My eyes flared. “What have you done with the real Ashrika?”
“Let me show you.” A cheeky grin flashed around her pink lips before she ate up the distance between us and backed me up against a counter. She pushed up onto her toes and cupped my face. And in dire contrast to the untamed look in her eyes, her lips moved over mine in a slow seductive dance of tongue, teeth, and lips. My cock, hard and impatient strained against my shorts.
Gripping the counter on either side of me, I gave her free rein, letting her lead. I drank her soft moans as they flowed from her mouth to mine. She stepped back and with her eyes on me, lifted my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Her lips soft, wet and warm, she kissed my chest, rolled her tongue around my nipples, tasting and teasing before using her tongue to explore every inch of exposed skin.
She bit down on a tight bud. “Ash,” I hissed.
I struggled to breathe as her mouth and hands blazed a heated path down my chest to my stomach and up my arms. I leaned back against the counter, the boom of my heartbeat filling my ears, louder and faster with each exhale. I didn’t want to say it—I shouldn’t have thought it—but I had to. Krisha was fading away into the background as this woman, slowly lowering to her knees in front of me, took her place. She stole my heart with all the right words, manipulating my body with the perfected touches, and blinding my emotions with only a smile. Was it wrong that I wanted every single one of those feelings, every minute, every hour, and forever?
When she pressed her lips against the front of my shorts, over my cock alternating soft, gentle kisses with tiny nips of her teeth, I sucked in a breath. When her teeth grazed the soft fabric and bit down on the head, I stopped breathing. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yanked her up and crashed my lips to hers. The erotic slide of her tongue against mine as she deepened the kiss had me grabbing her ass and crushing her body to mine. For just a moment, she allowed me to devour her mouth, sucking, biting and nibbling before she pulled back, her ragged pants matching my strained breath.
“No. My way or no way,” she rasped.
“Ash,” I growled. “I need to fuck you now.”
She arched a brow at me. “What? No foreplay?” Her lips curved in decadent smile, her gaze dropping to the bulge in my crotch. Watching me, she slid her hand inside the edge of my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my hard cock, slowly gliding back and forth and coaxing another hoarse groan from my lips. The slither of my shorts as it fell to the floor, barely registered. She shifted her gaze to watch the crazy wildfire her hands ignited over my shaft and I was ready to fuck her on the counter I leaned against.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to my body. “Ever played with fire, sweetheart?”
“No,” came the quick reply following with a cheeky smile.
I inched my hand under her skirt, dragging slow fingertips up her thighs until I reached her pussy. I paused when I felt her wet heat. No panties, just her drenched pussy leaking onto her bare thighs. “No panties, Ash.” She gasped and thrust her hips when I slid a finger between her soaked folds and pinched her clit. Her fingers frozen on my cock as a low moan escaped her lips. And just when I thought I had her where I wanted, she stepped back trying hard to hide her arousal but she knew I knew better.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Instead of moving, she ran a slow gaze over my naked body. “If I don’t get my way, you’ll have to tie me down if you want me.”
“I don’t need to tie you down, Ash.” At her arched brow, I shrugged. “I just have to touch you.” I grinned, loving the invite. I lunged for her and she stepped out of reach.
Then with her eyes on me she slipped her fingers inside the edge of her skirt and in a provocative twist of her body, she slid it down her thighs, giving me a generous glimpse of her shapely ass. “What say we up the ante?”
“I’m listening.” I folded my arms over my chest and waited.
She took a step toward me while sliding her top off, leaving us both naked except for her bra. A thin tease of black lace I wanted to rip off with my teeth. Standing in front of me, she pushed gently at my chest until I sank backward into the bench seat that skirted the table behind me. I allowed her to guide me, wanting to see what she planned to do. Leaning forward, she placed a knee on either side of my thighs, her gaze holding mine steady.
“Would you explode if I touched you?” Her tongue peeked out to lick her lips.
I probably would. “Not likely.”
“Rest your hands on the table,” she instructed, and I did. My eyes on her, I spread out my hands on the table. With her kneeling over me I was hard-pressed not to grab one of those and suck hard until she cried out. “No touching,” she warned, and I grinned.
Her subtle control intrigued me and the ache in my balls made me impatient to take her. She surprised me when she gripped my cock and slowly lowered her body, widening her knees with each inch down. Anticipation forced my hips to jerk upward to meet her pussy. She restrained me with a press of her knees, her eyes scolding me. Then with a seductive roll of her hips, she rubbed the head of my cock over her clit. The subtle sensation had me clenching my fists to prevent grabbing her hips and impaling her on my cock.
“God, Ash.”
Her husky laugh, low and sexy threatened my control. She rolled my cock around her pussy lips once more, this time letting just the head slip inside the heat of her slick entrance, and I moaned with her. She leaned forward and nipped at my neck, then ran her tongue over my nipples. She bit down hard before soothing it with her tongue flattened against my skin. All this, while her hips slowly undulated over my cock, the sensitive head French kissing her pussy and begging for more.
I sucked in a breath. Liquid heat pumped fire through my veins. The wicked sensation of her riding just the head of my cock was enough to make me want to force her down. “Ash,” I muttered, closing my eyes against the sexy torture. I didn’t know she had it in her to manipulate me into obeying her request not to move.
Gripping me tighter with her pussy lips, she sank down a little more, and picked up her pace. I groaned, wanting all of her. Still in control, she reached for my hands and placed them on her hips. “Now, you can touch,” she whispered before slanting her mouth over mine.
This time our mouths connected softly, almost testing each other’s control to see who’d give in, and I was tempted. Greedy, I drank from her lips, stroking my tongue over hers in mind-drugging licks that left us panting when we parted.
Our gazes locked, I slid my arms around her, supporting her full weight. “Ash, please,” I moaned. She nodded then she sank down on my cock, sheathing me fully. I inhaled sharply, loving the feel of her slick heat encasing me, holding me snug. Gripping her ass, I guided her back and forth, letting her feel the slide of my cock, the position allowing me to go deeper.
“Oh, God, Trent, I need to come,” she begged, her seduction forgotten.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
