Triggered #3
“Ashton, if you stop, I’ll die. I don’t want you to stop.”
A gentleman would have asked again. Would have checked to make sure she was okay. That she wouldn’t regret this later.
I was not a gentleman.
I slide that condom on so fast, my cock straining in my hands, ready to annihilate that beautiful cunt of hers—and fuck, it’s a gorgeous cunt. Glistening and ready. I can’t wait to bury myself in her. But goddamn, I need to taste her.
I dip my head, my hands holding down her writhing hips as I swipe my tongue across her slick center. She tastes like heaven, a burst of earthy sweetness. This is my new obsession. Her taste. Her smell. I could devour her and still not get enough.
Her clit is at a peak when I wrap my lips around it, and I feel her body arch into me as I suck. My fingers enter her, feeling the plush softness of her inner walls wrap around me, grabbing me. Her hands reach for my head, fingers raking against me as I feel her swell in my mouth.
She cries out, her body bucking as her sex spasms around my fingers. I pump them inside her, feeling her body give way and fully submit to me.
Open for me.
And I can’t wait any longer.
I land on her and she greedily kisses me, tasting herself on me in a way that makes my cock tense with anticipation. I nudge at her entrance, sure that this is the part where I check in with her but not wanting to, for fear that she’ll say no.
“Can I—”
“Fuck me, Ashton,” she breathes into my mouth.
It’s all the permission I need. I press into her, feeling her gasp as I cross the barrier. She’s warm and soft, but like a vice grip around my dick.
Jesus, this woman. She’s made for me.
I hold her body to me, so tight. Every part of her is wrapped around me. Her legs. Her arms. Her slick pussy. I push deeper, then pull back. Gently at first, trying to be conscious enough to stop if she even breathes hesitancy.
She must sense my caution because she suddenly pulls a move that has me on my back, my cock still inside her as she straddles me.
“Well, fuck me,” I laugh.
“Oh, I plan to,” she says, bracing a hand on the wall as she grinds against me.
And holy hell, I’m not ready. The way I feel her shift around me, her thigh muscles gripping me as she moves with intention. Her eyes are laser focused on mine, and it’s so goddamn sexy to see her take control. To see her body, every muscle working as she rocks her hips.
My thumb finds her swollen clit. I don’t move, but let her slide over my thumb as she fucks me, feeling her tighten as she throws her head back, letting out a guttural moan.
Fuck, she’s sexy as hell. The way she lets loose. No inhibitions. No hesitancy. This is not like a first-time fuck. There’s nothing polite about this, nothing reserved. It’s like our bodies have known each other all along.
I hold her hips as she rides out the wave, feeling her goosebumps erupt across her skin. When she comes down, she’s half here, half gone. Her lazy smile spreads over her glowing face, and she bites her lip.
“Your turn,” she says.
“As if you’re done,” I laugh, flipping her onto her back. But this time, I don’t hold back. The vision of her riding me will be with me forever, but seeing her splayed out below me—her hair wild, her eyes half lidded as I drive into her.
This is everything.
I thrust into her, driving deep as she throws her head back.
She takes all of me, clutching at me as if she can take more.
Fuck, I want to give it all to her. She feels so goddamn good.
My hand finds her throat, and she lifts her head while I squeeze with the lightest pressure.
It’s enough to make her tighten around me, pulsing as she cries out.
I lower my head, grazing my teeth against her nipple, sending her into oblivion as she writhes below me.
I can’t hold back any longer. I could fuck her all day and through the night. But there is no way to last through this. I fucking explode, my whole body spasming as she continues her climax. Her skin is salty sweet, and I clamp down on her neck and taste her, bite her, cling to her.
I feel the soft shudder of her body as I slow. It’s slight, and I look down at her, seeing the crumple of her face.
Holy shit, I fucked up. I should have stopped.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” I hold her as she succumbs to sobs, her arms clinging to me as I remain inside her. I start to move away, but she pulls me closer.
“No, don’t leave me,” she whispers, her breath shaky. “You did everything right. I just … I can’t…”
I realize she’s letting down. All her defenses are cast aside, and this is what’s left.
I hold her close, rocking her body as she sobs into me. I wrap myself around her, constricting her tightly. Like swaddling a baby, the way I held my daughter when she was in the throes of panic. I feel Jordy relax completely, her body growing limp as she molds to my embrace.
I slip out of her, keeping my hold tight. I feel her soften. Her breath slows, one shaky inhale at a time until she falls asleep in my arms.
And when I close my eyes, I drift off easily, lulled by the rhythm of her breathing.