Long enough for my skin to start to prune.
More than long enough for my heart to break wide open for him.
And still he doesn’t seem ready to let go.
I can’t stand it anymore, though. Can’t stand the agony wracking him. Can’t stand the sorrow that throbs in the air around us. If he won’t talk to me, won’t share with me, maybe there’s another way to break down all the pain.
“You know what I really love about you?” I tell him, reverting to our previous conversation as I turn my head to press more kisses against his arm.
He clears his throat. “What?”
“Your dick.”
“What?” he asks with a startled bark of laughter that has his chest rumbling against my back and his hand loosening its death grip on my hip.
I take advantage of his amusement and shrug out of his hold. Then I’m turning to face him, dropping to my knees in front of him.
“Tansy, baby, you don’t have to do this,” he says, but his hands are already tangling in my hair and his voice is so deep it’s almost unrecognizable.
“I don’t have to do anything, Ash.” I lean forward and press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, relishing the way it twitches just a little against my lips. If he won’t let me comfort him, at least I can make him feel good. Or I hope I can. This is still really new to me. “I want to.”
Bending down, I slide my hands up the back of his legs to his firm, toned ass. Cup it in my palms. Then I lean forward and pull him slowly, carefully, into my mouth.
It’s new to me. Ash and I have made love numerous times in the last couple of days, but I’ve never done this to him before and I want to. I really want to. I just don’t want to make a mistake and hurt him. I want it to be good for him.
Ash’s hands tangle in my hair as I suck him slowly, slowly, into my mouth. “Tansy, baby, that feels—”
He breaks off and I nearly stop to ask him what he was going to say. Good? Bad? It feels what? But the way he’s urging me on, one hand stroking my jaw while the other tugs at my hair, makes me think that maybe I’m doing an okay job of this.
Determined to make it good for him, I lick at him slowly, circling my tongue around his cock even as I gently suck. He groans, his fingers tightening, so I do it again, then again.
But I’m curious. Now that I’m down here on my knees, I want to explore all of Ash. I want to learn what he likes and what drives him absolutely crazy. So, letting instinct guide me, I go lower, licking my way across his balls with gentle flicks of my tongue that have him arching and pleading with me for more.
I have to admit, I like it. Like the sounds he makes, like the feel of him moving against my mouth, like the needy way that words are falling from his lips. I want to do this forever, want to feel like this forever. Desirable. Powerful. Tempting.
“Baby, please,” Ash gasps. “I’m so close already. Please …”
Because he asked nicely, and because I’m just as anxious as he is, I lick my way back up to where he wants me. As I do, I notice there’s a drop of pre-ejaculate on the head of his cock and I feel myself grow hot and wet at the sight. Curious to know what it tastes like—what Ash tastes like—I lean forward and lick it off.
Salty. Earthy. Rich and warm, like Ash.
He groans, tugs at my hair some more. “Tansy.”
It’s a warning and a plea and though I’m enjoying my newfound power, I also have no desire to torture Ash. Not when I get so much pleasure from giving him pleasure. So leaning forward, I swallow him whole, sucking him all the way inside my mouth. I use my lips on him, use my mouth and tongue and throat to learn as much of him as I can.
He groans, thrusts against me, and I lightly, lightly, scrape my teeth along his length, just to see what he’ll do.
“Fuck, Tansy!” He loses it then, goes careening over the edge I hadn’t even known he was close to.
With a hoarse shout, he arches forward, thrusts again and again against my mouth. He’s in control now, fucking me, but I’m okay with that. Ash has given me so much these last few days, has given me everything, and I want to do the same for him. I need to give him the same pleasure that he’s given me over and over again.
“I’m going to come,” he mutters, thrusting once more into my mouth before trying to pull out.
But I don’t want that. I want all of Ash, want him to come in my mouth if he’ll enjoy it. So I tighten my grip on his ass, hold him firmly in place as I once again take control. I suck him deep, then pull back, polishing the head of his cock with my tongue while he curses over and over again.
Then he’s thrusting against me, once, twice. Pouring into me with long, brutal jerks of his hips.
His orgasm goes on and on and I love every second of it. I love knowing that I did this to him. I love knowing that he wants me, needs me. And most of all, I love bringing him pleasure, love seeing Ash’s normally tense face relax as ecstasy sweeps through him.