A glimpse of the red triangle of hair between her legs made him groan. He’d felt her, spread her heat, traced her contours, and now he was going to taste her. There was nothing he wanted more.
She yelped when he hooked his arms beneath her legs. Before she could object, he slid his palms down the insides of her thighs and lowered his head.
“I’m going to lick your pussy,” he told her.
Her body grew very still when his lips brushed her belly. She sucked in a breath and held it. Nuzzling her mound, he slid his tongue between her full pussy lips.
The wet spot on the front of his boxer briefs was getting bigger with every passing second. Tasting her sweet honey was taxing his self-control like nothing else he’d ever experienced. She was so responsive, so utterly soft and willing beneath his tongue.
He used his thumbs to spread her swollen sex and expose her core. She was soft and pink. Her juices dribbled through her folds, and her opening flexed when he blew a soft stream of air across it. He applied his tongue in even strokes to her tender flesh. She squirmed, her back arching.
Loving her reaction, he buried his face between her legs and lapped at her pussy until his mouth was saturated with the sunshine taste of her nectar. He pushed the tip of his tongue into her opening and felt her squeeze him. Suckling her clit, he nipped it lightly.
Her hands twisted in the duvet, and her taste grew more erotic. She was rising, heading toward climax. His cock strained against his boxers, the cotton rasping like sandpaper against his sensitive head.
She cried out when she came, her pussy clenching tight as her low wail lifted the hairs on the back of Trip’s neck. He continued to nuzzle her, pushing her just a little higher until he felt her snap inside, and her cream turned sweet on his tongue.
Limp on the bed, she made no protest when he ran his tongue up her belly and began to unbutton her pajama top. When he finally spread it open, he decided Christmas morning had nothing on what he was getting right now. Her breasts were soft and full and perfectly round. Each pale mound was topped by a pink nipple that beaded into a tight point beneath his gaze. Her flat belly swooped into the lush hips he’d felt that first night when she’d ridden him into oblivion. She looked as if Mother Nature had molded her to his specifications.
He braced his weight on his hands and held himself over her body so he could see her face. “You’re perfect, Ashton, and right now I’m the luckiest man alive because I get every inch of you to myself.”
She reached up and pulled him down for a kiss. He wondered if she tasted her own essence on his lips. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, she sampled him before growing bold. He let her take control of their kiss, and she made love to him with her mouth until he was straining against her.
His arms were shaking, his muscles threatening to collapse as the blood rushed to his groin. His shaft was iron hard, the head engorged and painful. He broke away from her mouth and hissed in pleasurable agony.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
He ground the words out. “I want to be inside you, Ashton. I’ve been waiting for this since that night in the museum. I need you.”
“Top drawer of my nightstand.”
His lust-induced haze cleared long enough for him to realize she was talking about protection. Dragging himself away from her delectable body, he rummaged in the drawer until he came up with a handful of gold foil packets.
He held one up. “Do I even want to know why you’ve got a whole package?”
“Wouldn’t it be worse if there was only one left?”
There was no arguing with that logic—as if he was in any shape to argue anyway. He’d be lucky if he didn’t spill his load on her leg on the way in. He held the package between his teeth and managed an ungainly move to get out of his too-tight boxers.
Finally on his knees before her, he dragged in a ragged breath. His hands shook when he ripped the foil and removed the latex disc.
“You need help with that, Captain?”
He let her take it from his hand and fit it over the head of his erection. His cock throbbed at her touch. A groan tore from his throat as she smoothed the white sheath over his hot skin. Unable to wait a second longer, he reached down and fit his cock to her pussy.
He pushed past her tight entrance, going as slow as he could. Her welcoming heat drew him in. He watched her expression. She closed her eyes and arched her back, and he was lost.
Trip slid in deep until his balls rested against her ass and the hood of her clit was spread against his pelvic bone.
There were no marching cadences or flight calculations this time, nothing but the mindless rhythm of sex. He fucked her in slow, penetrating thrusts that made his heart pound. Sweat trickled down his spine. The relief of being inside her was almost canceled out by the need to come.
Her cunt was so wet the noises of their coupling filled the room. Arching up, she met every thrust. Each stroke made her sigh, the tiny noises growing more and more desperate. He focused on that, on the sounds they made together, of his cock filling her again and again. She began to melt, and he knew she was close. Her hands closed around his biceps, and her nails scored his skin.
It became too much. The long vein on the underside of his shaft throbbed, and he shouted as he released a thick stream of semen. He thrust hard and held tight. She quivered and then came apart as she orgasmed in waves that milked the last of his climax.
Trip rolled away and settled on the bed to avoid collapsing on her. The condom stuck to his softening cock with a faintly disgusting sensation. He hadn’t spent much time evaluating condom usage, but he did know that this was the first time he wished he could have sex without using one. What did that mean?
“I’ll be right back.” He rose and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Don’t move.”
He guessed correctly that the bathroom was directly across the narrow hallway. He disposed of the condom in the toilet and washed his hands. The face he saw in the mirror above the sink looked more relaxed and at ease than Trip had seen it in a long time.
