My legs begin to tremble and my body quakes as heat roars through me.
“Come for me, baby,” Ashton mumbles and continues his pace, bringing me flying over the edge as wetness seeps out of me and he licks every last drop.
“Verdict?” he asks, not the least bit concerned about how I’ll answer.
“That’s what it’s supposed to feel like?” I rasp, sitting up in bed, trying to catch my breath as Ashton leans in and kisses me.
“You’ve never had an orgasm before?” he guesses.
I blush and glance away nervously.
Ashton guides my chin up to meet his stare. His eyes shine. “Don’t ever hide from me,” he says with such conviction, my breath catches in my throat.
“Never,” I whisper.
“And you’re absolutely adorable when you come.”
“Now it’s your turn.” I smirk and push him onto his back, straddling him.
“We are not doing cowgirl for your first time,” Ashton says.
My eyes narrow, wondering why the hell not, but that wasn’t what I was intending. “I want to try to get you off with my tongue. Will you—guide me?” I ask.
I’m not nearly as skilled as Ashton is in oral, but I want him to feel amazing.
My kisses move lower across his chest and down his abdomen.
Ashton groans and rests his hands on my shoulders. “I want to say yes, but if you wrap your tongue around my cock, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop you tonight. Let’s just focus on you.”
“Quit being a gentleman; it’s so unlike you,” I grumble at him, and he laughs.
“A gentleman would buy you dinner before taking you to bed,” Ashton says, and then his brow pinches.
I glare at him. “If you so much as think of stopping, I’ll end you.”
He smiles and leans in, his lips brushing against mine. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He rolls us around on the bed, putting me on my back, his lips on my neck and his fingers between my thighs, teasing my folds apart.
I glide my hand across his stomach and then lower, grazing the head of his cock with my thumb. “You can’t tell me you’re ready yet,” I argue with him and wrestle Ashton onto his back, wanting control.
“You’re not going down on me, Nova,” he growls.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I mock him with his own words.
Ashton snarls at me, but I know it’s all playful—at least I think it is—until he whips us around and tackles me again on my back.
His mouth descends on mine, silencing me before I have time to object.
His hands press my hands into the mattress, intertwining our fingers together.
Those lips. His kisses.
My insides melt, and all thoughts of dominating him float away.
He grinds against my hips, and damn, do I feel ready to come undone all over again.
One hand relinquishes its grip as he guides his fingers across my hip, his touch tantalizing and burning a trail like hot embers over my skin.
The room swelters as my body heats up once again, solely from his touch.
