CHAPTER SIX
ASHLEY
For the first time in a very long time, years probably, my brain shut off its nagging and its anxiety-riddled poison and only had one very simple thought thrumming through it: I need you.
It was so vulnerable, so aching, so direct. Every care or worry I'd ever had melted away and propelled me to where we were crashing into each other at the foot of my bed, fingers working desperately against buttons and zippers and hooks until we were bare, exposed, and starving.
The feel of his skin against mine sent me collapsing against him. I'd forgotten how intimate, how beautiful, how achingly sexy it was just to feel someone's body on mine. Our kisses left me ravenous but this was something entirely different. I didn't care what it was, I just wanted more, more, more.
Charlie's fingers grazed across my skin like he was charting me, memorizing how my body curved and moved. Our kisses deepened and intensified, left me panting and delirious, but he slowed his pace and continued tracing my outline. The frenzy lifted until my heart calmed and I explored his broad shoulders and firm abs, the bulges in his arms and the small tuft of hair across his chest and sent liquid heat straight to my center. Charlie was rugged, solid, powerful. He was a real man, not the childish fluff pouring out of frat houses.
His fingers dragged across my thighs, igniting a small series of explosions in my veins, and finally, finally, curved upward towards my breasts. My breath froze and my lips froze as I waited for him to caress my nipples, the parts of me most neglected after my instituted abstinence. He traced their swells with a touch soft as a whisper, but stopped just shy of where I needed him to touch me.
A groan of frustration escaped and I felt him laugh against my lips. "Do you like when I touch you there?" He whispered, his words turning into kisses. "Does it feel good?"
I gave the tiniest of nods, my entire body otherwise a tightened string waiting for the release of his touch. Slowly, so slowly, he ran his fingers across my nipples and encircled them in tandem. The sensation was so intoxicating tears pricked at my lids.
"I'm very intuitive." His hard cock pressed against my legs and my hands greedily grabbed for it. He was thick and long, like every other part of him, with the promise of total annihilation. My legs fell open, like jelly, at the slightest touch of him. His head dragged against the lips of my pussy and stole my breath. "And intuition is telling me you haven't been touched like this in a long time."
He pressed his cock against my clit and my head fell back as I gasped. This was better than any dildo on the planet and he wasn't even inside me yet. Over and over he moved it in small circles against me. Fire engulfed my veins in sheer pleasure. I shook my head because no, no one had touched me like this in years... touched me like this ever.
Charlie kissed my collar bone, my neck, and then sucked on my earlobe. "I'd like to remedy that immediately. But I need you to tell me this is okay. Tell me I can have you."
It was the sexiest thing I think anyone had ever said to me. The whole evening had progressed into something of a fantasy and I was afraid to wake up. Still, I licked my lips and looked deep into his eyes. His cock was still on my clit and my nails were digging into his arms, and I finally found my voice.
"Charlie Vermont, I need you to fuck me."
The smile on his face would have been enough to make me wet if I hadn't already been drowning. He dipped his head, his soft dark hair brushing against my chest, and licked my nipple. I was so caught up in the feeling of him I nearly fell over and had to grab him again. He looked up at me, demanding my gaze as he claimed my breast with my mouth. He replaced his cock with his fingers, sliding into me as he licked and sucked and bit against me.
It was too much and yet it wasn't enough. Euphoria seized my chest and my vision started to wane as hot licks of pleasures claimed my body and promised something delicious on the other side.
"Not yet, beautiful." Charlie left my breasts, leaving them cold and me frustrated as his fingers slipped away. "While I want you to come many times tonight, I want the taste of your first orgasm on my tongue."
He laid me down on the bed tenderly and left soft kisses as he trailed down my body. I was fighting a losing battle against succumbing to the growing demands of an orgasm on the brink. I tried to steady my breath and watch his head disappear between my legs, his hair tickling the inside of my thighs. He gently blew across my lips and my legs fell open wider, an invitation and a plea for him to end the delicious misery coiled within me.
Charlie hovered over my clit and flicked his tongue across it once. I couldn't contain the cry of pleasure that erupted. His smile was so wicked, so sexy, I almost came the second his tongue touched me again. I knew, right then, I could do this forever. I could lay naked on this bed for all time while this man licked me from sun up until sun down.
I closed my eyes and pressed my head into the pillow as his tongue reached further, explored deeper. The sensations constantly changed, taking me from the utter brink of orgasm into a more settled euphoria. This man was not just a god carved from stone, his tongue was a gift from the divine, something mortals only ever dreamed of.
Every lick, every nibble, every suck on my clit stole breath from my body but filled me with the very thing I'd been missing for so long. He ran his tongue across my opening with a low growl and then commanded, "Ashley. Look at me. I want you to look at me as I make you come."
I obeyed. I watched him fuck me with his tongue, suck and bite my clit with his teeth, and slip two fingers into me. One more suck of my clit and I was unable to hold back any longer. The most powerful orgasm I'd ever had shuddered through me, leaving my mind blissfully blank as my body shook and cried and every nerve ending exploded. Charlie licked up all my juices as I came on his face, sucking me clean and coaxing on the orgasm until I was left weak and wide-eyed in disbelief of what just happened in my own bedroom.
He crawled up my body, stopping to lavish my breasts with his hot tongue, and pressed his mouth, covered in the taste of me, against my own. It was something I'd only ever seen in porn, and it was one hundred times hotter in person, licking my own juices from his mouth.
But where I was weak, he was now ravenous. His own carnal needs surged through him as he gripped me tight and pressed his cock against my tender opening. The feel of him stirred me back to life. That hunger that said it wasn't satisfied. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he positioned himself right over me, stopping only to steal my gaze as he filled me with the cock I could have only imagined in my wildest dreams. The press of his cock, stretching me, stole my breath again and shot heat through my veins.
He moved slowly but I shook my head. "Don't be gentle."
Charlie pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes full of words his mouth couldn't seem to express, and he kissed me softly. As soon as our lips parted, he slammed his cock into me with the force of his full weight and my vision went blurry. A growl escaped him again and he pulled himself upright, flipped me over, and yanked me to the edge of the bed. A heavy hand ran the length of my spine as he lined himself up against me, then grasped my hips firmly.
His thrusts awakened within me something primal. We went beyond sex and straight into fucking, with his cock filling me endlessly and my fingers pleasuring my clit between the press of our bodies. The sounds of his growling and grunting stirred me into a frenzy and I came while he never stopped thrusting.
I wanted to see him come. I wanted to see what I did to him, what our sex did to this man whose reputation made me blush. I crawled away from him before he could pound back into me, straddled the bed on my knees, hooked my finger, and beckoned him to me. Charlie steadied himself and let me lead him to the headboard, where I could straddle him and kiss him and hopefully come again.
The look on his face threatened to break me. There was nothing else that claimed his attention, nothing else he looked to want more than me. As I slid on to him, and his groans filled my ears as he used my hips to fuck him to orgasm, I felt myself slipping. We barely knew each other, he was not my type, and yet, as we came together for a final time, I knew I couldn't let him go.