It was the first time I’d ever felt her in this way, rubbing my hard cock against her core. She followed my lead pretty quickly and started doing the same against me. I kissed her with all the passion and hunger of a famished man. She met each and every push and pull I delivered. My hand moved under her bra, and I knew I needed to stop, but I couldn’t fucking help myself.
I wanted this all week, and I allowed the desire and yearning for her to completely take over me. She felt fucking incredible against my fingers and in the palm of my hand. Everything with Sage was indescribable. It didn’t matter how many girls I had been with nothing came close to this.
It excited me in ways I never thought were possible. The emotions and lust I felt for her made everything more real and complete.
Our movements became headier and more urgent since we were both searching for something. When I pushed aside her bra and kissed my way down to her breasts, her back arched off the bed of my truck. Her hips moved faster against my cock, and I kept up the same momentum. I opened my eyes to look at her, desperately wanting to see her breasts. I cupped it again, and it fit flawlessly in the palm of my hand. Her cherry nipples were just the right size. Taut, just waiting for me to suck them into my mouth.
I did.
Through a hooded stare, I looked up at her. Sage’s mouth was parted, her face flushed, her chest rose and fell at a rapid speed as she fisted the blanket beneath her. This embrace was much different than the last. My lips were rough but smooth against hers, my touch firm yet gentle. Her heart drummed so unbelievably fast, I felt it against my chest.
Her body molded perfectly with mine. It was the most overwhelming and consuming feeling I’d ever felt in my entire life. There would be no coming back from this.
From her.
Us.
This deep connection was evident from the first time we’d laid eyes on one another.
Sage’s lips were meant to be on mine. My body was meant to be on top of hers.
She was my girl.
Had she always been my girl?
“Fuck … you feel good,” I painfully groaned.
My thoughts.
My words.
They all seemed to be scrambled together.
“Ashton,” she erratically breathed, panting breaths on my lips.
“What, baby?”
“I want you.”
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” I confessed, holding on by a thread.
“Please…”
I wouldn’t fuck her here. I’d have to wait. Though, I could give her a taste of what was to come.
Her.
A lot.
I slid my hand down her body until I reached the edge of her panties, and she spread her legs wider. I could already feel the wetness through the silk when my fingers found her pussy.
She shamelessly moaned, leaning her head back and urging me to keep going. Thank God no one was here but us. I shifted her panties to the side and touched her pussy for the first time. She shuddered, kissing me deeper, harder, faster.
Her pussy lips were soft.
Bare.
No fucking hair.
Just the way I loved it.
My fingers moved to her opening, soaking up her wetness and rubbing back and forth on her clit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
The only reply she could muster was another heady moan as I glided my fingers into her opening, going right for her g-spot while she swayed her hips with the same momentum.
“Oh, God…”
I released a growl from deep within my chest, watching her come apart, or at least I thought.
“You like that, baby? Does that feel good? Huh? Tell me, tell me it feels good,” I huskily urged.
“Ashton…” was all she managed to say.
In less than a couple of seconds, her body turned scorching hot and her face bright red.
“Oh, God…” she repeated, panting. “This can’t be happening again. I’m burning up!”
“Good, babe, I want you to feel like you’re on fire for me.”
“No! Ashton, I’m actually burning! My vagina is two degrees short of boiling fucking water!” She pushed me off of her, and I could honestly say, this was the first time a woman had ever done so.
“Sage, what’s wrong?”
She instantly grabbed my hands, reaching for my finger with the band-aid on it. “Oh. My. God. Of course! Of course, this would happen to me!”
“What?” I couldn’t keep up with how irrational she was being.
She didn’t waver, immediately trying to jump out of my truck. I saw it happen, but I couldn’t stop it. When I went for her, I was too late. Sage stumbled over her own two feet, falling flat on her face in the grass.
“Oh shit!” I jumped off, crouching beside her. “You okay?”
“No,” she bellowed, almost on the verge of tears.
“What do you need? What can I do?”