I excitedly began pulling off my jeans as Ash began making out with my inner thigh. I was so wet, I couldn't tell if the wetness down there was from me or his lips. And boy, did that man waste no time getting to me.
I gasped with ecstasy as he began gnawing on me before he could even pull my panties off. I started moaning, and already, the pleasure was riding high. It would barely take any time.
Suddenly, a shiver ran through my body. As if on cue, Ash commanded, "Cum for me."
In literally any other instance, such an outcome wouldn’t have happened so fast. More foreplay was needed, less rush to the finish line. But because of everything from the last twenty-four hours, the last twenty-four months, and then some, it hardly took anything.
And then the first orgasm crashed through me.
"Oh god, Ash, baby, yes!"
As my tremors subsided, Ash ripped my panties off and began fingering me. I knew the orgasmic earthquake shivering through my body had not ended—far from it. It was the gift of being a woman that one orgasm didn’t end things for me—if anything, they signaled things were just starting.
My moans turned into yelps as Ash unleashed intense aftershocks upon me. Ash continued to finger me while moving up to suck on my breasts. As he nibbled on my nipples, I decided to assist him; I reached down to rub my clit, and our rhythms began aligning until my body began convulsing uncontrollably with orgasmic passion.
As my second orgasm subsided, Ash looked up at me. He had that devilish smirk on his face; it was one of the few details I’d forgotten from our sex life. How he could just fucking smile at me and melt me. Oh, it was fucking evil.
And I fucking loved it.
"Ready for more?"
I laughed. More? I mean, yes, but sex wasn’t masturbation—it involved the pleasure of two people!
"Yeah, but I thought we would be sharing our moment!"
"Then suck my cock."
I laughed at how quickly Ash had reverted to his usual dominance.
"Suck your own cock, you dirty pervert,” I said back to tease him.
Ash laughed at his own brashness. That was a response I didn’t expect. But then again, what would the fun be if sex could be entirely predictable?
"All right then, Callie, how about we suck each other?"
A little mutual foreplay, eh? Once again, I had to ask—who was I to say no? A third orgasm while I returned the favor?
The only concern was if he’d be so good, I wouldn’t be able to focus on pleasing him.
Something told me he wouldn’t mind.
"Okay!"
Ash leaned back as I turned around and backed up to sit on his face. I was so wet that I wasn't even sure his tongue was inside me at first. I began rubbing down on him and took off my shirt, something I hadn’t thought to do before—but was very glad to have finally done.
He squeezed my ass then gently pushed me forward towards his cock. I hurriedly pushed through his clothing to find my treasure. I heard a muffled moan as he reached forward for a breast, using it to pull me back a bit so he could get deeper inside.
And then, finally, I got his clothes off, and I could see what I’d waited over a year for.
His cock.
I admired its thickness, its strength, and its man. I couldn’t hold myself back. I began stroking and sucking on him.
He moaned, a deeper moan than I could recall—perhaps a sign that he, too, had waited far too long for this. I could tell he was struggling to focus on sucking my clit.
I knew that Asher was struggling to focus on helping me cum a third time, but I felt a great pleasure from his overwhelming passion. If anything, I felt pride in having the skills to hold him at bay, as I was sure he would have spontaneously combusted if my third orgasm came too quickly.
"Oh my god, Callie, I'm about to cum!"
