into me.
Almost dizzying, I think I pass out for a moment as the feeling of what felt like fireworks burst inside of my body.
