by Kaylee, Katy
“Ash…what…” Her hand came down over her pussy.
“I’ve dreamt of going down on you since that first day I saw you sitting on the beach that summer.” Her reaction made me think that no man had ever done this to her before. It was a sweet thrill to think that I’d not only taken her virginity six years ago but now I’d be the first man to go down on her. “You’re going to come so hard, Beth. I promise.”
I kissed her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her center. She removed her hand, and her scent enveloped me. It filled my brain, making me half-drunk.
I growled and then used my tongue to lap through her folds. Her sweetness coated my tongue and I was in fucking heaven.
“Oh God, Ash.”
“You like that?”
Her hips rocked up. “Yes.”
“Well then hold on baby, because I’m going to rock your world.” I used my fingers to open her pussy lips, then I flicked my tongue over her hard, pink clit. She cried out and her hips writhed under my mouth.
I thrust my tongue inside, lapping at her pussy walls, loving her taste, the sounds she made as I pleasured her. Loving Beth. This was how it should have been for us. Me loving her every night.
“Ash!” her voice was a high-pitched sound.
“Are you going to come?” I asked, gently flicking her clit with my finger.
“Yes…Oh, God…I need you in me.”
“There will be time for that. I plan to give you orgasm after orgasm tonight.”
She let out a long moan that I took to be her acquiescing to my plan.
“Here’s orgasm number one,” I said, I pressed first one and then two fingers inside her, and then sucked on her clit. In a flash, she cried out, and her hips rose as her entire body went taut. Finally, she took a breath and her hips rocked up and down, as I finger fucked her and sucked her clit to draw out her orgasm.
She let out a final shuddering breath and went completely boneless under me.
I moved up her body and kissed her, letting her taste her own pussy juices. “One,” I said. Then without much reprieve, I returned down her body, to that sweet, sweet pussy, and proceeded to give her another orgasm.
I’d asked her for one night, but my goal was to show her how good we could be together. We might have been young six years ago, but we weren’t too young now. And the chemistry between us was just as strong today as it had been back then. I wasn’t being very successful using my words to convince her to give us another go, but with my body, I could show her that we were a perfect fit.
I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her pussy to my lips, and I devoured her again. I loved the mewing and gasps she made as I pushed her up and up again, letting her teeter for a moment and then letting her slide back down, only to repeat it until she was begging me.
“Make me come, Ash… I need to come… oh, God.”
It was like fucking music to my ears. I couldn’t deny her, and so I dove in one last time, using my tongue and lips to launch her to the heavens, drinking her sweet pussy juice as she came on my mouth.
She had a slight reprieve as I shucked off my boxer briefs, freeing my aching cock. I rolled on a condom, nearly coming as I did.
I maneuvered myself between her legs, putting one knee on the couch while my other foot stayed planted on the floor. Sitting back on my heel, I pulled her hips down until my dick was positioned at her pussy entrance.
“Look at me, Beth,” I said gritting my teeth because I couldn’t bear not being inside her.
Her heavy lids opened. With my gaze holding hers, I slid into her tight hot pussy until I couldn’t slide in anymore. She gasped and her hips rocked, sucking me in deeper.
“Ah fuck… so good, Beth.” I lifted her leg setting it on my shoulder. Then gripping her hips, I began to move, in and out with strong, steady thrusts that had me grunting each time my pelvis hit hers.
I watched her face as she began her ascent again. I wanted to feel her come on my cock more than I wanted anything in the world. So, I held back, hoping I’d be able to wait for her, but with each thrust, I could feel the tether on my control fray. Each time I plunged in, her pussy squeezed and sucked my cock. My blood was on fire. Sparks sizzled up my spine and into my brain. I was going to have the epic orgasm of a lifetime.
“I’m going to come so hard,” I ground out as my pace quickened.
“Yes, oh God Ash…”
“Talk to me, Beth. Tell me you like my cock.” I was filled with desire and lust for this woman.
“Yes…”
“Tell me.”
