way. My fingers touched it, unable to decipher where the scar was.
I loved kissing his lips but I wanted to kiss other things. I wanted to taste his skin the way he tasted mine. My mouth moved away from his and to his neck. The slight taste of sweat was on his skin. My hands glided down his chest and to the top of his jeans. I unbuttoned them and pulled them down slightly.
Ash kept me close to him as I kissed his chest and neck. His hips rocked against mine slightly, and his hard-on hit me in the right spot. The friction from his definition felt so good against my clitoris. It made my nails dig violently into his skin, harsher than I meant to.
At this point, I was a teapot that started to boil. Steam was erupting, and my patience was evaporating. I’d never been so excited to be with someone, not like this. I didn’t just want to get off and get it over with. I wanted every second of it. Finally, the journey was better than the destination.
When he moved his hips away, there was a noticeable wet spot on the crotch of his boxers. I was too horny to be embarrassed. I was wet for him—soaked—and we both knew it.
Ash moved his hand up my ass then gripped the back of my thong. Without any regard, he yanked it down my legs then tossed it on the coffee table. His mouth moved to my belly button, and slowly he migrated down below. Once his face was between my legs, my fingers dug into his hair and I moaned uncontrollably.
Ash ate me like he was starving. He sucked my clitoris then rubbed it aggressively with his tongue. Then he moved to my entrance, tasting me and making me even wetter.
It felt so damn good.
He pulled away then unzipped the back of my dress. He moved so quickly he almost broke it. Then he pulled it off of me, revealing my naked body to him. His eyes moved to my tits. The desire increased by tenfold when he saw them. “Fuck, I knew you had a nice rack.” His lips found the valley between my breasts and he ran his tongue up and down. Then he shoved a nipple into his mouth and sucked it like a lollipop.
As good as it felt, I wanted more. I gripped his boxers and pulled them down, letting his thick cock pop out. It wobbled slightly once it was unrestricted from his jeans. It was enormous, a dream come true.
My hand grabbed his shaft and I massaged him, feeling him from tip to base. He was so thick and hard. I couldn’t wait until he stretched me. I knew I would feel fuller than I did with anyone else.
“Shit, you’re hot.” For the first time, I wasn’t thinking. And it was nice. My hand felt his hard chest, gliding over the perfect muscles. He was exceptional in every way imaginable. This is exactly what I fantasized about with my vibrator.
For once, he didn’t say something arrogant. “I was thinking the same thing.” He lifted me from the couch then carried me into my bedroom. Instead of kissing me, he just stared. He told me everything he planned on doing with just the look alone.
He laid me on the bed, my head resting on a pillow. Then he moved on top of me, his dick grazing against my stomach. He looked down at me like I was buried treasure he got to keep for himself. “Got a condom?”
My mojo disappeared. “No…”
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yeah.”
“Can we go bareback?”
“What does that mean?”
He smiled like he was amused. “Skin to skin. I’m clean. I promise.”
Ash wouldn’t lie to me. He was thoughtful even though he acted like he didn’t care about anyone but himself. My hand moved to his shaft and I felt the stud on the bottom and top of his dick. It was just below his head. The metallic ball was smooth and slightly cold in comparison to his skin.
“Besides, you’ll get the full effect without one.”
“Yes.” Nothing could stop me. Even an earthquake wouldn’t slow me down.
He immediately widened my legs with his arms and pinned them back. He leaned forward on his arms and his head found my entrance. “You’re tight. Just relax.”
“I’m not relaxed. I’m eager.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me.
He didn’t grin like he usually did. He slowly pushed inside me, his thick head