Page 199 of Hell Hath No Fury
Lightly brushing the pad of his thumb over her clit, Carlos leaned down, nibbling on her neck. Ashby cried out, lifting her hips in search of more. More that he was gladly going to give her. He returned his thumb to her clit, circling it in earnest now, his teasing done. He’d learned exactly how she liked to be touched over these last couple of weeks, and he was going to put that knowledge to good use. Slipping two fingers inside her, he quickly found the spot he knew would push her toward the edge, giving it the attention it needed.
A second later Ashby screamed his name, her hands gripping onto his thighs. Her whole body went rigid, pussy clamping down on his fingers. It didn’t stop him though. If anything, he picked up the pace, wanting to make sure she felt every last bit of the orgasm that was taking over her. She continued to wiggle and writhe in his lap, her curves stroking his dick through the fabric. It felt incredible, yet not enough.
Nothing will ever be enough with her…
Ashby’s head fell back against his chest, as she tried to catch her breath. Staring down at her, he couldn’t help but be transfixed by her breasts, watching them move. Fuck, she was stunning. He took one in each hand, giving them a squeeze, rolling her taut nipples between his fingers.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned. Her hands ran up and down his thighs, fingertips grasping at the hem of his shorts. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
“Technically, we both are,” he said, giving the robe she was still half wearing a tug.
“But you can’t fuck me wearing pants.”
“I could,” he replied, slipping out from behind her. “But I don’t want to. I want to feel your skin against mine. Be as close to you as possible.”
“Same.”
Pushing up from the lounger, he made quick work of ridding himself of his shorts and tee. Ashby’s eyes ran up and down his body, committing his form to memory, licking her lips. His dick twitched, making her eyes widen with anticipation. She reached out to grab it, but Carlos slid his hand into hers instead, tugging her to her feet. Their bodies collided together with an oomph, and he wasted no time in capturing her mouth in a hot, hard kiss. She tasted sweet, just like those strawberries he’d sent her earlier. He was pretty sure he could kiss her for forever, never getting tired of the softness of her lips.
He spun them around so his knees backed up to the chaise, never letting up on the kiss. It was too good, too delicious. It was so easy to get drunk off her kiss, to get lost in the little noises she made each time his hand caressed her. Everything about her was just magical. Slowly pulling back from her, he lowered himself onto the lounger, his hands running down her arms, taking the robe with him.
With her body fully on display like this, Carlos was speechless. He’d never seen anything like her. His heart squeezed as he thought about how this was the most beautiful moment of his life. Someone as amazing as Ashby was standing in front of him, willing to give herself to him. All sorts of emotions swirled around inside him, but he couldn’t say any of them out loud. Not without ruining the moment.
“You are magnificent,” he murmured, letting his eyes roam over her body again.
“So are you,” she said, stepping closer.
Placing one knee next to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck before sliding her other knee on his opposite side. His hands instantly found her hips, pulling her in for another kiss as she settled into his lap. Yup, it was official, her kisses were like a drug—one he was going to be in withdrawals over starting tomorrow.
“I need a condom.”
Ashby shook her head, moving her core so that her pussy rubbed against his rock-hard dick. Fuck, that felt amazing. If she kept that up, he wasn’t going to last very long, and he needed to be inside her.
“I want to be as close to you as possible,” she said, using his words from earlier.
Carlos blinked. Did she just say…? They’d had the birth control and health test conversation last week, so he knew that everything was good there. But still, going bare was a big step. One he wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t regret.
“Are you sure?”
Circling her hips again, Ashby nodded. “I trust you. I want this.”
“Me too.”
There was nothing left to say after that. Those few little words said everything they were feeling—and more. Carlos felt like he could explode, both from what his heart was screaming at him and from how hard his dick was. He needed inside her. Now.
Lining himself up with her entrance, he pulled Ashby close, capturing a nipple in his mouth. Ashby cried out, lowering herself onto him as he nibbled and sucked, giving her tits the love they deserved. It was all he could do to concentrate on them, her hot, wet pussy squeezing him as she rocked in his lap. Fuck, she was perfect.
Carlos let go of her nipple with a pop, looking up at the beautiful blonde in his arms. Bliss was written all over her face, her head tossed back as she rode him. She felt so good in his arms, on his dick, but he wanted to make her feel better. Picking up the pace with his thrusts, he reached in between them, toying with her clit, just as he had earlier. That earned him a deep, guttural moan, her grip on his shoulders tightening.
“You feel so good, Carlos,” Ashby said, her head falling forward, forehead resting against his. “Yes…yes…right there…”
“Come for me, baby. Come for me.”
As if his words were a magic command, Ashby let out a yell, her hips finding a new rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her pussy squeezed his dick, drawing his own climax from him. He pulled her in closer, not wanting there to be any space between them. He needed to feel her like he needed his next breath, the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt still rippling through him. She didn’t let up either, her body writhing in his arms, her moans filling the space around them. He was sure he’d never come this hard before, and couldn’t help but wonder if anything would ever top this moment.
After a long moment, Ashby pulled back, kissing him lightly. Her brow was sweaty and her hair a mess, but Carlos was positive he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
“Carlos,” she whispered, her breath still ragged.
