Page 50 of Lovingly Restored

“I have to taste you.”

“Jesus,” he gasps, rolling to his back and closing his eyes.

“You good?” I ask when I see his strained expression.

“Fuck, yes. Just glad you stopped stroking me before you said that, or I would have come right then.”

I giggle at his praise, then kneel by his hips, taking a moment to check him out. Athletic chest, strong core, big dick. Honestly, he’s captivating, and I’m about to consume him.

“Ash, do something. Anything.”

I breathe against his shaft then lap at his tip with my tongue, groaning as I taste the saltiness. Using the flat of my tongue, I lick the underside, pressing the head against his firm stomach while I reach every spot. Angling his erection toward my open mouth, I slip him past my lips, over my tongue, all the way to the back of my throat.

“Ashlyn,” he hisses my name, both his hands coming to the back of my head. “Shit, sorry.” He pulls them away, fisting them at his sides.

“Mhm-mhm.” I shake my head, trying to communicate with my mouth full of this gorgeous leaking cock.

I want his hands back. To know I’m driving him so crazy he can barely control himself. Reaching out for his fists, I interlace our fingers and intentionally place them on my head.

“Oh my god, okay. Okay, baby,” he pants, weaving his fingers into my hair.

I’m bobbing up and down on him now, not too deep. Every few sucks, I get another taste of his precum.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

My breasts and hard nipples graze the hair on his upper thighs. I move one knee between his and sink down to grind my clit on his muscular leg. My wetness slicks against his skin. As I circle my hips, the warm tugs of another orgasm begins to build.

“Ashlyn. God, yes…I’m gonna come soon. Just…move if you don’t want to–”

I stare up at him and slowly shake my head. No. No way in hell am I going to skip Isaac twitching and coming in my mouth.

He groans, his hands tightening and tugging the roots of my hair.

His hips thrust powerfully off the bed, forcing his thigh further between my legs. I whimper around his pulsing dick and at the sensation is sends through my clit. Never have I been this close to coming so soon after another orgasm. The cry that escapes me as I come is muffled by the thickness in my mouth but I don’t stop grinding down until I’m satisfied.

“Jesus Christ, did you just come again? Oh, fuck…”

When our eyes lock, he explodes, his climax sending two, three throbbing waves of cum into the back of my throat. I swallow him down eagerly, then tenderly kissing his shaft. Boneless, I flop down on him, that semi-hard dick pressed between us. Covered in a sheen of sweat, my soft stomach sticks to his abs, and our hearts beat against each other’s chests.

A contented sigh whooshes out of me, the sound more effective than anything I could have communicated with words. He wraps his arms around me and runs his fingertips along my spine, and I melt like honey on hot toast.

My mind is so pleasantlyemptyfor several minutes, and then a switch flips in my brain and the questions creep in.

This isn’t my room, should I go?

Will we take turns in the bathroom to clean up?

Why do I get the sense that when we part, that he’ll be taking a pocket-sized piece of me with him?

You know how stupid I feel for not calling you?

I roll off him, the sweat cooling on my skin. I grasp the soft blanket and pull it around my body, clutching it close as I stand.

“Where are you going? Stay.” He pats the spot next to him, sounding sleepy and sated.

I bite my lip. “I’m going to shower.”

He perks up a bit, head popping off the pillow. “Can I come?”

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