by Berri Fox
“He’ll be okay. I promise,” Ashley murmurs, and I squeeze her hand tightly.
“Am I interrupting?” I turn at the sound of the stern but friendly voice and see Ms. Peterson hovering behind us.
“Not at all Ms. Peterson. How are you?”
“Oh, I’m fine, fine. I do love a party. I wanted to run something past you, Jess.”
“Oh?” I say, curious.
She produces a glossy business card and hands it to me. “I’m a literary agent Jess, I represent writers from across the US. I had been meaning to tell you at dinner the other day, when we were discussing literature, but the moment slipped us by.”
“That’s incredible! I thought you really know your stuff when it comes to books.”
“As do you, Jess. After our conversation about your own writing at dinner, I wanted to invite you to send me some of your work to look at. I’d be very interested in building a relationship with you, and possibly even representing you. I’d be very pleased if you would pitch your book to me properly, when we reach dry land.”
I’m stunned, but Ashley’s nudging brings me back to the conversation. “That would be incredible. Thank you so much Ms. Peterson,” I say, breathlessly.
“Not a problem darling. Phone my people and we’ll set up an appointment for the near future.”
She turns and begins to walk away, before stopping and looking over her shoulder at us. There’s a twinkle in her eye.
“You know, I always suspected that you two were faking everything from the start. Or at least, you started by faking it but at some point along the way your feelings became real. Jess, I came from a very poor family and I therefore have rather a soft spot for talented writers who are battling against circumstances out with their control. I’m very happy to be able to help you.”
I swallow and nod, suddenly not trusting myself to speak. As Ms. Peterson wanders off, I sniff a little. It’s suddenly all too much and I bury my head in Ashley’s shoulder.
“Hey, it’s okay,” she murmurs, rubbing my back. I feel stupid and childish, but everything is just so overwhelming and wonderful. I can’t remember the last time I felt so happy and carefree.
Ashley detangles from me briefly to persuade Sandy and Natalie to take care of Alex for a while so that she can take me back to our cabin and calm me down. They readily agree and we thank them.
I start walking towards the corridor when Ashley pulls me back.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“The cabin, right?” I ask, confused.
She gives me a wicked grin and sweeps me off my feet and into her arms. I shriek and laugh as she carries me along the corridor, my arms wound around her neck. After a bit of a struggle with the door to our suite she gets us inside and kicks the door closed.
Ashley lays me on the bed and kisses me passionately. I smile up at her, thanking my lucky stars that I got trapped on this boat and met her in the first place.
Thirty-Three
Ashley
As we fall against the sheets the kiss gets even hotter. I can’t help myself as I push Jess down on the bed, leaning over her like a big cat on its prey. I run my hands over her body, squeezing her breasts through the fabric of her dress.
Jess writhes under me, her body responding to my touch. She’s still wearing that hot little dress and I give the halter neck a hard tug and the knot comes undone, letting her breasts bounce free.
I fall on her, wrapping one hand around her waist to pull her towards me as I lick and suck at her nipples. The sounds she makes are almost as arousing as her response to my attention. She arches her back into me, encouraging me.
I take a moment to slick my tongue across one breast, moving across to the other and savoring the super soft skin between them. She wriggles under me as I press her against my body and grind my hips down against her lower body.
Her legs fall open and her hips go loose. With one hand still wrapped around her waist my other one dives between her legs, massaging her clit and spreading wetness from her pussy up along the inner lips.
How could I ever doubt that this was my girl? She took her underwear off sometime between the party and the suite. She’s a fucking magician.
I can feel her getting wetter as she starts to toss under me. For a few seconds I keep up my attention until she’s gasping and moaning, trembling in need.
I sit up on my knees, settling between her knees. She breathes heavily, eyes closed. The dress is hung around her waist and her red hair is fanned out across the pillow.
She looks up as I start to remove my clothes, tossing them away and not caring where they fall. Jess looks up at me and as she sees my naked body revealed piece by piece her eyes become raw, hungry and fierce.
I run my hands down her thighs, teasing with my thumbs. She shivers and I expect her to wait for my attentions, stay pressed to the mattress like a good girl should.
She sits up with a grow rising in her throat. She grabs me by the shoulders and presses her lips to mine. I feel myself folding under the force of her lust, letting her push me back. Luckily, it’s a big bed and there’s no danger of me falling off.
Relaxation floods me and I let Jess ride me down on to my back. She digs her fingers into my shoulders, kissing me with force as well as passion. Now she’s the predator and I’m the prey. I’m not good at giving up control, but Jess makes me feel safe.
She makes me feel loved. The warmth inside me only exists because she’s seen the real me and she accepts me. I’ll never let her go.
One hand reaches down between my legs and I buck and struggle against her and the mattress as she slides a finger into my pussy. I cry out, sharp and sudden and feel her using a gentle but insistent pressure. With a delicious, slow stroke, she stimulates my G spot and the rivers of pleasure stream between that spot, up and down my inner lips to my clit.
With my eyes closed I hang on to Jess as hard as I can, my body shuddering as the orgasm starts to quake through me. I hear her sigh of satisfaction as my pussy clenches around her finger and I come harder than I ever have in my life.
