28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ash
H is cock is large. That’s her initial thought. He’s uncut, and she can see the head just peeking out of his foreskin.
She grasps it and strokes once, and he sucks in a big breath, and she sees his eyes slam shut, feels his hands tighten on her hips. The skin is soft, velvety smooth, and she runs her fingers over it.
His jeans are tight, and while his cock is out, she can’t see everything and wants to.
“Here,” she says, sliding off his lap to the floor. “Lift up.”
She grabs the waist of his jeans with both hands and pulls them down and off his legs.
He spreads his legs open a little more, and she can see just how thick his thighs are.
Covered with soft hair all the way up to his cock, which is nestled in dark curls.
His dick is thick and heavy against his stomach with full, round balls between his spread thighs.
She doesn’t know what she wants to touch first.
She settles with running her hands up and down the tops of his thighs.
She sees the muscles in his thighs and abs tighten as she gets further and further up.
She sits up on her knees, bringing herself closer to his member till she’s wrapping one hand around it.
She strokes, watching in fascination how the foreskin moves.
She lowers her head, nuzzling his thigh, then up to his pubic hair, where she places a gentle kiss on the side of his cock.
“You don’t have to, Ash.”
His voice is breathless, and his hands are clenched tightly at his sides on the couch.
“Relax, Raif, I want to.”
She kisses the head, chaste and gentle. She knows no one has ever done this to him, and it’s been a long time since she’s done it herself.
A tentative lick to the slit, and she can taste him on her tongue.
He groans above her, and when she peeks up, his head is thrown back, the long line of his neck exposed.
He’s beautiful like this. All taught muscle, naked and exposed. She wants to keep him forever naked and wanting.
She laves at the head, licking small kitten licks first, then big swipes of her tongue to get him nice and wet.
He tastes amazing. Tangy burst of precum, salty sweat from the skin on his cock.
She loves it. Once he’s significantly wet, she takes the head into her mouth, sucking on it gently.
His breathing gets harsher, and she rests her hands on his hips, where she can feel the muscles straining as he tries to control himself.
She bobs a little, taking him deeper. He’s big, and she doesn’t know how much she’ll be able to fit in her mouth, let alone inside her when the time comes. She takes him deeper and deeper with each bob of her head till he’s hitting the back of her throat, and she chokes a little.
“You okay, baby? You can stop.”
The term of endearment makes a shiver run through her. She’s been sweetheart and lovely, Ash and Ashley. But she’s never been anyone’s baby.
She doesn’t answer, just takes him back in her mouth.
Let’s herself feel the weight of him on her tongue.
She sucks, hollowing her cheeks, and he groans.
His hand finds her hair and clutches it.
Not pushing her down, just grasping as he moves his hips in tiny, aborted thrusts underneath her.
She strokes his cock with one hand as she works her mouth, her other hand drifts down to his balls.
They are heavy in her hand, full. She wants to make him come, wants to feel them tighten and empty.
She picks up her rhythm, hand stroking and head moving up and down.
She tugs on his balls, and his hips jerk.
Her jaw is starting to ache, but she doesn’t care, she could do this forever, bringing pleasure to this man that she cares about. Her boyfriend, her lover. It’s with that thought that she goes down deep, taking him as far as she can go till his pubic hair tickles her nose.
“Baby, I’m gonna come. Shit Ash.”
She sucks as hard as she can and rolls his balls gently in her hand. She feels them draw up before the rest of his body tightens. Then he moans loudly and shoots down her throat. She milks him till he pushes her face gently away. Then he’s pulling her up and onto his lap, so she’s straddling him.
He kisses her and moans. She knows he must be able to taste himself in her mouth, and the thought that he likes it makes her pussy drip even more.
“What can I do? Baby, tell me what to do to make you feel as good as you made me feel. How can I make you come?”
She looks around, they’re still on the couch, and she wants more room.
“Bedroom?”
In a moment, he’s picked her up by her ass, legs wrapped around him, as is walking them through the cabin.
“You’re so fucking strong, Raif.”
She buries her face in his neck, sucking on the skin there. She’s so turned on she feels like she might burst. His show of strength has got her going even more.
He tosses her down on the bed. She’s still fully clothed, and he’s gloriously naked. His cock is starting to thicken again, and she loves that he’s this turned on by her.
He prowls up the bed towards her, moving on his hands and knees. He looks predatory, eyes blown golden and black, and she swears he’s growling.
He kisses her deeply, hovering above her.
She pulls at his shoulders and back, wanting him to lower himself so she can feel all of him pressing against her.
His hand skims the waistband of her jeans, sliding her shirt up a little to run his palm along her side.
She thought he felt warm before, but his hand against her is almost searing.
She arches her body to press into him, and he moves his hand up higher, stroking her ribs.
When his hand moves higher and tugs on the hem, she knows he wants her to take it off.
They break their kiss, and he helps her to pull it over her head, then he’s back kissing her.
It’s passionate, sensual. She runs her hands through his hair, down his neck to his jaw, then back up again.
His hands move all around her exposed skin.
Touching her shoulders, down her arms, her waist, and her taught stomach.
When his hand slips to her back, she pulls herself up a little so he can access her bra clasp.
In a second, it’s undone, and then he’s sitting back on his heels.
He slides the straps down slowly till her breasts are fully exposed, nipples hardening in the cool air of the cabin.
She wants to cross her arms in front of her chest, turn her face away so she doesn’t see him staring.
It was always weird for her to be naked at first with other people.
She’s too tall, too muscular to be considered pretty.
She knows she’s built differently from other women.
His hands slide trembling up her abdomen, past her ribs to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing gently.
“You’re so beautiful, Ash. Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.”
He sounds reverent, like he really believes it, and she closes her eyes so she doesn’t have to see the way he’s staring at her like she’s something amazing.