He took what he wanted from her without being terribly concerned about giving anything in return. His mouth was harsh, almost cruel, bruising in the force with which it moved against the plump bow of Ashley’s lips. Instead of wanting to pull away from him, however- Ashley gave herself up completely to Michael’s control. She let him kiss her until she was literally breathless and weak-kneed (pretending that she had a choice in the matter)… and then his hands began to move.
“Michael!”
“Don’t talk,” he growled, his voice had deepened to a low velvety purr that hummed through Ashley’s body. “Just-” but he didn’t finish speaking. He covered her mouth again, and let his hands and lips tell her want he wanted.
Ashley whimpered, as Michael palms swept heavily over her curves. There was nothing gentle about his touch, it was sure and greedy, just like his kisses, and Ashley was both shocked and aroused by the certainty with which he was assaulting her body. She wasn’t sure that she would be able to stop him from taking what he needed- not that she wanted to!
“You feel amazing,” Michael rasped, moving from her lips to place a line of heavy kisses all the way along her jaw and down her throat. That was where his mouth moved at least, his hands were busily involved in groping Ashley’s breasts. They kneaded the sensitive flesh roughly, making Ashley gasp and moan in wanton pleasure.
She knew that she shouldn’t let him treat her like this- like an object at his sexual disposal- but she couldn’t help it. She liked it!
Ashley was far more tentative in reciprocating than she was in allowing Michael to have his way with her body. A part of her couldn’t actually believe this was happening, and didn’t quiet trust where it was all leading.
Although when Michael started to steer her toward the bed she had a pretty good idea! He hadn’t even undressed her, as he tumbled her down onto the mattress, but he soon set about putting that right.
“I want to see you naked,” he growled, slipping his hands under the hem of her dress and pushing it up her thighs.
Ashley wasn’t sure why he asked, because all she could do was nod mutely, and besides, it obviously wasn’t a request, but an order. A shiver skated down her spine.
“Fucking hell,” Michael swore gutturally, as he revealed the tiny scrap of black silk, edged with red ribbon, which passed for Ashley’s panties. “Who were you wearing these for?” he growled, running a finger over the damp material, and causing Ashley to arch up off the bed. “Who?” Michael whispered, when Ashley only mewed incoherently.
“I don’t- I didn’t-” she gasped, moaning more loudly when Michael pushed the fabric aside and began to rub her sex.
“I think you did it for me,” he breathed into her ear, pressing his body down on top of hers so that she could feel the jutting hardness of his cock. “I think you want me as much as I want you.”
Ashley shivered again, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to answer Michael and admit the truth. She couldn’t answer him with words at any rate, but her body clearly didn’t want him to be in any doubt that this was what she wanted. She couldn’t stop the desperate little whimpers that were trickling over her lips, her hips kept arching up off the mattress- out of her control, and the wet that had pooled between her legs was making a sinfully delicious crackle, as Michael’s fingers continued to roughly fondled her sex.
“You’re so wet,” he growled approvingly. “How long have you been aching for me?”
“Michael!” she managed to groan.
Michael’s free hand pushed Ashley’s dress higher up her body, revealing her flat belly just before uncovering her silk clad breasts. The groan he made on seeing her, coupled with the lust that was so blatant on his face, made her muscles clench involuntarily.
“Sit up,” he panted, withdrawing his hands from her body.
Ashley gave a frustrated moan, but she obeyed, and the moment she did so her dress was whipped off over her head and tossed onto the floor. The raw male appreciation on Michael’s face couldn’t possibly be feigned. His eyes moved over her figure hungrily, but soon they seemed fixated on the heavy, swollen mounds of her breasts.
“I need to-” he started to say, but didn’t finish explaining what he needed before he simply took it. His hands were suddenly on Ashley’s breasts, cupping the luscious swells through the silk of her bra. They were the sure, certain hands of a man who knew exactly want he wanted- of a man who had no intention of stopping until he had want he wanted.
Michael lowered his head, and Ashley gasped with pleasure, as the hot wet center of his mouth latched onto her nipple and he began suckling her through the fabric. His hands slipped under her back, seeking out the clasp of the bra, while his mouth worked at melting Ashley’s bone.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Michael hissed, for a second when his mouth was free. “I always knew you were beautiful, but I didn’t know you’d do this to me,” he grunted, grinding the huge bulge in his pants against her belly.
Ashley starteed to tremble. He felt enormous!
“You did that,” Michael rasped. He stripped away Ashley’s bra, leaving her lying behind him in just her panties and stockings. She felt small and vulnerable, pinned beneath the powerful weight of his still clothed body.
“I want to see you too,” she gasped, as Michael buried his head between her breasts again. The shock of feeling his tongue on her naked skin made her body jerk and shudder. “Please…” she begged, twisting her fingers in his hair.
