Wasted Lust - JA Huss Page 0,51

a grin on his face, like he’s got a surprise for me. So I stay silent.

“Open your mouth, Sasha.”

I part my lips and a second later his wet finger is inside, pressing on my tongue. It tastes like shattered dreams and wasted lust.

“Suck,” he says, slowly moving his finger in and out of my mouth. “Suck my finger and imagine it’s my cock as I fuck your pussy with my other hand.”

I wrap my lips around his moving finger. Between my legs he pushes inside me with more force. Everything is in and out, moving together like a dance of back and forth. Give and take.

My back arches over his knees, and then he repositions himself, sliding down a little to flatten his lap and give his growing cock more room. I can feel it pressing against my spine. I imagine how big he is, how he would fill me up.

“Open your eyes, Sasha.”

I didn’t realize I’d closed them. My desire is growing quickly, and pretty soon it will be impossible to keep them open, even if I concentrate. But I do as he asks and I’m rewarded with burning lust in his gaze.

“Come,” he says. “Come on my fingers so I can make you suck it off before I fuck you for real.”

His words make me breathless. No one has ever talked to me like that. No one has ever made time slow down or my heart speed up quite like this.

He pumps me harder. Both in my mouth and my pussy, making my back arch. I suck his finger as it slides across my tongue, wishing it was his cock. I picture myself on my knees, looking up into his eyes. His fingers entwined in my hair as he encourages me to take him deeper.

He curves his finger inside my pussy, finding my g-spot, and a few strokes later I’m writhing. The shudder of release forces me to close my eyes so I can enjoy it. And then he takes his finger out of my mouth, slips his arm behind my head, and brings my lips to his. His kiss is the last thing I expect, but the perfect ending to my climax.

“Sasha,” he moans, his words caressing my tongue, his breath mingling with my own panting. “Sit up.”

“I don’t want to,” I say. “I want to lie here in your arms a little longer.”

The hand still between my legs rips at the thin strings of my panties, breaking them and pulling them away from my still quivering body. “Sit up,” he commands. “And take my cock out of my pants.”

I open my eyes, understanding. He helps me sit up and I maneuver in the small space so I’m straddling his lap. I am too shy to meet his gaze. The reality of what we’re doing is replacing the heat of desire. So I concentrate on undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. He’s wearing black boxer briefs, and he’s hard and big under the thin fabric. I can feel the heat coming off his cock.

I pull at the waistband, freeing him, and his full length springs forth.

“Pull your dress aside and ride me.”

I get up on my knees a little, positioning myself over the top of him, and then I grab his shoulders and ease down.

“Oh, God,” I moan. He is thick and rock hard.

“Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your face.”

I slowly raise my chin and find his gaze. His eyes are half closed. His mouth is open, and his breathing is rushed. Small moans escape his lips as I lift up and slowly lower myself over and over. He cups my face and stares into my soul.

“I’m not even done yet and the only thing on my mind is doing this again. I want to fuck you everywhere, Sasha Aston. Every. Where.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I lay my head on his shoulder and continue my movements. They are slow and the pace is steady. He doesn’t rush or force me to go faster. He doesn’t ask me for anything now. He just moves his hips with mine in a circular motion, rubbing himself against my clit. My only thoughts are of making him feel the same relief as I just did, and I’m surprised when my desire begins to build again.

“I’m going to come again,” I whisper into his neck.

“And again, and again, and again,” he whispers back as his hand finds its way under the