15. Ashley
15
ASHLEY
Was this actually happening? I felt like I was in a dream. A really hot, really X-rated dream that I never wanted to wake up from.
For the rest of my life, I would never forget this night. As far as one-night stands go, I think it was safe to say I won. This was the best one-night stand ever.
I mean, what girl doesn’t want a man who takes control in the bedroom?
Everything he said turned me on.
Him: Turn around. Open your eyes. Take off your shoes. Now take off your panties. Lie down on the bed.
My lady parts: Yes, sir.
I’d just had the hottest, best orgasm of my life, and Big had barely touched me. Also, speaking of big . Holy Hammer of Thor! Big was packing some serious heat. I may not be the most experienced of women due to being in a relationship for half of my life. I could count on one hand the amount of men I’d been with. Big would be my fourth. But he was, by far, the largest in both girth and length.
I was equal parts excited and nervous to find out how this was going to go. If the first ten minutes were any indication, I had nothing to worry about. No man had ever made me come in that short a period of time. Usually, it took me at least ten to fifteen minutes, not under five.
And if Big kept staring down at me the way he was, I might just come again in no time at all. The predatory gleam in his eye was like a lion stalking his prey. It held an edge of danger and the promise of being devoured.
“Put your arms above your head.”
I did as he instructed, and I watched as his eyes darkened with desire. His body tensed as well. The muscles in his shoulders and his chest tightened. I loved seeing that he was being affected by our encounter. It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one.
“Keep them there. Do not move them.” The quiet authority in his deep voice made it clear there was no room for argument. Not that I wanted to argue.
“I want to taste you. Spread your legs,” he instructed gruffly.
My heart rate tripled as I did as I was told. I opened my knees, suddenly feeling very exposed and, for the first time tonight, just a little shy. It was one thing for him to stare at me in the reflection of a window when his hands were down my panties and on my body. It was another to be on display in front of him.
The male groan of appreciation and the flare of his nostril as his eyes greedily roamed my body quickly dispelled any pinch of self-consciousness that had crept up in me and replaced it with boldness. So much so that I moved my thighs farther apart for his viewing pleasure. When I did, his visual attention caused the slit of my sex to pulse. The signs of my next release were already building as the pressure expanded low in my belly. I was getting close again without him even touching me; that’s how much this encounter was turning me on.
My brazen move was rewarded when he practically pounced on the bed, landing between my legs. His mouth covered my sex. The moment his tongue brushed across my already sensitive clit; I instantly came apart. Pleasure whipped through me with a violent force. The sensation increased when the tips of his fingers began to massage the base of my opening, drawing out my release.
Rushes of tingles spread from my head to my toes as the final wave of release crested through me. I sank into the mattress as all of my energy drained from me. My heart swelled as his large hands spread my thighs apart further as he tenderly kissed each one softly, increasing the sense of affection and trust between the two of us. It almost felt like it was too much. Too real. Too intimate.
Instinctively, out of self-preservation, I wanted to close my legs and protect myself, but I didn’t. I was scared that if I did, I’d be risking never knowing the full potential of what sex could be because no man had ever made my body feel the way this man had. Whatever this was, I wanted to surrender to it completely.
This man knew my body better than I did. It was as if he had the blueprint for my erogenous zones. He was hitting spots I wasn’t aware had pleasure receptors. In fairness, everywhere he touched was turning out to be a sensual trigger.
He began to kiss up over my hip, and I wanted so badly to move my hands down to his head, to run my fingers through his hair, but he’d told me not to move my arms, so I didn’t. I watched as his lips pressed to my skin.
“That feels so good,” I whispered as he continued peppering kisses across my belly.
“You taste so good,” he rasped.
I already came twice tonight. Two times. Never in my life had I come three times in one night, but if it was ever going to happen, this was the time.
When he reached my breasts, he licked my nipples and then nipped them between his teeth. The sting caused my back to arch. I started to lower my arms but stopped myself. He’d told me to keep them there. I would not move them. No matter how much I wanted to.
His gaze lifted to meet mine, and I could see in his eyes that he knew what I’d just done. He knew that I wanted to move my arms. That it was taking everything I had in me not to move my arms.
The corner edges of his mouth curled in a satisfied grin. “Good girl.”
Those two words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I whimpered. He shifted up, moving so he was hovering above me. His weight was resting on his forearms, which were on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. I could feel the girth of his erection pressing against my sex. The weight of it pulsed heavily.
I breathed in a shallow breath as he stared down at me, and his knuckle ran down the back of my arm, which was exposed since my hands were still above my head. His barely there touch both tickled and teased me.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You want me inside of you?”
“Yes.”
He moved his hand between our bodies and positioned his head at my opening. His forehead was resting on mine as he pushed past the barriers of my sex. I gasped at the sting of intrusion. I could feel that my body was giving him resistance. I could feel the pressure of my barrier not opening for him.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “Don’t stop.”
That was the very last thing I wanted him to do.