Rummaging in the linen cabinet, he found a washcloth. He soaked it in warm water and went back to the bedroom. Ashton had rolled to her side so that she faced the doorway.
“What’s that?” She lifted her head, curiosity filling her green gaze.
Trip didn’t answer. Instead, he gently lifted her leg and began to clean her pussy with gentle strokes of the warm cloth.
“Oh!” Her stunned expression warmed him. Had she never been with any real gentlemen? “You don’t have to do that.”
“You keep telling me about all of the things I don’t have to do. Did you ever think that I might just want to do them?” He folded the cloth and enjoyed the sight of her folds beginning to swell anew with the attention.
“No? Yes? I don’t know.” She flopped onto her back. “That feels so good.”
He finished cleaning away the remnants of their lovemaking and lowered her leg. “All I want is to make you feel good. As good as you make me feel.”
There was still something shy and endearing about her expression. “Then come and lay with me.”
ASHTON FELT DAZED by what had just happened. Her life didn’t work this way. It didn’t include hot guys who were so good in bed she was afraid the pleasure would kill her. And it certainly didn’t include them washing her private parts after sex.
Really, he actually washed me.
She hadn’t had all that many sex partners. Trip was the fourth. Her first had been David Schwinn in high school. It had been such an unfortunate experience she’d waited until college to try again. Unfortunately, Adam Frank hadn’t been any better. By the time she’d reached thirty, Ash figured she’d expected too much out of sex in general. She’d settled down in a long-term relationship with a guy named James. That had slid quickly into boredom and had eventually fizzled out without too much disappointment for either of them.
Sex had always been an itch she couldn’t really scratch. She wanted it. Her body wanted
it. But when it was all over, she always felt the faint sense of being let down. Nothing had prepared her for Trip.
The bed moved beside her as he lay back down. Her nerves quivered, and she realized with mingled horror and shock that she was still horny. It wasn’t the desperate disappointment of previous encounters. It was more as if she couldn’t get enough of touching him, of being touched by him. Her pussy grew slippery and damp. It was something she was starting to attribute to Trip’s effect on her libido. Eventually, she would settle into that achy sensation she’d experienced on a regular basis since the Fourth of July.
Ashton’s mouth opened as if it had sprouted a mind of its own. “Have you ever had sex without a condom?”
She could actually feel his surprise before he rolled to his side and stared down into her face. “No. I haven’t.”
Where had that question even come from? Ash tried to get a handle on her emotions. Surely she was just experiencing some kind of hormone surge from the fantastic sex.
“Have you?” He brushed his fingers over her lips.
“No, but I haven’t been with that many people.”
A frown created two deep furrows between his dark brows. “And you think I have?”
She hadn’t meant to offend him. How could he not see himself like she did? The guy was a god. “You could walk into a room and crook your finger at any woman. She’d fling herself at you, no questions asked.”
“I could’ve used that piece of information in college.” His low chuckle made her belly knot with excitement. “Men don’t think that way, darlin’. We get shot down so often we’re usually afraid to engage, much less score.”
“Is that a pilot analogy?”
“I suppose it is.” He shifted on the bed, settling back against her pillows and drawing her body in close to his.
It was so natural. There was none of the stranger-to-stranger awkwardness she would have expected. Although, it was entirely possible that any hint of unease had been numbed by sheer physical attraction. The insides of her thighs were slick with cream from her aroused pussy. Was she always going to be this turned on around him? It wasn’t just the subject matter. It was his scent, the feel of his skin next to hers. The very fact that she was in bed naked with someone like him was a turn-on.
“I’ll tell you a secret.” He traced her spine with his fingers, drawing a shiver. “If a woman really wanted to hook up with a guy, she’d only have to tell him she was interested. No games, no traps, no subterfuge. All she’d have to do is tell him.”
“Yeah, but that would get her laid. Nothing more.” Ash realized he’d almost perfectly described the first time they’d been together. “Is that what happened that night during the fireworks? I told you I was interested, and you jumped at the chance to have some no-strings-attached sex?”
Tension rippled through the muscles beneath her cheek. Surprised, she lifted her head to look up into his face. Even in the shadowy light coming from her window, she could tell he was angered by her words. Why? It was true, wasn’t it?
“Don’t ever think that, Ashton.” He ground his teeth together, making his jaw muscles jump. “I was dead inside until that night. I fly C-130 transports for the medevac units. I was so tired of transporting young soldiers with their legs blown off, their eyesight or hearing lost, or just dead from a roadside bomb. I’d forgotten that there was still good left in the world. You made me remember.” He dragged her up the length of his body until they were eye to eye. “You were a beautiful breath of fresh air. Soft and willing, and so sweet I thought I might die. I don’t screw around. I haven’t been with that many people, and it had been three years for me before that night with you.”
“Three years?” She couldn’t help her stunned response. Was that normal for guys to go three years without sex?
“I got tired of meaningless fucking just to blow off steam. I can do that with my own two hands and no emotional baggage.”
His blunt words echoed her earlier thoughts about her own life. She’d gotten out of her long-term relationship because everything had become mechanical, a habit. She wanted more. She wanted passion, the thrill of being with that other person she just couldn’t be without. The feeling she got when she was with Trip.