I’m out of touch with reality for a few seconds. Floating in blissful black, I feel the tips of her fingers training over my breasts. Tingles flare along the paths she makes, encouraging all my little hairs to stand on end. I’m hypersensitive as if her touch has awoken me some how.
When I can breathe again, I let my eyes blink open. Jess is above me with a sweet smile, reaching up to stroke my cheek. The moment is sweet but that orgasm only whet my appetite.
I sit up, grabbing her shoulders and flipping us so I’m on top again. For a moment I just slide on top of her, our shared sweat making us both slick. Hot nipples brush together as our breasts press against each other. I lean my lips down and join them to hers.
She opens to me, inviting me deeper into her mouth. I oblige, flicking out my tongue and caressing her lips with mine. I run my hands down her arms and press her wrists to the mattress while I keep kissing her, harder and more urgent. She fights against my grip, making lovely struggles that only excite me further.
I let go of her hands, running my fingers gently down her sides as I move towards her pussy. I look at her for a moment as she parts her knees for me, her gorgeous outer lips full and swollen and the red pink of the inner lips just begging to be caressed.
I put my lips to her clit, sucking at it and using the tip of my tongue to press against it and tease. She tries to get away from me, hips wriggling as she grabs the sheets, bucking up and down. Sounds of pleasure start to bounce out of her throat and I turn my attentions lower down, following the trail of her sweet inner lips down to her delicious pussy.
The lips contract around my tongue and I grip her ass hard as I drag her closer to me. She tries to buck and writhe, but I’ve got her pinned under me and I lick as deeply into her as I can reach. My lips explore every crevice and my tongue sweeps into her sweet cunt, drawing moans from both of us.
As her cries get louder and sharper, I in
crease my attention. My hands grip her ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks. My lips keep eating into her while my tongue explores even deeper, feeling the contractions inside as her orgasm gets closer.
Suddenly, she grabs my hair and pushes my face even harder against her. I manage to slide my top lip against her clit and that does it—I’ve pushed her over.
Her cries are sharp and ragged as her legs tremble. Her pussy convulses against my mouth and I eat her up, focusing on the throbbing lips, pulsing clit and her pussy pumping with juice.
The orgasm rolls to a lull then starts up again. Jess makes a sound almost like pain. I raise my head, leaving the swollen clit alone as I move one hand to pump a finger into her pussy. She writhes against me, grinding down against the pressure.
She’s fucking insatiable. No woman has ever made me feel like this before. Not only does she catch me right in the heart emotionally, her body is like a carnival build just for me.
Something about the way she moves, her eyelids fluttering open and shut, tells me that this is a new experience for her as well. Between the two of us there is some kind of sexual synchronicity, a place where we can both let go.
A place where we are both safe.
I slowly slide in another finger and very gently lick her clit. Her ass jumps up and down, forcing me to come in harder, almost pinning her to the bed with my mouth and hands. I keep going even when her yells wind down into breathy, helpless sounds. Its like a delicious torture for us both as I stroke her closer and closer to her next orgasm.
This time, its almost soundless. She’s whimpering as if her voice is gone. Her hands go up and cover her face as her head thrashes back and forth.
I feel the clenching of her pussy around my fingers and my own moans start to slip out around her clit. Her body stretches taut against my hands and the bed and a scream bursts out of her.
I take my fingers out of her pussy and press my lips to the hole, eagerly licking up her juice. This just makes her scream louder and thrash harder against the bed, while I hold her tight and let the orgasm shake us both to the core.
Thirty-Four
Jess
I can’t take any more. My mind beats with this one line, over and over again as my body twists under Ashley.
I’ve never experienced pleasure this intense before. Even though I’m hypersensitive, I don’t want her to stop touching me. I might break under the force of the stimulation, but I don’t even care.
Even though my clit is hot and hard and my pussy throbbing, I can’t stop reacting to Ashley’s touch. It should be somewhat painful by now as my strung-out body tries to process the multiple orgasms. All I can feel is unimaginable waves of pleasure that scatter inside me, waves of glitter that wash through me, bounce back and soothe me.
When my cries die down, little gasps the only sound I can make, Ashley pauses. She slides her body up against mine, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me against her chest.
I roll against her breast, letting my head fall against her as I try to remember how to breathe. I can feel tears threatening my eyes as the depth of the moment fully dawns on me.
Not so long ago, when I feared to give my trust, I compared this to a romantic movie. A bullshit fairytale. A place where I had to step very carefully, because my own desire to believe would certainly get me hurt.
You can’t believe in fairytales. Well. You can, but you can’t expect them to come true in real life. I really didn’t expect it and tried to talk myself around to practicality every chance I got.
But this is real. Ashley is real. She’s cuddling me against her chest and stroking my hair, kissing me gently and worshipping me. The tears spill over and down my cheeks and I look up to my lover, kissing her softly on the mouth. Ashley brushes my tears from my eyes with one finger and the smile we share is an expression of the joy we both feel.