“Relax,” his mouth brushed against the rim of my ear as he coaxed me. “Good girl. Just relax.”
He continued driving into my tight canal inch by inch, slowly, methodically, giving my body time to adjust to him. Every tiny bit of progress he made, he’d tell me how tight I was and how good I felt until he was fully embedded in me, or at least as far as he could go. I could feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate him.
After staying completely still, he lifted his head up, and one of his arms moved up so that his hand covered both of mine. Our fingers laced as our gazes locked. His other hand gripped my outer thigh. His fingers dug into my flesh and tilted my hip up, allowing him to sink even deeper inside of me. I don’t know how long it took for him to enter me for the first time; it could have been sixty seconds or maybe even six hundred seconds. Time wasn’t relevant. I lost myself in him, in what we were sharing, in the intimacy.
Once he was fully inside, filling me to the brim, he hissed. I opened my eyes and saw his jaw tick. A vein popped on the side of his neck. I could see that he was straining to keep himself under control. There was an unspoken tension between us that felt like a rubber band that had been stretched to its limit. If either of us spoke, moved a muscle, or even breathed, it would either break apart or snap back.
Not wanting that to happen, I remained still, or as still as I possibly could. But my inner walls began to pulse around his erection of their own accord. There was nothing I could do about it.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” his voice was raspy and raw.
I closed my eyes and allowed the vibrations of his deep voice to wash over me. I’d never had a man who aroused me on so many levels. His scent. His voice. His touch. His appearance. His taste.
He was an assault on all five of my senses.
Once he began moving in and out of me, the experience shifted. It turned raw and animalistic. The friction of our bodies intimately joined, the pressure of him stretching me to my fullest capacity, had me crying out in pleasure that was on the cusp of being pain. The two were so close, so intense, that I couldn’t distinguish one from the other.
There was a tiny voice in the back of my head telling me that this was crazy. This man was a stranger. But he didn’t feel like one. I’d never felt so connected to another person. Still, it didn’t change the fact that he was exactly that, a stranger. Maybe that made this even hotter. More exciting. It gave it an edge of danger. Whatever it was, it was working.
I’d never felt more alive. More on fire. I was burning up with desire.
He began to move faster; each time he entered me, it was harder, with more force. My instinct was to tense up, but if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to take him; he was too big. So, I forced myself to relax. To allow him to drive inside of me and take all of him. I was rewarded for my efforts when I felt the pressure begin to swirl low in my belly.
Pleasure whipped through me, and all I could do was try and anchor myself by holding his hand even tighter. The feeling of his body inside of me, of his body on top of me, of being beneath him and under his control, even if it was just an illusion, all conspired to bring me up and over the edge. I was possessed by a sensation so intense I closed my eyes and actually saw stars. My entire body convulsed as dizzying explosions of ecstasy erupted through me.
As the final echoes of release ricocheted through me, I opened my eyes. His body was heavy on me; I loved feeling the weight of it. Deep brown eyes were looking back at me as his forehead rested against mine, and our heated breaths intertwined.
“Hi,” I whispered as he released my hands from above my head.
“Hi,” he whispered back.
“That was…” I lifted my hand to touch his face when all the color drained from it. “What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t…use…protection,” he panted.
“Oh, I’m on the pill. I have been since I was a teenager. I never miss one.”
I knew that it wasn’t the best idea to have sex with someone I didn’t know. STDs were no joke. It was careless, but I’d never done it before. Ever. Not even with Garrett because I was too scared to get pregnant while I was still in school. He looked so concerned, and he said that he’d never had a one-night stand; it made me think…
“Do you have something?” I asked.
“No.” He raised on his forearms, so he was staring straight down at me. “No. I don’t. Do you?”
His tone wasn’t accusatory at all. It was the same way I had asked if he had something. “No, but you just looked so upset I thought maybe…”
“No, I don’t. It’s just very out of character for me.”
“Yeah. Me, too.” I blinked up at him.
Neither of us spoke. Since I wasn’t exactly versed in one-night stands, I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was. I figured it was probably better to err on the side of leave-them-wanting-more, not overstay-your-welcome.
“Um.” I licked my lips, and his cock twitched to life inside of me. I had to admit it was a nice ego boost that he was so affected by me, although he could be that affected by every woman he was with. Despite what my body and soul felt, the truth was I didn’t know the man. “I should probably go.”
“Do you have to?” His thumb grazed my jawline.
It was an innocent touch, but I felt it in my entire being. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. The connection I felt with him didn’t make any sense. It had to be because of what I’d found out about Garrett. I was projecting what I’d wanted with Garrett, what I thought I had with him, onto this stranger.
“Um…” No. I didn’t have to go. But I didn’t know if it was a good idea to stay. I was already confused about what was happening here.
“I don’t want you to go. Please stay.”
He had me at, do you have to , but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Maybe there was a woman who’d be able to say no to a man who had just given her the best three orgasms of her life, but I was not that woman.