Michael pulled back enough to look at her flushed face. “What do you want to see?” he asked, a smug smile tugging on his lips. He captured Ashley’s hand and drew it to his crotch, pressed her fingers against the tented material, urging her to explore the stiff, pulsing shaft that lay beneath.
“Oh God,” she panted, squirming around as she traced his length and width. She couldn’t stay still; her body was quite literally throbbing to be possessed by his monstrous sex. “I want to see-” she gasped greedily, reaching with shaky fingers for his belt.
For a second, Ashley thought that Michael was going to stop her, but after a pause he simply nodded and began to unbutton his own shirt, while she struggled with his belt. Her fingers were so clumsy with desire and excitement that Michael had his shirt off before she had even mastered the buckle. She couldn’t help but gasp distractedly when she looked up and saw that muscled expanse of skin in front of her.
“Oh my…” she practically purred, lifting one hand, and raking it through the crisp, black whirl of hair that covered his chest.
The heat of Michael’s skin, the masculine scent of him, and the beat of his heart behind her palm were almost too much for Ashley to bear. He had the kind of movie star body she had only ever imagined being able to touch… and she had only seen half of it!
Michael obviously didn’t have the patience to sit and wait for her to finish admiring him however. He grabbed her hand again, and reminded her what she had been in the middle of doing. “I want to feel your hands on my cock,” he growled crudely.
“Only my hands?” Ashley whispered provocatively.
“Well, we have to start somewhere,” Michael growled, helping Ashley with his belt, as soon as it was unbuckled Ashley’s eager fingers darted for his fly. She quickly eased down the zipper, and popped open the one button on the waistband of his pants. Then she made a noise that she hadn’t even known she was capable of making!
Michael wasn’t wearing any underwear.
If Ashley had lifted her gaze and looked at his face, she would have noted the very smug, very satisfied smiled that dawned there, but as it was, she was far too transfixed by the sight of his cock to drag her eyes away.
“This isn’t a spectator sport, sweetheart,” Michael panted, alerting Ashley to the fact that she hadn’t moved for several seconds.
She licked her lips, and reached for him. She was instantly gratified by the way that Michael’s whole body shuddered at the first fluttering touch of her fingertips. She couldn’t quite wrap her fingers all the wa
y around his shaft, but that didn’t seem to dim Michael’s appreciation of her efforts, not judging by the look on his face.
“So big,” she purred approvingly, making enthusiastic little murmurs and whimpers as she stroked him with one hand. Her other hand dropped down between his legs to lightly caress his balls.
Michael groaned thickly, and struggled not to thrust his hips into Ashley’s soft, silky palm. His own hands reached for her, cupping her breasts and fondling her ass, as she continued to explore him. He couldn’t know it, but she was growing wetter with every heavy pass of her hand. She squirmed uncomfortably, and her agitation seemed to capture Michael’s attention.
Ashley squealed as Michael pushed her down onto the mattress, tipping her over onto her back without warning.
“I want to be here,” he rasped, pressing his knuckles against her sodden panties.
Ashley nodded her head desperately, and sighed with relief when he stripped her naked. He stroked her a few times, and then thrust a finger into her sheath. Ashley whimpered her frustration.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Michael growled, pinning her hands to her sides when she tried to reach for his cock and guide him inside.
“I don’t care!” she moaned, thinking that he might very well split her in half, but she was past the point of caring. She was so achy and empty! She just needed him to fill her!
Ashley rolled her hips towards him, spread her legs a touch wider, and Michael was undone. Growling something she couldn’t decipher, he settled into the cradle she had created for him. He tangled one hand in her hair, angling her mouth for kiss as he dragging his shaft through the wet that glistened between Ashley’s legs. He repeated the movement, once, twice more, before finding her opening and pushing inside.
He thrust shallowly at first, sucking on Ashley’s bottom lip, as he eased just the head of his sex into her hungry body.
“You want more?” he whispered, his voice rough and unsteady.
“I want it all!” Ashley cried, mindless with the need that he had created inside of her.
Michael hesitated just for a second, but then thrust forwards as deeply as he could manage- impaling her. Ashley gasped from the shock of being possessed so completely. Her muscles struggled to accommodate him, as Michael touched places that no other man had ever reached before. It wasn’t the pain of his entrance that made Ashley lose her breath, although there was a sharp sting of soreness as he forced her to take virtually the whole length of his sex, it was the sheer intensity of being so completely filled.
Michael didn’t immediately rear back. He stilled inside Ashley’s sheath, giving her a moment to get used to his length and girth. What that cost him, she would next know, although the strain on him was visible to see in his face. His eyes were clenched shut and the tendons in his neck were straining. Ashley gave her hips and experimental wriggle, gasping again, when she realized how impossible sensitive she felt.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” Michael growled, when she increasing the movements of her hips.
“I’m trying to get you to- OH!”
