Chapter 45
CHAPTER 45
Ash
“Two down,” he whispered in my ear when he made me come again. He had skills; there was no denying the fact that Max knew his way around a wom a n’s body. I was on my knees, back pressed into his chest while he played with my nipples with one hand and stoked my clit with the other, except now he was doing it all very, very slowly and softly. He’d timed all the movements. One slow stroke went with one slow pull of my nipple, went with a thrust into my back and a long, slow kiss on my neck. It felt as if he was touching me everywhere, all at once. The pleasure was so big, so vast, and it just kept building and building.
“Three,” he whispered. “And I haven’t even started yet.”
Holy shit! I was going to have seventeen orgasms tonight. Because they just did not want to stop. It was as if they’d been building up inside me for thirteen years and now they were just exploding out of me. He turned me round to face him, and then he pulled me onto his lap. I gasped as his cock came into contact with me, but didn’t penetrate. He gripped my ass and then slowly and rhythmically, started dragging me over his length. It rubbed right over all the best, most sensitive parts, and when he started sucking on my nipples while doing it, I felt it building again. I tried to make him go faster now, tried to buck against him, but he gripped me tighter and held me in place while he worked the slow, steady rhythm.
“No rushing. We have all night,” he said, nipple between his teeth now.
I had to let go. I had no control over the speed or rhythm—that was all up to him; he was doing exactly what he wanted with me. I succumbed to it, and tried not to scream at him to go faster. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a deep, calming breath and let him continue without fighting his pace. He kissed my neck as he pulled and then pushed me up and down his length. I could hear how wet I was—he didn’t need to tell me that—but when he did, it was so fucking hot. And then when I thought I’d managed to relax, he started going faster. My eyes flickered open and I looked down, watching myself sliding up and down him. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, but soon he was doing it too fast to see what was happening anymore, not that I cared. I put my head down on his shoulder, dug my fingernails into his back and came once more. I bit his shoulder and clung to him for dear life. When it was over, I fell onto my back, gasping.
“Need a break?” He stood up and walked over to the bar fridge.
I nodded, unable to talk, and closed my eyes. My entire body jerked when I felt the ice-cold bottle of water on my nipple. I winced in pain and in pleasure as he ran the bottle over my nipples and then up and down my stomach. He stopped, opened the bottle and passed it to me. I sat up and took a sip.
“Wouldn’t want you dehydrating,” he said, and then lowered his lips to my neck and started kissing it.
“Wouldn’t want that,” I whispered, tilting my head back to give him more access. He took a sip of water, and then, with his mouth full, covered my nipple. My entire body jerked again. I didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain, or both at the same time, and how was it possible to feel both at the same time anyway? Well, I hadn’t thought it possible to ever come like this, but here I was. He swallowed and then started kissing me again. The kisses felt so at odds with the way he was touching the rest of me. Sometimes the kisses felt almost soft, sensual and filled with more than just lust. But then when he did things like flip me over, pull me onto his lap and stick his fingers inside me like in the broom closet, I knew that it really was only lust. The kiss slowed and deepened, though. He gripped the back of my head and held me in place as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His fingers traced my spine slowly, up and down, until I had goosebumps in places I didn’t know were possible.
“So, Ash,” he said, still kissing me.
“Yes.”
“I think you’re ready now.”
I nodded at him stupidly as he got up and walked over to his bag. He bent down—God, what a view—and pulled out a condom. I wasn’t going to wonder why he had condoms in his bag. Because when he turned round and held it up like a prize, I was so glad he did have it. Until I wasn’t.
“Wait, is that a tingly, warming condom?”
He looked down at it and read, “Fire and Ice. Says it delivers a delicious warming and tingling sensation.” He smiled at me. “Not my usual choice, but not a lot to choose from at a small spaza shop on the banks of the Chobe River.”
“You bought that while we were on the houseboat? Presumptuous!”
“Well, it did seem to be going there.”
“So, problem: I’m allergic to anything tingly and warming.”
“Seriously?”
I rolled my eyes. “I landed up in the emergency room with a rather large problem.”
He tossed it over his shoulder playfully, and then walked back up to me. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. It was tender and sweet and took me by surprise. He pulled away, looked at me and traced my lips with his fingers. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t,” I repeated, somewhat transfixed by this moment. The softness, the genuine care with which he was looking at me. He kissed me again. Short and sweet. Then he lay back down on the bed next to me.
“So now what?” I asked.
“I could go out and buy some tomorrow, from that small village we drove through. Hope they have the good old-fashioned kind.”
“And then have sex tomorrow night?” I asked. This deviated from the plan. “But I said one night: tonight and only tonight.”
“I know, but . . .” He lowered his lips to my nipple again and my body reacted again, but with pure pleasure this time. “But sometimes deviations can be very fun.”
“So you suggest that we stop what we’re doing, and have sex tomorrow night,” I asked.
“I never said we should stop what we’re doing, but I do think we should have sex tomorrow night.” His kisses trailed lower and lower down my stomach.
“That wasn’t the plan,” I gasped, as he licked the side of my stomach. It felt ticklish and sexy all at the same time.
“Plans change.” He was kissing my leg now, down to my knee and it was so erotic.
Carry on like this, and only have sex tomorrow night? Truthfully, while I was coming for the third time there, I’d wished I’d said two nights. Because I didn’t think I was ready to only have this for one. I smiled to myself as he reached my ankle and then started making his way back up.
I faked a slightly put-out sigh, even though I was now feeling very far from put out. “Okay, fine.”
He laughed. “Well, don’t sound so enthusiastic about it.” He started crawling up my body.
What the hell was he doing? He was sitting on my chest now, his hard cock in his hand, almost in my face. And then he rubbed it over my nipple, and then the other one. God, this was a hot view. Him rubbing his dick over my nipples.
“Okay! Yes! Tomorrow night!” I said, but this time I didn’t hide my smile. He crawled back down me, getting lower and lower and I started to imagine what it would be like to let him go even lower, to spread my legs for him and let him do what he was supposed to have done thirteen years ago.
I throbbed at the thought of it.
Maybe I would let him do that after all . . .