“I like your cock…oh…so close…”
I gripped her hips tighter, and rose on my knee, leaning forward slightly so I could pound harder and deeper as I drove us both to the edge of madness.
“I love your pussy, Beth… so fucking tight…”
Her head thrashed side to side as I fucked her harder and faster.
“Tell me you’re going to come. I want to hear you say it,” I told her.
“Ash…”
“Tell me you like it when I fuck you, Beth…” I was crazed now. Tension coiled tight in my balls. My need and desire and love for her all mixed in a crazy brew that threatened to completely undo me. I needed more than her body. I needed to know she was with me. That she felt all this too.
“Yes…”
“Tell me,” I growled. “Ah fuck, Beth…tell me…” I was so close. Too close.
“I like it when you fuck me.” Her entire body went taut. Her back arched and her head snapped back, as her pussy clamped down on my cock like a fucking vise.
Stars burst behind my eyes as my orgasm blasted through me like a fucking nuclear bomb. I plunged inside her tight pussy I shouted, “I’m coming …. Ah fuck…I’m coming so hard…” I pumped and pumped, my brain in a netherworld of endorphins and pleasure until my body gave out.
My breath came in bellows as I sank back on my heel. I opened my eyes, to see Beth also breathing hard. Not wanting her to start pulling away from me, I maneuvered us until I was laying over her. I kissed her, this time gently, tenderly. This wasn’t just a fuck for me. I needed her to understand that.
12
Beth – Friday
Oh. My. God. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined having sex like that. The first time Ash had touched me, it was beautiful and magical. It had been everything my romantic notions said it should be. This… good God, this had been like nothing I imagined. Pleasure, as it turned out, could come in many different forms. The first time, it had rolled through me like a summer storm. This time, Ash had given me two… no three… or was it four?… orgasms that felt like I’d been blasted to the stratosphere. Even now, with his dick still inside me, I could feel him pulsing, my body was still massaging his.
He lay over me, holding me, kissing me with such tenderness that it nearly brought tears to my eyes. This was what we lost. Not just the physical intimacy, but the tenderness, the love, the feeling like my soul belonged to him.
Everything he said to me at dinner flooded back.
I know I fucked up, Beth. If I could go back, I’d do it differently. But we can’t. All I can do is apologize and move forward… I never stopped thinking about you.
Was that what he wanted now? To move forward with me? I squeezed my eyes shut as I let the dream of what could have been seep into what could be. I could lay like this, with him, forever. I felt safe and secure in his arms. What a relief it would be to let go and lay out all my burdens, knowing he’d help. There was only one problem…
Hannah.
God, if he knew I’d had his child and never told him, he’d be furious. My reason for withholding it from him in the past was similar to his excuse for leaving me. I hadn’t been able to stand up to my father. And when the letter I snuck out to Ash came back unread, I figured he was done with me. He’d gotten what he’d wanted that night on the beach, and that was that.
I lived with my mother in Europe, had Hannah, finished school, and worked for my fat
her’s company in Europe. I had money, resources, and support. I didn’t need Ash and didn’t expect to ever see him again.
But then my father got ill, and we learned that the company was having some challenges. Challenges that Ben made worse because of his drinking. My parents had been estranged since I was a child but never divorced, so my mother’s financial situation was like ours, meaning she wasn’t a source of support right now. Ash could solve all our problems. Could I ask for his help and still keep Hannah a secret?
You’re a selfish bitch, my subconscious chastised me. I knew it was right. Ash deserved to know. I deserved to suffer his wrath. But I couldn’t risk losing the only source of light in my life. If he found out, all these feelings he had for me now would vanish in an instant, replaced with hatred and resentment. Then he’d probably try to get custody. He had the money and resources to take my child. His father was known to have friends in high places, meaning he’d probably win full custody, and where would I be? My heart split in my chest as I thought about losing my sweet girl.
“Hey.”
I looked up into his concerned hazel eyes. “Are you okay?”