Ash was suddenly, horribly, aware of the vast gulf between their lives. “So what now?”
“Why did you ask about unprotected sex?”
A tingle sparked between her legs. What else did she have to lose? She’d already lost her heart. “I’m on the pill. I used to get blood tests pretty regularly just because I worked in a dental office and OSHA required it.”
“The air force bleeds me dry for tests every quarter, darlin’, but you still didn’t answer my question.”
Her heart was pounding. Was it right to feel so brave and reckless when she was about to leap off an emotional cliff? This man would leave her again, just as he had after the Fourth of July. Why would she tie herself so thoroughly to someone who led an unpredictable life?
The truth hit like an avalanche. She didn’t want predictable. If she’d wanted predictable, she’d have taken what Gavin was offering, no questions asked. She didn’t want that. She wanted what Trip had to offer. Passion, excitement, the chance to touch the sun and feel the electricity of a lightning storm.
“Ashton?”
She ran her hand down his muscular abdomen, finding his cock, and captured it. He hissed, his hold on her faltering. She took advantage of his surprise, stroking him, playing with his shaft until he began to swell and thicken.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
She moved lower, blowing lightly on his belly. “I’m having unprotected sex.”
He groaned when her tongue circled the broad head of his cock. She took him deep then, holding her breath and nearly swallowing him whole. His fingers sank into her hair, flipping it out of his line of sight.
“Holy shit, watching you suck my cock is—damn—I could come like this.” He arched into her.
She laughed, letting the vibrations travel from her lips to his taut skin. His taste was strong and male, spicy with a hint of salt. She would have never thought it could be so arousing.
Scraping her teeth lightly across his flange, Ash sucked hard on the crest. She found his balls with her hand. Cupping them lightly, she felt them begin to tighten. She bobbed her head up and down, her motions mimicking the ebb and flow of sex. The vein on the underside of his cock swelled against her tongue, and her pussy grew wetter with desperate anticipation.
He tugged at her scalp. “No more, Ashton. We can’t have unprotected sex if I come in your mouth.”
The rush of power she felt at his words made her cunt drip with desire. This incredible man was hers. She wanted to feel him inside her, for him to be the first to sink into her body without a barrier.
She abruptly let his cock go. She sat up and pushed her duvet aside as she climbed astride him. “Help me.” She gazed into his face, her body spread and poised above his groin.
“Fuck.” His gaze bored into hers. “You are the sexiest woman alive. You know that?”
His hands closed about her hips, helping her lower herself. She reached down and fit the slick head of his cock to her entrance. He was wet with her saliva and his precum. She was too turned on to worry about the guttural noises coming out of her mouth.
He slid inside her body an inch at a time until her knees rested alongside him and she was riding him as she had that first night. The angle was similar, but everything else felt different. They were naked. No condom separated their flesh. His searing heat scorched her channel, and she flexed just to enjoy the sensation of having him inside her.
His fingers bit into her thighs. “Don’t move.”
Ash liked this position. He was spread below her, his abdomen bare and beautiful. His cock was planted so deep she had only to wiggle her butt in order to feel him brush the spot that drove her wild with need.
While she watched, he used his fingers to delve into her slit. He spre
ad the lips of her pussy and found her clit. Exquisite pleasure shot through her limbs when he began to rub her.
“Be still and I’ll make you come, darlin’.” He dipped his fingers into her cream and set a quick rhythm that made a wet sound. “Having you spread around me like this means I can feel your body getting ready.”
His erotic suggestions drove her to the point of pain. Her body awaited his command.
“See? You’re getting tighter. It feels like a vise on my cock. Tighter, hotter, everything closing around me as it gets ready to melt.” Two fingers made quick circles around her clit. She thought she might explode from the sensation. Still he continued his hot commentary. “You feel so good when you come. My cock is already throbbing. It wants to feel the way you come apart. Can you sense it?”
She made an incomprehensible noise. She was too far along the road to climax to answer. Unable to hold still any longer, she began to rock against him.
“Fuck. I won’t hold on if you move like that.” He held her pussy open with his thumbs. When she ground against him again, she rubbed her clit on his crisp pubic hair. It drove her wild.
She did it again. And again, until she was pumping mindlessly, riding hard for the orgasm she couldn’t reach. Her desperate cry echoed around her bedroom.
“I’ve got you, darlin’. I’ve got you.” His murmur barely penetrated her haze.
Before she could protest, he’d rolled over and flipped her onto her back. From this new angle he could control the depth of his penetration. Every thrust made her sigh with delight. She groaned each time he withdrew, wanting more.
“You’re so wet, Ashton. Wet, hot, sexy as hell, woman. What am I going to do with you?” He kept talking as he pounded her pussy.
Nothing outside the sound and scent of sex existed. Her consciousness was narrowed to the feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, making him dig deeper. He fucked her hard, sweat rolling down his arms. She became aware of a warm pull radiating from her womb. It rolled and tingled as it spread. The liquid heat pooled in her spine before it exploded, and she climaxed in a wave that left her breathless with release.
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