Her Last Wild Ride

He groaned deep in his throat and pulled back. Color slashed his cheeks. “I need you now, Ash.”

I liked him calling me Ash. I looked at him, feeling wanton and powerful. “So have me.”

He lifted me down off the counter and brought me over to the oak counter that ran along the back wall which had a huge mirror hanging over it. I got a jolt to see us

reflected, Johnny so tall and dark behind me. My skin was flushed, eyes huge and bright. He pressed me close to the counter and came behind me. I could feel his cock between us just above my ass.

He wrapped an arm around me and his head came down where he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“I saw you and wanted to do this.”

I felt breathless because his other hand was on my ass now, cupping it, smoothing.

“Do what?”

And then I groaned out loud when he slid his fingers between my legs over the gusset of my panties, parting my legs. And then I realized why he had his arm around me as my legs shook.

He stroked me back and forth through the material of my panties, and I could hear the slickness of my body. Biting my lip, begging him silently through the mirror where our eyes met, I almost screamed when he slipped underneath the material to my wet flesh, fingers parting my lips and releasing even more wetness.

His eyes flashed with masculine pleasure. “Jesus, you’re soaked.”

I tried to glare at him but it didn’t really come off because he was sliding a long finger inside me now, slowly, and easing it out again, watching me all the while. And then it was two fingers. My back arched at the exquisite sensation and I had to close my eyes.

“Open your eyes, Ash.”

Ash. The way he said it made me want to purr like a little kitten.

His arm around me moved, and a hand came over one breast, fingers trapping a nipple and squeezing. I couldn’t breathe. His fingers were moving faster now, thrusting deep inside my body.

“Christ...Johnny...”

“What is it?” He kissed me again, hot and wet on my shoulder, mouth open, sucking hard, and then soothing with his tongue.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him in the reflection of the mirror. And when he looked up at me with those dark blue eyes, hot with lust, I came around his fingers in a spasming rush like the greenest of virgins being touched for the first time.

My whole body was still pulsating when Johnny removed his fingers from my clenching pussy. As I watched, still coasting on a wave of ecstasy, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked one of the fingers that had just been inside me, fucking me.

Shit. Was there anything sexier than a man wanting to taste your very essence?

Then his arm released me and he growled softly, “Don’t move.”

I wanted to laugh at the notion but I was still too stunned. He credited me with way too much control. He disappeared from sight for a moment and then he reappeared, his eyes cast down. I looked behind and almost groaned to see him roll a condom onto that hard dick, jealous of the latex.

It looked even bigger now. Angry. And I would have thought I was too sensitive, that it was too soon, that two fingers had felt full, but then he was behind me again, arm around me, and suddenly I was desperate for him. When he spread my legs my clit throbbed.

His fingers yanked my panties aside again and he stroked me, surprisingly gently over the sensitized cells of my pussy. And then I could feel the broad head of him at my entrance and pushed back against him.

Our eyes locked in the mirror as Johnny slowly impaled me with his cock. He saw my eyes widen, and I bit my lips. My eyes watered slightly. He pressed close, impaling me more.

“Okay?”

I moved experimentally. Okay? It was more than okay. I nodded. I couldn’t speak. I’d never felt so full and yet so greedy for more.

Johnny took his arm from around me and put his hands on my hips, drawing me back toward him so that my body bent forward more, arms resting on the counter.

“Nearly there, sweetheart.”

I was about to ask what he meant when he thrust again and suddenly I could feel him touching me, deeper than anyone ever had before. I gasped, and my fingers flexed and curled tight on the countertop. And still our eyes were locked.