Page 49 of Lovingly Restored

He swipes his finger down my centre, and my outer lips part effortlessly.

“You’re gonna hug me so tight, aren’t you?”

I’m nodding my head yes when he works his index finger into my heat.

“Isaac!” I cry out.

He works me with his thick finger. Never have I felt so satisfied by one digit. My breathing grows shallow and fast. The heel of his hand presses against my clit and I writhe at the sensations. When he crooks that finger against my front wall and stimulates my g-spot with a firm, steady rhythm, my pussy clamps down.

“Isaac, I need…something. I can’t–” I say, clutching at his wrist, my short nails digging into his skin.

He speaks in soothing tones, bringing me out of my head and back to him. “Ashlyn, I’ve got you. Don’t chase it, just let it happen.”

I want to relax. To slow down and unwind and turn my busy brain off.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

One gentle lick against my lower lip and then he’s sucking it into his mouth, devouring me. I groan, already closer to release.

“That’s right,” he encourages. “You’re so close for me.”

My orgasm approaches like a cresting wave. I’m right there.

“Like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I beg.

“I won’t, Ash. I won’t.”

My pussy pulses over and over around his finger as I cry his name.

“Tell me what I’m doing to your body. Say it,” he growls against my lips.

“I’m coming. You’re making me come.”

I gasp before the wave crashes down. Rolling over me, pushing me down into the depths of pleasure. I’m swirling in it, moving along at the mercy of the current. Isaac is there, he pulls me up to him, expertly bringing me back from the delectation that tried to drown me. I’m still contracting as I clutch at his arm for dear life, at the hand still gently working me.

“That was fucking gorgeous,” he says.

Oh my god.

I tuck my face into his neck. I’m not embarrassed, really, but that was raw.

He grasps my chin in his hand, pulling me out of the safe little crook. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I can see the sincerity on his face. “I mean it.”

Our tongues rub together, and I moan into his mouth as I massage his impossible hardness.

His forehead meets mine. “Damn it, Ash, you’re gonna make me come if you keep that up,” he says through gritted teeth.

“That’s kind of the point,” I whisper.

I no longer need the blanket, so I kick it away. We lay facing each other, his hand on my waist, mine between his muscular legs. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I stroke him from root to tip. My finger and thumb make a valiant effort to encircle him, but they don’t quite meet. I’m jerking him so slowly that the groans escaping him are positively unholy.

“Ash, fuck, I’m already so close from watching you come.”

His admission makes my empty pussy clench, and I want his talented fingers again already.

When I smooth over his slit, slickness spreads over the lush skin of his swollen head. I release him, rising to my knees on the soft bed.

He’s breathless, “What are you doing? Your hand…that felt so fucking good.”

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