But she reaches behind and unclasps her bra, tugs off the straps and lets her beautiful breasts spill out.
My mouth is dry as the desert. Shit. I have to focus on her. This isn’t about me. I want to give, not take for once. Show her she comes first.
Make her come first.
“I’m going to taste you now,” I say and she whimpers, her legs shaking. “Lie back, on your elbows.”
I plan on making her scream with pleasure.
Chapter Eleven
Audrey
Ash’s blue eyes nail me, dark with arousal. He can’t seem to catch his breath, and his finger keeps stroking me where I burn with need.
It’s Ash. Ash, with his square jaw and soft mouth, his shiny dark hair tousled and silky¸ his shoulders wide and muscled.
I need him. I’m nearly going mad with desire. I burn and shiver and my whole body is one heartbeat, from the top of my head, to my breasts, all the way low in my belly.
And he looks at me like he knows—he’s fully aware of what he’s doing to me, how I want him. Flashing me a confident grin, he lets his gaze roll over my naked body, lingering on my breasts until I’m about to scream with frustration.
“Please,” I murmur. I remember how he licked them and sucked on them, and the memory’s enough to turn the heat up.
His finger flicks over my clit and I gasp, my legs opening wider. I want him inside me.
But he’s still fully dressed and although his erection bulges, he doesn’t seem inclined to undress. And before I can ask him to, beg if I have to, he drags a chair closer, sits and places both of his hands on my inner thighs, spreading me.
It’s an odd feeling—the cool air hitting my most private, throbbing parts—but then his tongue laps at me, rough and hot.
Undoing me.
I fall back on my elbows, my breasts tingling, ripples of pleasure shooting up from where he’s holding me and torturing me so perfectly. I moan, needing more.
And he gives me more. His fingers slide inside my core, pressing and stroking, and I can’t stop the cry building up in my throat. I’m so close.
He looks up at me and presses his mouth more firmly, eating me up, as his fingers fuck me harder.
“Ash!” I shudder and shake as lightning pleasure goes through me, waves and waves of it, hitting me one after the other, shattering me. I sob for breath, and he still licks at me, still touches me, prolonging my orgasm, wringing every last drop of it, until I fall back on the table, limp and drained.
I wanted him inside me, but god this was mind-blowing. My body sings with pleasure, and my every muscle is lax and heavy.
Arms slip under my back, under my knees, lifting me. No energy is left in me. I wrap an arm around Ash’s neck and let him do what he pleases with me.
Boy likes carrying me. I could get used to that. Could get used to his deep smell, the warmth of his skin, the feel of his strong muscles, the way tendons bulge on the side of his neck.
“Auds...” he whispers.
Yeah, I could also easily get used to the way he speaks my name, low and full of desire.
He sits down on the sofa, on the sheets where he sleeps, keeping me on his lap. He holds me, his arms like steel around me, his face buried in my hair. He’s still fully hard; I can feel his erection against my leg.
“I’m sorry,” he says against my skin.
“What for?” My body feels liquid, draped all over him.
“Ignoring you back in school after we kissed.”
I nod. I still don’t really get it. He went through some rough times, I know that now, but still... “It’s all right.”