He had finally started to move. Ashley had thought that she was ready for him, but the first few plunges of his cock still brought with them a raw stab of pain. Quickly though, so quickly that the initial bursts of pain were almost completely forgotten, the slick juices of her sex him and made his thrusts nothing except pleasurable.
“Oh God!” Ashley began to whimper. She was shocked to realize how close she already was to breaking. Her hips were lifting off the mattress, meeting each one of Michael’s thrusts, and her hands were clutching at his body, her nails leaving red crescent marks on his back, as she tried to drag him closer.
“Fucking hell,” Michael cursed, groaning as the already tight walls of Ashley’s sheath continued to tighten as she neared her release.
“Michael! Please!” she begged. “Michael- I can’t- I’m going to-” and then she was coming, erupting in spasms of pleasure.
He didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow his tempo. If anything, the speed and force with which he was taking her increased, so that he was powering Ashley’s orgasm, propelling her to a new, and even more intense sphere of feeling.
“Oh my God!” she sobbed, her back arching against the mattress and Michael forced her body to endure the continuing bursts of pleasure. She knew why the French called it la petit mort now! She couldn’t possibly stay conscious and withstand such pleasure. “Michael!”
Ashley’s body shattered again. Her hips kept rising, still throbbing with satisfaction, but the rest of her was limp with ecstasy. Michael hadn’t quite finished yet though, he kept grinding forward her, rutting like an animal as he chase his own release, until finally, he jerked to a stop.
The groan that was torn from his lungs touched something ancient and feminine inside Ashley. With her last morsel of energy, she wrapped her legs around Michael, binding him to her, as his body shuddered . The hot eruption was just enough to prove to be Ashley’s undoing. She had never felt so close to passing out from pleasure in her life.
“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” panted Michael, just before his legs and arms gave out.
Ashley murmured at the weight of him. He was almost crushing her behind his large body, but she was too dazed to care. If she died right here and now she would die a very happy woman.
“I think you’ve ruined me,” she sighed, slurring her words as if she was drunk.
Michael’s eyes snapped open, bright with guilt and concern- both of which Ashley failed to notice. “What?” he demanded roughly.
“I had no idea sex was meant to feel like that,” she purred.
Michael couldn’t help but smile at that remark. He grinned, very broadly and rather smugly. It had been utterly sensational. He kissed Ashley’s cheek, and eased a little of his weight off her, although he was reluctant to pull away completely. He liked the feel of her body tucked under him.
“Obviously you haven’t been having been with the right man,” he murmured thickly, dabbing a kiss against her swollen lips.
Ashley smiled up at him softly, her skin was still beautifully flushed and her hair was in disarray. “No, obviously not,” she sighed, looking absolutely drugged with pleasure.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he apologized quietly, rolling onto his side and taking Ashley with him. He had tried to be gentle, but the temptation before him had been so immense that he wasn’t sure he had managed it all the time!
“Don’t be sorry!” Ashley laughed, it was a wicked, naughty little giggle that made the hair on the back of Michael’s neck stand on end. She curled up on top of him, laying her head on his chest. “It was perfect,” she whispered, drawing nonsensical patterns on his skin with her fingertips.
“Mmmm,” Michael agreed sleepily. He shut his eyes and yawned deeply, wrapped his arms around Ashley waist and settled down to sleep for the rest of what was left of the night.
11
Michael groaned at the sunlight that was pouring through a crack in the curtains and hitting him square in the face. It was far too early to be awake! He felt like he hadn’t slept for more than a couple of hours. Then he suddenly remember the reason why he felt like he hadn’t slept for more than a couple of hours- she was sleeping beside him.
Michael was instantly wide-awake. And more that one part of him had realized that it was high time to be getting up.
He was spooned behind Ashley’s body, one of his hands was already cupping one of her breasts, had been all night apparently, and his cock was throbbing insistently against her ass. He gave the soft, tender flesh in his hand an experimental squeeze. Ashley murmured contentedly and wriggled back against him- causing Michael to bit down on the inside of his lip.
He probably shouldn’t… but he couldn’t stop himself. He fondled her breasts until her nipples were hard and erect- until he was hard and erect- and then his hand wandered south, moving through the soft thatch of curls above Ashley’s sex under he could feel the heat of her. She was w
et already.
Michael bucked against her bottom. He wanted to be inside her now. The thought of entering her from behind was enticing, but he wanted to watch her face when she woke up and realized that he was inside her.
He gently rolled Ashley onto her back. She murmured and stirred, but didn’t wake. Michael eased her legs apart, and then positions himself between them, using his hand to help guide himself inside.
She wasn’t as tight as she had been the night before, but she still felt like a clench fist squeezing around his cock. He rocked forwards gently, until he was buried as deeply as he could go, and then he started to move.
“Ashley,” Michael whispered, kissing her lips, as he gently rocked their bodies together. “Wake up, Ashley,” he growled, watching the impossibly erotic sight of her face as she unconsciously responded to what he was doing to her.
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