Ashton expertly moves me closer to orgasm with every stroke of his tongue and fingers. He edges me there and then pulls back. Over and over until I’m writhing against him and begging for release. It’s his favourite thing to do, and he’s skilled in ways I’ve never experienced. But tonight the rush of being in public arouses me to new heights.
Arching my back and threading my fingers through his hair, I beg, “Please… let me come, Ashton.”
He stops what he’s doing and straightens, eyes coming to mine. “Take off your panties,” he orders, his voice all kinds of husky.
I step forward and reach for his belt buckle. Not letting go of his gaze, I say, “I’d rather take these off.”
His hand snaps around my wrist. “Do as I say, Lorelei.”
Oh God.
I’m not sure I can take any more of his foreplay.
I don’t shift my hand. “Ashton—”
He cuts me off with a growl. “Take your panties off and spread your legs. I need to taste you before I make you come.”
Although I’m desperate for this orgasm, I can never say no to Ashton’s mouth on my pussy, so I do as ordered. He watches me in silence for another long few moments. The intensity vibrating from him increases my anticipation with every passing second.
When I finally do come, it’s going to be hard. It’s going to shatter through me. And knowing he’ll back it up straight away with another orgasm when he fucks me causes my core to clench even more.
He kneels in front of me and kisses my pussy. Slowly and thoroughly. Taking hold of my thighs, he concentrates all his attention on pleasuring me with his mouth.
It’s bliss, and if I could, I’d never let him leave my side again. I want Ashton’s attention every second of the day.
His hands.
His mouth.
His body.
All of it.
When I’m with him, the world doesn’t exist. And tonight is no different. There’s only him and me and how good we make each other feel.
I cry out his name when I finally orgasm, my voice slicing through the night air for anyone to hear.
Ashton stands, kissing his way up my body as he finds his way to my mouth. Tasting myself on his tongue is something I find hot. I’ve never liked it before, but Ashton somehow makes me like everything he does.
“I want you every way I can have
you this weekend,” he says as he draws his mouth from mine and turns me to face the railing again.
His hands skim down my body before he undoes the zip of his pants. He then grips my hips and bends his face to speak against my ear. “And this won’t be the last time I fuck you out here.” He thrusts inside of me as he says that, causing me to cry out again.
I grasp the railing and hold on tightly while he fucks me. This is the hottest sex we’ve had. And it’s on the same scale of wild and untamed as he’s been doing it recently. It’s as if with every passing day, he’s becoming more demanding of me. Rougher in all the ways that draw out my deepest desires. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me.
His fingers dig into my skin.
His movements grow faster, harder.
And his teeth find my neck as he kisses and bites me.
The pain and pleasure mixed together sends my mind and body into free fall.
I barely know who I am and where I am while he drives into me like this. All I know is that I will never have enough of this man.
“Fuck!” His roar bellows out of him as he slams into me one last time, his hands letting go of my hips and circling me.