Page 66 of Lovingly Restored

“Hi. I seem to remember kissing the last time we sat by a fire.” I brush my lips against hers.

“I think there was also some nudity…”

“Don’t rush it.” I quiet her, putting some pressure against her mouth, pulling her against me.

She straddles my hips, moaning as she settles her weight right over my zipper. The last couple days since getting cockblocked in the pantry have filled me with a level of sexual frustration unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Here, there will be no interruptions or distractions. Alone.

I gaze at the woman in my lap, ready to sink my teeth into her. Hell, I’ll sink balls-deep into her the second she asks. I thrust up instinctively, but it’s not enough. She whimpers against my lips, tugging eagerly at the hem of my shirt, frustrated at the layers separating us. I smirk against her lips as I strip down, only parting from her when I pull my sweater and shirt over my head. Curious fingers trace the curled hairs there, short nails scratching lightly over every inch of my torso. I pull off her sweater next, leaving her in a simple white satin bra. The thin fabric shows the texture of her nipples, hardened despite the fire behind us. Her hips roll in my lap, and I fight the urge to lay her back on the couch and take her right there.

“We gotta move, babe,” I say.

We take quick turns in the washroom, and I head up the ladder first, waiting for her.

The loft houses a queen-size mattress and several layers of plush bedding. I lay back against the lush down duvet and feather pillows, barely resisting the urge to stroke my cock. The ladder creaks a second before Ashlyn’s head comes into view. She freezes on the top rung.

“Coming up?”

Slowly, her gaze lifts to my face. “Enjoying the view.”

“Oh?” I give in and stroke myself over my pants.

“I’m talking about the snow.” She smirks, pointing to the tiny loft window.

I don’t buy it.

Instead of flopping onto the bed like I did, she gets on all fours, fuckingcrawlingtowards me like a goddamn predator. I recline on my elbows to watch her approach. Her hips, higher than her shoulders, sway seductively with each move, the white satin panties that match her bra cling to her ass. She has sex in those big brown eyes as she stares me down. When she reaches me, she climbs onto my lap. I’m all for her riding me, but not tonight. She gasps when I roll us and her bare back meets the cool duvet. I pin her with as much body weight as I dare, savouring the pressure of her breasts against my pecs. I blaze a trail of kisses from her lips down to her throat to the swell of her chest. I’m a goddamn adventurer, and her body is territory I fully intend to explore. The satin straps of her bra fall easily from her shoulders and she shamelessly arches her spine, shoving her tits right into my waiting face. I honour her wordless request, licking and teasing her nipples. Dragging my mouth across her heaving chest. The white bedding wrinkles in her fists, so I brush my lips across her knuckles until they relax.

“Relax, Ashlyn.” I speak into her left palm before licking it with the tip of my tongue. The taste of wood smoke and salt on her skin makes my mouth water.

I push back onto my heels.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asks.

Based on the heat in her eyes, I doubt I can fend her off for long. I’m gonna take a wild guess that she listened to my instructions last night and kept her hands off herself. Her hand is around me in a second, clutching me through my thin cotton pyjamas.

“Jesus, Ash.”

The pressure at the tip of my dick and the throb in my balls intensifies. I groan long and loud as she gropes me through my clothes. The only way I manage to pull myself from her eager hands is because I’m desperate to taste her again. She’s perfect, painfully close to naked. When she parts her thighs ever so slightly, I reach out. Almost imperceptibly, I brush my index finger across her panties. Even this gentle touch makes her squirm and sigh my name. I repeat the feathery touches up and down the gusset, heat radiating from her centre. I know she’s pink and puffy for me beneath the scrap of fabric.

“Can I look at your pussy, Ashlyn?”

I tear my eyes from the curve of her touching thighs to see her nod for me, mouth open, panting. As good an answer as any. My fingertips sink beneath the seams of her panties where they push against the flesh of her rounded hips. Arousal clings to the fabric as I peel them away from her pretty pussy.

I close my eyes to get a hold of myself.

Knowing I do that to her? No better feeling in the world.

“Isaac, please.” Her begging would bring me to my knees if I wasn’t already on them.

“Turn over, babe.” I coax her onto her stomach.

She’s putty in my hands and goes willingly, open to whatever I offer. When she settles onto her tummy, I groan at the sight of her round ass curving up from her waist. I take a plump cheek in each palm and squeeze, spreading her cheeks. The sight of that darker shade of pink between makes my dick twitch hard in my pants. I need to get these things off. Now. At the momentary loss of my hands, she whines in protest.

“Just a second, baby. One of us is still wearing way too many clothes.”

“Be fast.”

I return to her side, my erection grazing her thigh as I straddle one of her legs.

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