We really do feel it. Its true love, the absolute knowledge that the other person has risked everything, the same way you did.
Somewhere in between you caught each other.
My body starts to flare in a whole new way, and I find myself stroking Ashley, enjoying the soft skin of her supple waist as my hands roam downwards. As I start to slide down Ashley rolls on to her back and lets her legs fall open from the hips.
I stroke her pussy from the clit to the juicy entrance. She throws her head back, gasping. I tease at her clit, making it swell and throb for me. Then I press my lips to it.
Ashley yells, grinding herself down into my mouth. I feel her hand touch my hair as she rocks her hips against me. Eagerly, I eat deeper, moving my attentions lower down. I love the tender softness of the inner lips, how they stay slick. They turn from pink to red as I lick at them and make her tremble.
I’ve never made love like this before. I’ve always held something of myself back, as if I was afraid to show myself. Not with Ashley. Here I know I’m not just accepted; I’m encouraged. She wants to make me just as wild and aggressive in bed as she is. I think its working.
After using my lips to tease those deep petals in her pussy I slowly lick my way back up to the clit. As I start to trace around it with my tongue, lapping at it and sucking it, I push two fingers into her.
A harsh gasp rips from her throat as I work my fingers in deeper. I alternate flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, lapping at it and sucking it. Ashley seems to freeze, her legs on either side of me locking into place and the rest of her going completely still.
I keep up my pace, pumping with my fingers and devouring her delicious clit. She makes little murmuring sounds as her head thrashes back and forth and her hands cover her face.
When the orgasm rings through her she shakes like she’s been attacked by an electrical current. I pull out my fingers and turn my attentions to that sweet pussy, tasting her juice as I draw more orgasms from her.
She doesn’t relax so much as fall apart. The tension goes out of her and she sags into the mattress, body trembling. She’s making small noises, like cries but softer.
I sit up on my knees and look at her stretched out under me. Her perfect breasts sway from side to side as she rolls gently against the sheets. Her hands come down from her face and she shakes her head as she looks up at me.
“Hey you.” I whisper. She smiles.
“Hey right back.” Her voice is harsh from burning her throat, either screaming or gasping.
I move forward, crawling up her body slowly. I lay on top of her, cradling her head gently as I kiss her.
The kiss is somewhat deeper than before. Ashley lies submissively under me, barely touching me as we kiss. I grind against her and she grinds right back. For a few seconds we roll back and forth, the gentle passion becoming something harder.
Ashley comes out on top, getting up on her knees. I only struggle a little, just enough to make it interesting. We both laugh, Ashley leaning forward to press my hands to the mattress briefly before returning to my pussy.
I throw my legs open wide and I hear her sharp gasp of appreciation. She grips my legs and flips me over, running a hand over my ass as I eagerly brace my knees. Even as my face presses into the mattress I scream.
“Take me Ashley!”
I feel her finger probing at my pussy as her tongue starts to play up and down the length of my pussy. She uses the tip of her tongue to rim my asshole, leaning down to reach the clit while her fingers twist in my pussy.
She starts pumping, slow and rhythmic. Her quick tongue and lips tease around her fingers, licking the juice that pours out around them. The feeling of her fingers and tongue inside me at the same time is mind blowing and I let her pressure force me forward into the sheets so I can moan against them.
Ashley starts to cry out, her growls and sighs slipping from her lips around her fingers and my pussy. Hearing her so aroused kicks my own lust into high gear and I start twisting my hips and leaning into her.
Her lips and tongue take on a new insistence. She’s completely focused on my pussy now and I’m betting a tsuna
mi wouldn’t break her focus. Something inside me is building and this isn’t any ordinary orgasm.
Ashley’s fingers twist as her mouth works between my clit and asshole. As she goes past her own fingers, buried deep in my pussy, she flicks her tongue around the edges.
I feel my pussy clamp tight around her fingers and Ashley moans in satisfaction. My body trembles and black waves crash across my vision. I can feel a massive release somewhere inside me and I realize I’m screaming as my clit, pussy, ass and G spot all spasm at exactly the same time.
My arms and legs won’t hold me. I collapse flat against the bed, Ashley still between my legs as she cleans my pussy of every drop of juice.
I’m murmuring and tossing my head from side to side as she turns me over. I reach out to her and feel her arms take me. My eyes close, the room fades away.
There is only her beating heart against my cheek. Her soft skin moving against mine to the beat of our breath. This is my world, I need nothing else.
It doesn’t matter where I am. The room fades into insignificance as I hold Ashley close to me. We could be anywhere. So long as we have each other, that is all that matters.
Thirty-Five
Ashley
I check my watch as I leave the hotel. I worked late tonight to finalize my plans for a new cabaret and jazz night for our hotels. We’re testing it out at the flagship hotel this weekend and if it all goes down well Robin is looking at rolling it out across our other venues over the next few months.
I make some small talk with the doormen as I eye the street, waiting for a cab. As people leave the hotel, all dressed up for some fancy party, they smile and nod at me. It’s a far cry from a few months ago when I was kept hidden away at all costs, only emerging to make the front pages with wild parties.