“Yes.”
I closed my eyes as her word washed through me. She might have hated me, but she still remembered that summer.
“Touch yourself, Ash.”
“I might come if I do.” In fact, it was entirely possible I’d come without touching myself at all. Just watching her was all the stimulation I needed.
“Come on me.”
Ah fuck. She was going to be the death of me. I gritted my teeth as I gripped my dick and stroked it once and then twice, before releasing him.
“I want to watch you make yourself come,” she said, and I growled in frustration.
“I want to fuck you, Beth.”
“That too,” she said as she slid her finger inside her. My dick was jealous of that finger.
“Touch your tits,” I groaned, as I stroked my cock again. He was so fucking hard that he was looking straight up at me.
She continued to finger herself and tweak her nipples, making herself gasp and arch. “I’m so close.”
“Rub your clit,” I demanded. When she did, I replaced her finger with mine, sliding it inside her. With my other hand, I continued to stroke my dick. I’d had some interesting sexual experiences in my life, but nothing before was so erotic and beautiful as watching Beth seek her own pleasure.
“Ohh… ohh… I’m going to come.”
I thrust two fingers inside her, moving them in and out. I stroked my cock faster, feeling those first signs of orgasm gather in my balls. “I’m almost there, baby… fuck… so close.”
On the next thrust of my fingers inside her, I tilted them upward, hitting that one spot that made women go wild.
“Ash!” She screamed out my name. It echoed through the room, making me feel like a fucking God. Her pussy tightened around my fingers as I pumped them in and out of her, drawing out her pleasure.
“Fuck… I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come…” I jerked my cock until I was sure it would be rubbed raw, but I didn’t care.
“Come on me, Ash.”
Her words were the final push I need to catapult me over the edge. My head dropped back as my orgasm screamed up my dick, spraying my cum over her belly and tits. With each yank, I shot out semen until she was covered in it.
“Fuck.” I sank back on my heel. “Is my head still there? You fucking blew my mind.”
Her smile was so pretty and satisfied. “Yes.”
I looked over and saw a tissue box on the coffee table. I reached over and grabbed a couple of tissues to wipe myself off of her.
“I made a mess.” Once I had her cleaned up, I lay over her, wanting to stay near her. I kissed her. “We were never a mistake. We still aren’t.”
18
Beth – Friday
I was overwhelmed. By sensation. By emotion. By this man who my heart wanted to love fully, but my mind warned me not to. He said all the right things now, but what would he think about Hannah? Technically, she was a mistake. We hadn’t planned her. And yet, she wasn’t a mistake at all. She was the most beautiful miracle in the world. Would he see it like that? Would he walk away not wanting to have a child? Would he be angry that he didn’t know about her? Would he try to take her from me?
It was that last thought that my brain kept going over again and again. Being with him was dangerous not just to my heart, but when it came to keeping Hannah.
“Don’t leave me yet, Beth.”
I looked up at him, his hazel eyes filled with emotion and concern. “I’m here.”
“You looked like you were drifting off… away from me.”
I shook my head. I’d give us this moment. Hannah was with Morgan. There was interest from someone wanting to buy the townhome, so we’d be leaving soon. I could give us… me… this moment.
“I’m not going anywhere. You still haven’t fucked me with your dick.” I felt said dick twitch between us.
He grinned. “I love it when you talk dirty.” He kissed me then, and the whole thing started over, the rush of pleasure filling every cell of my body as his hands and lips touched me.
I caressed his back and chest, finally reaching between us to take his massive dick in my hand. I stroked him, once, then twice, before he pushed my hands away.
“You need to stop or I’ll never get inside you.” He reached for his pants, taking out his wallet and then a condom. “I’m going to invest in a condom company. Maybe I’ll buy one so I never run out with you.”
His comment made me laugh, but it was bittersweet too. He was talking like we had a future. A future we’d never have.
He sheathed his dick and maneuvered us until he was sitting and I was straddling his thighs. His fingers ran through my hair. “Ride me, Beth. I love to watch you ride me.”