Page 67 of Lovingly Restored

“Is that…”

“My cock on your leg?”

“Oh, god.”

She’s squirming now, pressing herself into the mattress to get some relief.

“I’ve got you,” I tell her, spreading her legs to get access to what I want.

I slide my fingers from her tailbone, down her cheeks, lower and lower until I reach her centre. “You’re warm like fucking honey, Ash.”

“Isaac, please touch me!”

”Iamtouching you.”

Arching her ass off the bed, she offers herself up to me in the most primal of ways, allowing me an angle that shows off every fold and seam.

I slip two fingers inside her and lean forward to whisper in her ear, “Is this what you wanted?”

The sound she makes is stifled by the pillows.

“How do these fingers feel in your pussy?” I start moving inside her, curling my fingers to find the spot that needs my attention.

Her ass clenches, dimpling the soft skin as she alternates between driving her hips into the bed and pushing herself back onto my fingers. My name is the only intelligible thing I hear as she tries to fuck herself on my hand.

“Isaac…” she moans, right before she squeezes me and comes all over my hand.

She turns herself over, and her dishevelled hair frames her swollen mouth and shining eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say.

“Thank you.”

There’s not an ounce of self-consciousness as she lays before me, nude and wet with her pussy still throbbing. She spreads her legs invitingly, staring at my dick like she didn’t get off a minute ago.

“You side-tracked me, beautiful. I was trying to taste you.”

I dive between her legs, surprising her with my mouth.

“That tickles!” she screams, trying to close her legs against the sensation.

I grab her knees and hold them open as I lick and suck at her.

She stills beneath me. “Oh.” Her ticklishness apparently subsided.

She tastes glorious, the remnants of white wine on my tongue mixing with her heady sweetness. I reach down to stroke myself, and she raises her head off the pillow, catching me in the act.

I growl into her pussy, “Watching me jerk myself again, babe?”

Ashlyn moans, twisting the sheets.

“You want me to come right now with my tongue buried in your cunt?”

She cries out, “I want you inside me, Isaac. Please, can we?”

She’s desperate. Like my cock is the only thing that will satisfy her. I come up and brace myself over her, elbows on either side of her flushed face. I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. Then we dive in opposite directions, each returning with boxes of condoms from our bags. We laugh, and she tosses hers aside. I rip one off the strip and sheathe myself. As soon as I’m done, she clutches my arms and pulls me down into a searing kiss. We paw at each other, the grabby neediness driving me wild.

“I’m ready now,” she breaths against my lips.

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