I swallowed, hating myself for keeping Hannah a secret and yet knowing I had no choice. I mustered a smile. “Yes. Just…”
He grinned. “I know… mind blown, right?”
God, he was so sweet and handsome. My heart split yet again that I had to let him go. I nodded. “Mind blown.”
He shifted his weight off me but pulled me close. I loved how my body fit perfectly against his. Why was the universe so cruel to give him to me a second time, only to force me to let him go again?
“Let me take you home, Beth.”
That sentence was so loaded. Did he just mean my home or his home? Did he mean home for the night or home forever? Good, God! Just an hour ago I was talking myself into holding on to my resentment. Now I was wishing he was asking me for forever.
“I need to get back to my place… to call it a night,” I said, trying to disentangle myself from him.
“One night, Beth,” he repeated the words that had weakened my resolve and got me into this situation in the first place.
“I have responsibilities I need to get to.”
“Tonight? Can you let it all go for just one night?”
I hated the disappointment in his eyes. “No. I need to get home.”
He studied me and I worried he might see my deception and why I needed to get home. Would Morgan stay the night with Hannah? I had no doubt she would, but I couldn’t let this play out any longer.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, his hand running down over my hip. His touch stirred my blood again.
“I’m sorry.”
He leaned forward and kissed me. The same gentle, tender kiss as he’d given me right after he’d given me a mind-blowing orgasm. “Can you stay a little longer then? I’m not ready to let you go.”
My heart wept. How many times right after he’d left six years ago did I dream of him coming back into my life and saying things like this? My dream was coming true, except I couldn’t have it. Not all of it at least. But maybe I could have another hour of it or so.
“A little longer,” I agreed.
His smile was full, wide and so handsome that it stole my breath. He shifted and rolled, somehow keeping us on the couch but switching our positions so I was on top. “I’ve been dreaming about you riding me again.”
I laughed. “Dreaming about me?”
“Yes.” He gave me a sheepish smile. “And maybe…” He made a jerking off motion.
I blushed and yet was weirdly turned on by the idea of him pleasuring himself to the thought of me.
He removed his condom, tying it off and tossing it in an ashtray on the table. “I’ll get rid of that later. If you grab my wallet there on the table, I’ve got more.”
I reached for his wallet. “Why is there an ashtray? You allow smoking in here?”
“Some of the foreign business people still smoke,” he said, taking a condom from his wallet. He tossed the wallet aside and then started to open the foil packet.
“Wait, ” I said.
He lifted a brow.
I ran my hands down his abs. “You used your mouth on me, now I want to return the favor.”
His dick bobbed and precum formed on the tip.
I grinned. “I think he likes that idea.” I wondered if I should tell him that I’d never given a man a blow job. Then again, how hard could it be?
“I know he does.” His hands rubbed along my thighs. “You don’t have to though.”
Did he know I was a blowjob virgin? Perhaps he figured out I’d never had a man use his mouth on me and decided that meant I hadn’t given head either.
“I want to.”
“Well then.” He put his hands behind his head and waited.
I wrapped my hand around his hard length, loving how he hissed as I stroked. I used the precum on to wet his tip, and then licked it. The skin was velvety soft.
“Will you tell me what you like?” I asked, wanting to be sure I made him feel good. This would be the first and only time I’d do this to him. I wanted to make it good for him.
“So far, so good.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I looked at this kind, funny, sexy man, and I yearned for everything he seemed to promise. Focus, Beth, I reminded myself. Another hour to indulge him. This would be like six years ago when we had one night to love each other before ending it altogether.
I leaned over, licking his tip again before taking him in my mouth.
He let out a long breath. He released his hand, running his fingers in my hair. “You’re a fucking dream come true, Beth.”
My heart clenched, wishing that was true. I used my mouth to stroke his dick, up and down, taking him as deep as I could without gagging. When I needed a break, I used my hand to stroke him and focused my mouth on the tip. I ran my tongue around the rim, loving how his hips bucked and he groaned when I did. I worked him, feeling his dick grow thicker and longer as I did.
