Page 53 of The Naughty Elf

Ashley unfurls sleeping bags and blankets and produces a cooler that I hadn’t seen before

“How did you come up with this all on such short notice?” I wiggle myself under a blanket as he hands me a bottle of sweet tea.

“I do better with this kind of thing if I don’t have too much time to overthink it.” His cheeks get flushed, like being this kind of romantic is embarrassing.

I touch his wrist. “I like this side of you.”

His grin turns him boyish again as he pulls out finger foods—charcuterie packs, seedless grapes, strawberries and blueberries, kettle barbeque chips, and two giant cherry cheese Danishes. He must see how I light up because he relaxes.

“Thought we might stargaze. Supposed to be a clear night, and I have a little telescope that will help us see Jupiter and Saturn.” He sets up his telescope and then helps me to lookthrough it. “They’re on either side. About your thumb’s first knuckle above the horizon.”

Ashley scoots his way behind me, helping me aim at the things he wants me to see. I can see the lines of Jupiter, then the rings of Saturn. It’s so cool. I’ve never gotten to see more than pictures of them before.

I lean back into him. “Very cool.”

His arms tighten around me as we settle in to watch the stars twinkle. The magic of it sprinkles around us. Soon but not too soon, Ashley drops his mouth to my neck, and it grows too hot under the blankets.

When I tip my head back, he takes my invitation, spreading more kisses along that sensitive slope of my skin. He applies a little suction and has me wriggling against him. He rips a moan from me when he sinks his teeth into my skin.

He breathes heavily in my ear. “I’ve missed that sound.”

Fuck, I’m molten in his grip. I want to make him come first this time.

Turning in his grip, I kiss him. Hard. With the kind of impact that leaves no room for doubts. And it works wonders.

He grabs me with that newfound confidence, helping me into his lap as I sink my hand in his hair. Ashley kisses me like a man dying. Our hips grind together, and I can feel the swell of his cock through our jeans.

I want to get my hands on him. Now.

Reaching between us, I make quick work of his fly. Taking hold of him has us drawing in our breath together. I enjoy causing pleasure. It’s a basic component of my personality—feeding people, throwing parties, helping them find what they need…and sex. All the parts of sex. I haven’t found much I don’t enjoy doing.

I stroke him, slow and firm, exploring the veins and ridges of his shaft, the little bundle of nerves under the head, the smooth mushroom shape that catches against my fist.

Ashley’s hand surrounds mine, giving me a new rhythm—slow down, fast up, and squeeze. Repeat. Once I’ve got it, he sinks his hand into my hair instead, kissing me as I work him the way he likes.

When his hips start to move with me, I can’t resist the urge to taste him. His brows furrow as I retreat.

But as I sink down between his knees, his eyes fall to half-mast, following my movements as I lower myself to take him in my mouth.

“Oh,fuck,” he whispers as I suck hard around his head, stroking his length. I’m not a deepthroat queen, but I know a few tricks that will make him come.

Ashley’s fingers tighten in my hair as his muscles strain under me. “Ginger. I…”

“Let me,” I say before I suck him back into my mouth, laving him with my tongue.

“Fuck.Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” His soft chanting urges me on, makes me feel powerful.

It hardly takes another minute before his hips lift, seeking his end. I create as much pressure as I can with my mouth until I feel the first spurt of his cum. The strangled sound he makes has me humming, and when his hand slackens in my hair, I release him, still stroking him gently.

He doesn’t shy away from kissing me, tipping me against his chest and delving into my mouth.

Ashley rolls me into the pile of blankets, rearing above me, his eyes threatening to scorch me. “Your turn.”

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ASHLEY

“Iknew you were my naughty, little elf.” I grin down at her mouth, plump and red from sucking my cock. Fuck, it was better not having to ask for it. Her enthusiasm did half the work for her. I swear to Christ, she’s going to be the end of me.

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