His voice drops to a husky purr as he moves behind me again and trails a couple fingers lightly down my neck, drawing goosebumps. “I’d sensitize your skin so I could make you come with the slightest touch. I’d explore you for hours so I knew exactly where your most erogenous spots were, and then I’d work those spots until you were so mad with desire you couldn’t remember your own name.”
He runs his fingers across my shoulders, and I shiver under the touch before he moves in closer so his body presses against me from behind.
“Is that something you’d let me do, Gray?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper. “Would you give me control and trust me with your pleasure?”
My first instinct is to say, “Fuck yeah,” but it sounds too good to be true. There has to be a catch.
“What aboutyourpleasure?” I ask.
Ash’s hand curls up gently around my neck under my chin and pulls my head against his chest. His other hand dips into my panties to massage my clit and I moan as I start to writhe against him.
“What some men don’t understand,” he says, “is that a woman’s pleasure can enhance their own. Some men will just fuck you until theycome, and they don’t care if you come too. But when I’ve got you coming so hard your eyes roll back in your head, your pussy is going to squeeze me like a vise, and that’s going to make me come all the harder. Your pleasureismy pleasure.”
I barely take in what he’s saying because his finger working my clit does indeed have my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Do you understand?” Ash asks, and I have to force myself to focus.
“What? Um, yeah. Right, like a vise,” I say against his hand still holding me just under my jaw.
He chuckles. “I think it’s time for me to make good on all this talk.”
I exhale as he pulls his hand out of my panties, but I squeak as he swings me up into his arms and heads back out toward the living room. He stops in the guest bathroom to pull a towel off one of the racks, then heads into the kitchen. He sets me down near the island and lays the towel on top of it.
“Ash, what-”
I cry out as he wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me onto the island. He presses me back onto it and pulls my panties off before he grabs my ankles and lifts them up so they’re resting on his shoulders.
He smiles down at me. “I’ve been waiting to taste you for weeks now,” he says as he runs his hands down my thighs. Goosebumps follow in their wake, and he chuckles again.
“If you agree to let me be your Dom,” he says, “the next time we do this you’ll have nipple clamps on, a plug in your ass, and your hands will be tied to my headboard.”
My mouth falls open. I feel like I should say something, but how exactly does one respond to that? Was that a threat? A promise?
Then the opportunity to say anything is lost as Ash pushes my knees open, lowers his head, and begins to feast on me.
I cry out as he suctions his mouth around my clit before flicking his tongue against it.
“Fuck! Ash!”
I grind my hips against his mouth, and he makes a humming sound as he moves lower so he can spear his tongue into me.
My fingers find his hair, and I thread them through his semi-long locks, desperate to have something to hold onto as my pleasure starts to crescendo already. Ash fastens his mouth on my clit again, sucking hard, and it’s only a minute or so before I scream as my orgasm crashes over me. I’ve never come that fast in my life.
My body tries to buck off the island, but Ash presses a hand to the center of my chest and holds me down as his mouth continues to work me, coaxing the last throes of my climax from me as I moan and pant.
Finally, he lifts his head and looks down at me. I can’t speak as I take deep gulping breaths of air.
“My turn,” Ash says, and my eyes flare to realize there’s more to come.
I’m not sure my body can handle it.
Ash helps me off the island and turns me around so my back is to him. I sense him removing his boxers, and I let him press me down on the towel so I’m bent over the island.
“Are you alright?” he asks. “Can I fuck you again?”
Despite my concerns, I nod. Maybe I can’t take any more, but I’m going to try. “Yes. Fuck me again.”
“Don’t move,” he says, and I watch him head down the hall toward his bedroom. He comes back a few seconds later with a strip of about five condoms, and my eyes widen.