“Beth,” his breath was hoarse as he reached for me. He handed me the condom. “Ride me, baby.”
If that’s what he wanted, then that was what I’d give him. I unwrapped the condom and rolled it on. Then I moved over him.
“Are you wet or do you need me to get you there?” he said stroking his fingers through my pussy. He smiled. “You’re wet.”
I nodded as took his dick and put it at my entrance.
“Take it, baby. Take all of him.”
My gaze held his as I lowered down over him until I couldn’t go any further. I stayed there, wanting to savor the feel of him inside me. He levered up, running his hands up my back and pulling me to him in a scorching kiss that made my pussy clench. I rocked my hips as he kissed me hard.
Finally, when I thought I might run out of breath, he broke away. His gaze returned to mine as I rocked over him.
“You’re so beautiful.” His words and his gaze held such reverence for me, that guilt lanced my soul. Not just at my deception, but at knowing this would be our last time together. I felt certain he wanted more. Expected more. He was doing all he could to ensure there would be more. But this would be it.
I gripped his shoulders, wishing I could tell him what was going on in my heart, but instead, I use my body. I switched from rocking to riding, sliding up and down.
“Fuck, yes,” he said as his eyes closed and his head dropped back. I gave myself over to the sensations then too. Closing my eyes and focusing on the feel of him, pulsing and sliding inside me. The way his hands gripped my hips.
He lay back, his hips rising to meet mine as I rode him. His fingers pinched my nipples, ratcheting up my need so that I started to ride him faster. Each time, the urgency built until I was gasping for breath as I sped to my release.
“Fuck I’m gonna come Beth… there, there, there….” His thumb brushed over my clit.
“I’m coming,” I cried out as my orgasm slammed into me, hard and fast,
and then radiated out in titanic waves.
He let out a loud, feral growl, and then bucked up, as his own release overtook him. I was still riding my own high, but I fought to watch him as the torturous expression morphed into ultimate pleasure on his face. My heart cried out, wanting this man so badly. Wanting him and our daughter and the happily ever after we planned six summers ago. I cursed our fathers for taking that from us. And for the circumstance I was in now that made me too afraid to tell the truth. For as much as I wanted him, I had to protect Hannah more. I’d sacrifice anything for her, including my chance at a life with Ash.
We lay quietly for a time, but finally, putting off leaving became torture. It was time for me to go. He tried again to make me stay but didn’t stop me as I rose and got dressed.
He escorted me down to the ground floor. “We never finished dinner. You sure you don’t want to eat?”
I shook my head. “No thank you. It was a nice evening.”
He laughed. “That’s an understatement.” He cocked his head to the side and pushed my hair back behind my ear. “Are you okay, Beth?”
“Yes. Just tired… and sated,” I added so he’d think I was in the midst of a sexual hangover.
“Me too.” He leaned forward, giving me another one of those sweet kisses. “When can I see you again?”
I shrugged. I couldn’t tell him never. But I couldn’t lie either. Or… I couldn’t lie more than I already was.
He helped me into the car he ordered for me. He wanted to take me home, but I couldn’t bear to see him and not have him any longer. Thankfully he respected my wishes.
As the car wove through the streets of New York, I wept. I’d get it all out now, because when I got home, it would be time to finish dealing with our finances, put the townhome up for sale, and arrange for Hannah and me to start a new life.
13
Ash - Tuesday
Get your head in the game, Ash. I shook my head of the latest thoughts about Beth and tried to focus on my work. Every time I was with Beth, there were moments of perfection, and I didn’t just mean the sex, although that was spectacular. But beyond the sex, there were times when we clicked, and it felt like how it had been between us six years ago. And then, something would change, and she’d bolt. I was pretty sure she had no intention of seeing me again, and it fucking made me crazy. Why was she so resistant to me? I explained what happened when I left, and I felt like she believed me. Did it have to do with whatever was going on with Ben, who never did respond to my message, but had clearly signed over authority to deal with the club to Beth?