Julian
NEVER ONE TO mince words, Ashley rises on her toes and places her mouth near my ear. “Remember when you had your fingers inside me?”
The question sends a signal from my brain to my dick: Your fantasy is now reality. Time to engage. I want her so badly I can practically taste her on my tongue. She’d be sweet, tangy, and fucking delicious. With my throat dry as sandpaper, I choke out a scratchy response. “Yes.”
Her hand squeezes my cock through my slacks. “Can you imagine this there instead?”
Oh, I can imagine it all right. I’ve envisioned it a thousand times in my dreams. But for some wretched, unfathomable reason, I’m hesitating. I groan in frustration. “Are you at all worried that this could blow up in our faces?”
She laughs against my ear. “Nope. We won’t need our faces for what I have in mind.”
Her unconcern helps to push away my doubts. Be more like Ashley. Live in the moment. So I splay my fingers against her jaw and pull her in for a kiss. “Speak for yourself. I very much expect you to sit on my face multiple times.”
She moans and her eyes flutter closed as she presses into me. “I’ve always liked the way your brain works.”
Our lips connect, and said brain goes fuzzy for a moment. I’m fully familiar with suppressing my desire for Ashley, but now that we’ve given ourselves permission to simply enjoy each other, I’m still struggling to let go.
The sweetness of the wedding cake lingers on her tongue, and I should be eager to savor the taste—but I’m not.
Ashley pulls back and peers at me. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure.”
She pats my shoulder. “Ah, performance anxiety?” She nods at me gravely. “Understandable. I have high standards.”
I collapse against the closet door and massage the back of my neck. “Funny. Also, not helping.”
She spins around and takes stock of her surroundings while I try and fail to get out of my head.
She regards me with those doe eyes, her lips plump from our kiss. “I think you need visual stimulation. I do, too.” She stalks toward me and tugs on my slacks, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper, her face raised to watch my reaction. “There, that’s much better.” Her hands slip inside my pants and roam over my hips, her fingers brushing against my underwear. “Boxer briefs. Called it.”
I’m not sure how she can remain this calm when her touch alone makes me tremble. It’s fire and heat and the promise of much more. If I fuck this up, I’ll never forgive myself.
She steps back, claps her hands, and toes off her sandals. “Okay, we’ll focus on my needs later. Let’s get you relaxed first.”
Moving with more grace than I ever expected from her, she climbs on top of the bed and rises to her feet, standing in the center with her arms at her sides.
She lifts the skirt of her dress to her waist, revealing a scrap of material that’s probably marketed as panties but does nothing more than cover her pussy. I’m glad she unbuttoned my slacks because my dick hardens at the sight of all that supple skin.
With a wink at me, she lets the skirt drop down. “How are we doing so far?”
I press a hand to my dick. “It’s working. Why’d you stop?”
Is that me sounding like a petulant child? What is this woman doing to me?
“Tsk, tsk,” she says. “Be patient and you will be rewarded.”
I like the sound of that. And I like how Ashley is taking control, comfortable in her own skin and sweetly seductive now that she knows how she affects me. But I’d like to get to the even better stuff soon. “Be quick about it and you’ll be coming so hard you’ll see the entire Milky Way.”
She bends, crosses her arms in front of her, and whisks off her dress in seconds.
My gaze roams over every dip and curve of her body, caressing her with my eyes as I imagine doing with my hands and mouth. God, she’s going to bring me to my knees.
“Say something,” she says, her voice no longer as assertive as it was moments ago.
“I don’t think I can,” I say honestly. “Give me a minute.”
This is surreal. I’ve spent most of my adult years shoring up the gates that would lead to this, but we’ve thrown them open, and I don’t know where to begin. So many mind-blowing possibilities.
Her hands fly up over the cups of her lace-covered bra, and she steps forward. “Maybe we should forget this.”
“Don’t move, Ash.”
She freezes.
“I’m savoring, not hesitating.” I slide my hand across my stomach and down the front of my pants. “There’s a big difference.”
Her knees wobble, and she takes in a deep breath.
“Do you enjoy following instructions, Ash?”
She juts out her chest and raises her chin. “Depends.” There’s the confidence again.
“On what?”
“The person giving them and the potential payoff.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see how this goes, then.” I lick my lips and rub my hands together. “Let’s start with something simple so we can ease you into this, and if there’s anything you don’t want to do, tell me, okay? I only want what you want.”
She nods. “Okay.”
I push off the closet door and run a hand over my abs. “Show me those gorgeous tits.”