Chapter 21 Ashton #3
She stands before me, a blush creeping up her face, trying to hide her pretty face as my eyes roam across every inch of her.
Pulling on her wrist, her head finally snaps up and her eyes meet mine. “don’t hide from me, Dove, I want to see all of you. Never hide from me.”
My hands fall up her thighs, lifting the flowing sundress she has on her body, feeling every fucking curve beneath my fingertips. Her arms raise as she allows me to discard the flimsy dress from her body.
Looking at her body, my heart races and the whole fucking world stops. Seeing her so bare, raw, open and willing makes my cock throb and pulse race. She doesn’t even know the effect she has on me. She doesn’t even need to do anything, she just needs to exist.
“I…want to—.” Her words get caught in her throat.
“What do you want, little bird?” I tease.
“I want to see you…all of you.” A small smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth as I slowly lift the shirt from my body. Her eyes gaze at me with intense heat.
“Keep looking at me like that, little bird, and I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to.” She whispers.
Standing, so I’m now towering above her, my hands gently stroke the creamy skin on her neck, but her hand covers mine to stop me.
“You haven’t finished.” She blushes, looking down at the tight black jeans I still wear.
A smile pulls across my lips. Observant little thing isn’t she.
I slide my hands away from her begrudgingly and open the buckle of my belt…slowly…letting her savour the moment as she watches me slowly undress—slightly teasing her.
Her tongue runs across her plump lips and her eyes widen as she stares down at my cock that bobs happily to see her undressing me with her eyes.
Placing my hands across her waist, I pull her to me and raise her body, crushing it against mine, feeling the warmth of her body flush against my skin, bringing me a sense heat and warmth like I’ve finally come home.
I’m about to sprawl her body across the theatre seats and finally sink my cock deep inside her and give in to every dark desire that currently clouds my vision when she presses her hands to my chest to stop me.
“No.” She whispers. My eyes curiously roam her face.
I know she sees the confusion in my eyes.
“I want to be in control…just once…let me…control you.” Her face reddens at this request.
“You want to control me, little bird?” I ask teasingly.
“Just once…I want to feel how you do.” I nod, allowing her a request.
“I would give you the whole damn world if I could, Dove. If that’s what you want, then take it.” I growl down into her ear.
“That’s what I want.” She whispers back.
Allowing her a final sweeping look, I smile at her. Oh, how my little bird had grown. Look at her—ready to fly.
Placing her body gently back on the ground, I stumble back and sit comfortably in the seat I was ready to throw her into, seeing the dark mist of desire glaze across her eyes.
She walks towards me stealthily like a cat, but with grace, watching her body move towards me has me tied up in knots—how can she be this seductive with little effort? She takes my breath away.
She spreads her legs and gently crawls onto my body, opening herself up to me. She looks so shy but in control. My cock pumps at seeing her like this, so open, so fucking raw. Just for me.
Her hands slowly glide across her breasts. She was teasing me. Fuck. And if it wasn’t the sexiest thing my eyes had ever witnessed before, the urge to touch her crawls through me.
Her fingers slide down her body in graceful, slow movements, like she knew what she was doing. Looking into her eyes, desire swirls and she slowly bites her lip as she watches me watching her.
Her fingers move lower. I can already smell her sweet fucking desire as she dips her fingers across her pussy, moving her fingers ever so slowly as she plays with her pussy. Small moans fall from her throat.
My hands find her waist and I pull her body closer. My hands move over her delicate skin, slowly at first, but with every gasp I’m losing fucking control.
I try to move her hands away from her pussy but she stops me and gives me a playful glare, “you only get to touch when I say you do.” I raise a brow. “remember, I’m in control.” She winks.
I begrudgingly remove my hands away from her body, clenching my fists until my knuckles turn white. “your driving me fucking crazy.” I mutter, and that earns me nothing but a smile.
I watch as she slides her fingers into her pussy. Her head tilts back, and a groan passes through her lips. I watch her drive her fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling tortured just watching how my little bird pleasures herself over my body.
“Dove, please.” I find myself begging. Me?
Begging a woman. I never thought I’d see the day, but she doesn’t mock me for it.
No, she rewards me by pulling her fingers from her dripping pussy and sliding her wet juices across my lips.
I slide my tongue out, tasting her, and a groan rips from my throat as I taste her delicious sweetness.
She smirks as she grips my cock, sliding it across her pussy. She gasps, her hands crawl around my neck and she slowly slides the tip of my cock into her pussy. Fuck. I’d never get bored with how good her pussy feels.
Slowly, she slides down my cock like a fucking pro, inch by fucking inch. She swallows my fucking cock. “Fuck, Dove, I should let you take control more often.” I gasp.
She slowly moves and I allow her to guide herself with the fucking amazing feeling of my cock nestled tightly within her pussy, it’s slow but in a weird way more intimate, that’s when it happens, she looks into my eyes as she slowly rocks against me and for all the times I wanted to break her—in one moment she breaks me wide fucking open.
“Dove,” I moan like a secret that passes through my lips. Her lips crash down on mine as her hips gyrate faster, massaging my cock with her sweet, tight pussy.
“I want you.” She moans against my mouth, “I want you,” she desperately moans while she rocks her body harder against mine.
Her hands crawl from my hair and slide across my throat, she tightens her grip while she rides my cock like it’s her fucking lifeline, the desire rushes through my body.
I’m fucking panting. With every moment she takes the breath from my body, just lost in the moment, lost in the magic of my sweet Dove.
My hands tangle into her hair, forcing her to keep going, our bodies slide together like a pretty puzzle piece that fits and as she slides up and down my cock, screaming her desire into the room, I finally feel the rush of desire pour out of me in a hard wave of pleasure.
My body shakes as I hold on to this miracle for dear fucking life and let her use my body until she finally shakes with her own desire. Watching her is fucking mesmerising.
Watching her finally come undone.
When we finally break apart, both of us breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against hers, my hands still tangled in her hair, my heart still racing in my chest.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Dove,” I murmur, my voice raw. “But I don’t want it to stop.”
She laughs softly, the sound light and full of something I’ve never heard before—something like hope, something like trust. “Then don’t let it stop, Ashton,” she whispers, her hands sliding up to rest against my chest, her fingers tracing the steady beat of my heart.
I close my eyes, letting the sound of her voice settle deep inside me, and for the first time, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, this could be something real. Something worth fighting for.
And in that moment, I realize I’d do anything to keep her here. With me. Because the more I let myself fall, the more I understand that with Dove, I’m not alone anymore.
And for the first time in my life, I think I can finally be whole.