Other than my two-year relationship, any kind of sex felt forced and empty. And being an outsider in a world obsessed with sex was exhausting.
But with Ash, our chemical reaction was on a nuclear level. He was so damn sexy to me, and everything he did or said made him more so.
I loved him, even if I hadn’t told him. It felt scary and too soon. Things between us were working too well. I didn’t want to jinx it or mess it up.
Overcome by the depth of my feelings, I couldn’t help but close the foot or so of space between my mouth and Ash’s cock.
If he was about to ruin me for anyone else, I wanted to give him the most pleasure possible.
I licked his tip, pressing my tongue into his slit before engulfing the head of his cock in my mouth. I held him on my tongue for a second, letting my saliva pool in my mouth around him. The slight remnants of his body wash mixed with the salty taste of his skin as I leaned my upper body toward his pelvis, sloppily taking more of him into me.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You look even better with my cock in your mouth. You like that?” he groaned.
Ash’s hands came up to slide all ten of his fingers into my hair, his fingertips pressed lightly against my scalp as he supported my head.
“Mmm,” I hummed, letting the vibration dance along his length as ittraveledfrom my throat to my tongue.
Ash choked out a half-moan when I increased my pace, trying to take as much of him in as possible, letting him enjoy the slickness of my mouth.
“Stop. Stop, sweetheart. I can’t take it. Your mouth is too hot for me not to nut if you keep going like that.”
The sides of my lips tipped up into a gratified smile as I slowly pulled my head back so his cock fell from my mouth.
A string of saliva, like a wisp of silk, connected us briefly before I shifted sideways on the bed to make room for him.
“Goddamn. That was so hot.”
“Yeah,” I agreed because nothing was hotter than Ash feeling pleasure.
Taking the hint, Ash knelt on the bed in the space I’d vacated, running a hand down my body from my throat to my desperate hard-on. The press of his palm as it journeyed across my skin was firm, like he was mapping the peaks and valleys of my pecs and abs, letting his fingertip drag over the crease of one hip, across my balls before trailing up the other side.
Finally, Ash wrapped his rough palm around my dick, not stroking, but gripping it like he intended to keep it for his own.
“You sure?” he asked calmly, as if my breath wasn’t sawing in and out of my chest like it was about to crack me open if he didn’t move his hand.
“Totally sure. Ash, please,” I answered, blindly stretching out to yank the bedside table’s drawer open enough to shove my hand in at an awkward angle, struggling to find the lube he kept there.
Locating the bottle, I palmed it and held it out to him, not even feeling the discomfort of contorting my wrist for the prize.
“Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get you ready.”
Lube in one hand, Ash positioned himself over me. I widened the space between my legs to an obscene split to give him room to work.
Leaving the bottle near my left hip, he brought his body flush on top of mine. Our skin sealed together from our chests to our balls.
With our faces millimeters apart, Ash paused, his gaze locked on mine. He didn’t close his eyes as he lowered his face to join our mouths together, and his tongue swiped along the seam of my lips.
With zero desire to deny him anything, I parted them, immediately pressing my tongue against the length of his as he invaded every corner of my mouth.
I couldn’t help but rock my hips upward repeatedly in an effort to ease the flood of desire that was pooled inside me.
Ash dropped his weight more fully onto me, halting my motions and diving deeper into our kiss. He added nips of his teeth to my top and bottom lips before soothing them with long sucks of his mouth, as if he was trying to consume my response to him.
I moaned quietly as he dragged his mouth from mine, skimming his lips and licking his way down the same path that his hand had taken earlier. The action was much quicker thanthe usual slow, devouring torture he put me through before he sucked my dick.
Ash turned to lean up on one elbow between my thighs, his back and ass pressing against my leg and ankle.
Retrieving the lube from beside me, he flipped the cap and drizzled a generous amount onto three fingers of his right hand.
