“Fuck, you’re so wet ...” He growls as he zeroes in on my clit, licking it with the firm tip of his tongue and then sucking it into his mouth.
The pleasure that causes is so sudden and sharp that I almost jump but that offers him even better access and his mouth latches onto me.
I’m at his complete mercy as he flicks his tongue on my sensitive nub, alternating licking and sucking and moaning as if he really liked the feeling of having me in his mouth.
My body is like a canvas Ashton is painting with sensation. The warmth of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue the cooler air in the room over the hard points of my nipples.
He’s keeping me still with gentle but firm hands on my hips and I don’t realize how close to the edge he’s brought me until he stops licking and begins sucking a little more vigorously.
“Ash.” I pant. “I want you inside me. I thought we were—”
I can feel him more than see him smile against my bare skin. “We are. But I need you to come first. Trust me. Please?”
I do trust him and when I nod, he throws one of my legs over his shoulder, delving deeper into me, the whole bottom part of his face rubbing against my skin as he resumes licking and sucking.
It feels so good that it takes my breath away and it’s like everything else disappears and I’m reduced to that little throbbing spot on my body. Until something snaps and I come with a deep gasp.
The pleasure is so intense that it almost hurts, burning through me in wave after wave of electric heat.
When I finally calm down, Ashton scoots up. His hips are settled between my legs and little aftershocks of pleasure start zapping through me as the velvety skin of his tip nudges gently against my entrance.
He lowers himself onto me, taking care to keep most of his weight off of me but giving me maximum skin contact as our bodies are perfectly lined up.
“Ausra,” he says softly, his face so close to mine that our noses are touching. “Are you sure about this?”
I look into the gray depth of his eyes, mesmerized by the silver and white flecks in them. “I’m sure. Please, Ash.”
“Good. Because I’d stop if you changed your mind but I want you so much that I’m gonna fucking die if I don’t get to feel your tight pussy around me.”
He moves his hips and his tip begins inching its way into me. I’m extremely wet and for a second I think that this feels good and there’s absolutely no pain. That maybe I was nervous at the thought of doing this for no reason.
Fuck, I was wrong.
As soon as he actually starts breaching my tight channel, things change fast. My body reacts by sending painful signals everywhere and I shriek, tensing up and closing my eyes as tears naturally spring, rolling down my cheeks.
He must sense my discomfort even though I’m trying not to cry out.
He stops his advance just for a second, one of his big hands cups my jaw. “I know this probably hurts, cutie but I need you to stay with me. Breathe when I push. Look at me.”
I bite back the sobs that threaten to erupt from my mouth and try to do as he says. I focus on his breathing and try to match it.
After a few seconds, Ashton begins pushing in again and this time he doesn’t stop until his hipbones touch mine.
The sharp, tearing pain is followed by a dull burning throb that pulses uncomfortably as I feel incredibly full.
He doesn’t move, giving me time to get used to having him inside me and to adjust to what must be one of the oddest feelings ever.
“Are you all right?” he checks, and there’s a new strain in his deep voice as if he were trying to rein himself in.
“I ... yeah. It just—”
He shifts slightly and a new wave of pain invades me, making me yelp. “Oh God, it really hurts.”
Ashton stills again. “It’s ok. I’m sorry. Just breathe with me and we’ll go really slowly.”
I hear that strain again and I feel a little resentful when I realize that he is trying to rein himself in and that the reason is that this feels good to him.
But that resentment is a short lived feeling, I know this isn’t Ashton’s fault. It’s mere biology and he’s really doing all he can to make this good for me.