Page 56 of Don't Love Me
“Ash, shut up.” I bent again, and this time I kissed her lips. Just a soft kiss, nothing crazy, except she moved closer and slanted her head enough, I could take more if I wanted.
I slid my hand around her neck this time and gave her another kiss. She opened her mouth and I thought, just for a second. I dipped my tongue inside and I could feel her body give this all-over shudder. It was never hard to remember Ash was a virgin. That everything I did to her was her first time because she wouldn’t let anyone else beside me get close.
Bringing her in close, I lifted my head and changed the angle of my mouth. I sucked on her tongue and nibbled on her lips. I was no longer just doing it to shut her up. I grabbed her ass and pushed her against my erection, so I could grind against her a little while I took her mouth. When that wasn’t enough contact, I reached behind her to pull the door closed so I could push her up against something solid.
I lifted her up and her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck. Then, because I could, I pulled the strap of her dress down her shoulder tugging on the material until her breast sprang free. She gasped, but I bent and sucked her hard nipple into my mouth, like a man starving.
“Marc,” she whispered. “Oh god. Marc. Yes!”
I licked her one last time then brought my mouth up to kiss her again. This time her tongue was pushing inside my mouth and I thought she wasn’t experienced enough to play this game. I was in charge. I was the one who would control this dance.
I just needed to open the door, take her inside and…
Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not with her. Never with her. I’d forbidden myself. But she tasted so damn good. It was like finding a forbidden fruit I didn’t know existed.
I pushed her legs from around my waist. I waited until she was standing on her own, then I pulled away. Peeling her arms off my neck, I took a step back. I knew I was panting for air.
She was also panting. Leaning against the door, her fucking naked left tit still out and jiggling with every breath she took.
“Cover yourself,” I snapped. Because it was driving me nuts. Because I wanted to see and taste the other one. Because I wanted to fucking slam my dick so hard up inside her wet pussy it was making my hands tremble.
I knew it. I’d always known she would be dangerous. My very own kryptonite.
Except instead of pulling her dress up, she pushed the other strap down until both breasts were exposed to my gaze.
I looked at her then. Her face was flushed. Her mouth was swollen. Her tits were full and high, and her nipples were so damn hard.
“You can have me,” she said. “You know that.”
No, I could never ever have her…because then I might decide she was something I could never lose.
That anger, that strange rage whenever she offered a piece of herself to me, surfaced. When it did, it always meant I would lash out. Use my words to take chunks of flesh from her body. Or maybe this time, it would be more physical.
I had this image of making her kneel on her front porch while I jacked myself all over her creamy naked tits. Maybe shoot some of my cum on her lips. Make her taste it.
She would do it. She would do it for me.
Almost immediately, the Hulk-like rage retreated. Instead, I stepped toward her and I gently pulled the straps of her dress up to both shoulders, the material now covering her chest.
I placed a kiss in the center of her collar bone.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore, Ash. Don’t let me.”
She sighed, and sank her fingers into my hair and, for a second, I let her do it. Let her press my head against her chest like she was the one offering me comfort. Then I pulled away.
“Goodnight,” I said definitively.
She hesitated, then said, “Night, Marc.” She turned and opened the door, walked inside, and quietly closed it behind her.
I made my way around the big house, past the pool and the tennis courts, down to the carriage house. I wasn’t inside two seconds before stripping myself of every bit of clothing.
I got in the shower. Considered turning the water to cold and icing down my raging hard on, but I didn’t think that would work. The way I felt now, I would be hard forever if I didn’t do something about it. I turned the hot water on and quickly started jacking myself off. I didn’t want to linger. I didn’t want to feel the build-up. I didn’t want to see Ash’s naked tits over and over again. Or remember what her nipple felt like in my mouth. Or her tongue.
So damn good, so damn hot.
“Fuck,” I shouted, as I came harder than I ever remember coming in my life. Like every orgasm leading up to this had been a tease, and, all this time, my body had been waiting for the real thing.
When it was over, I leaned against the wall of the shower, spent. Wrecked.
That’s what kissing Ashleigh felt like?
What the hell would fucking her do to me?
