Chapter 8 #2
She whimpers at my declaration, our eyes meeting, and I see the moment she gives in, the fight leaving her.
“Shit, Ash,” she breathes, biting her lip and spreading those creamy thighs wider.
I want to take another look at her pussy, but her expression almost makes me let her go. She’s still struggling with this despite the fact she’s opening for me.
Part of her wants me. Part of her doesn’t. I should release her. Let her decide. She may decide to come to me. But what if she doesn’t? What if she’s so fucking stubborn that she fights her attraction to me, and never lets herself give in to the temptation?
No, I can’t let that happen. I need to show her what it can be like to let me worship her. I need her to see, to feel, how right we are together.
Dropping my gaze from hers, I steal my first thorough look at her cunt and grin as I take in the small strip of hair pointing to my ultimate heaven.
“I see it’s true about the redheads,” I rasp, and a choked sound flies from her lips.
“Oh my God,” she cries, slapping her hands over her face, before scrambling to get away again.
Gripping her thighs nice and tight in a way that will likely leave bruises, I hold her in place, despite her continuous squirming.
“Stop, Asher,” she pleads. “We can’t do this.”
“Stop saying things you don’t mean,” I tell her. “Of course we can do this. I’m going to show you just how fucking good we can be together.”
“No!” she yells, anger contorting her face before she lurches up, taking a swing at me.
I duck it… just… pushing her back to the bed with one hand before quickly diving between her legs.
Gripping her thighs bruisingly, her scent engulfs me, and I take my first skin on skin taste of Lily Bennett’s cunt.
“No! Stop!” she cries, her hands trying to push my head away, but I’m too strong for her, and I focus on how silky she feels against my tongue as I glide it between her folds.
“Stop!” she cries again, even as her hands loosen on my head, and when I swirl my tongue over her clit, she whimpers, bucking against me. “Stop,” she breathes, the fight leaving her this time as her thighs relax, opening wider for me.
That’s it, Lily. Open wide. Let me in.
It’s like she can hear my thoughts, because she does just that, her hands fisting in my hair as she spreads wider, and this time she grinds against my mouth.
“Fuck. Asher,” she whispers and starts to find a rhythm as she fucks my face.
Wow. Shit. I’ve gone down on chicks before, but never have they fucked my face like this. They always lay back, so still and compliant, moaning like they are in a porn movie, yet nothing about their rigid bodies matches the sounds.
But this. With Lily, is so fucking different. It’s like she knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to chase it.
Well, in terms of her orgasm, at least. I know she hasn’t been chasing me, but she will… eventually.
It’s then that her words from last night come back to me.
I’m not one of the girls you typically fuck, Asher. I don’t spread my legs for attention instead of pleasure like they do.
Is that what all the girls I’ve been with do? Just lay there and take it for attention? Do they fake their orgasms too?
The thought is jarring, but Lily’s moans keep me focused on the task at hand, and I nearly explode from the way she grinds her clit over my nose, and how she spreads her legs even wider like she wants to swallow me whole.
Fuuuuck. She makes it easy to worship her. I’d gladly drown in her right here and now if it meant she feels nothing but pleasure.
“Asher,” she moans my name again, her Aussie accent thick right now. “Yes.”
She grips my hair tighter, almost painfully, but I don’t fucking care. I don’t stop, my tongue lapping at her, sinking into her tight, hot entrance before moving back up to suck on her clit.
Her hands hold me in place then, and I know she is coming by the way her muscles coil, her thighs tightening around my head, trapping me there even as my tongue keeps assaulting her.
Her cries of ecstasy are loud and almost animalistic as she shatters on my tongue, and I fucking love the sounds falling from her.
Lily Bennett is all woman. Purely intoxicating and utterly addictive.
As she slowly relaxes around my head, I ease up on my assault, lapping at her juices, knowing I’ll never get enough of doing this.
I’ll never get enough of her.
“Fuck. Asher. You shouldn’t have done that,” she pants and I pop my head up from between her thighs to look up her body and meet her lust drunk gaze.
“Why? Didn’t you like it?”
Her lashes flutter as her cheeks flush even more, and she shakes her head.
“You know I did. But it doesn’t change the fact that this is wrong.”
Smirking, I rise up over her, and she lays back looking up at me.
“Why is it wrong? We are both adults. We are both attracted to each other. What’s so wrong about that?”
“You’re seventeen years younger than me,” she whispers, like she’s too afraid to say that too loud, her eyes turning glassy.
“And you’re seventeen years older than me. So what? What does it matter when it feels this right?”
She bites her lip as she studies me, and I take the moment to steal another kiss. Pressing myself into her small frame, I revel in how perfect she feels under me as I claim her lips again. She accepts this kiss without any protest, moaning, and this time, she’s the one who deepens the kiss.
I have to wonder if it’s because she can taste herself on my lips. Does she like the taste of herself?
The moment her hand travels between us to touch my straining cock, I pull back and bat her hand away.
“Uh-uh.”
“What? Why?” She frowns, confusion crinkling her nose, drawing my eyes to the cute smattering of freckles there, and I grin.
“I never said I was going to fuck you tonight,” I point out. “I only said I would take your ache away.”
Her brows shoot up at my words, and I press a brief kiss to her lips again.
“Have a good sleep, Lily.”
Before she has a chance to stop me, I push off her and leave her room.
It’s fucking painful to do, my cock screaming at me to turn back around and bury myself in her heat, but that can wait.
I want Lily to know that this isn’t just about me getting my cock wet. I need her to see how serious I am about pleasing her. About worshipping her.
After all, she deserves nothing less, and fuck, what I have in store for her next will be worth the wait.