Chapter 13
Ashley
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My legs were jelly and my body was sore but I’d never felt more alive. In the shower, he turned the water to the perfect temperature before lifting me in and standing behind me. I already missed the feel of him inside me. I knew he was still hard I always know when he cums and I hadn’t felt that telltale throbbing or the wetness of his seed release in me.
When his hands came up from behind to lift my breasts, I sighed with pleasure. They were a little sore from the mauling he’d given them but it felt oh so good. As the fine spray from the showerhead beat between my breasts his hands fondled and squeezed until I thought I would go crazy. His hands left me for the shortest while and I felt him cleaning himself behind me before his hands were back where I needed them most.
“Lean.” I leaned just my upper torso forward and got on my toes, I knew what he wanted. He didn’t use his hands this time, just the tip of his magnificent cock to find my wet opening that was always waiting to accept him. When he slid inside, I treasured the slight pleasure pain that I always felt when he breeched me. I hope I never get used to his size, that I would always feel that slight burn whenever he enters me like this .
“Are you sore baby?” Even the way he whispered those words with his lips against my ear was a turn on.
“Don’t stop, it feels so good.” I squeezed down on him to hold him in place. “Okay baby let go, I won’t stop I promise.” He bit into my neck gently and I relaxed, letting him stroke into me with short deep jabs.
Yes, I was sore, but it was the best soreness this girl has ever felt. I should do the sauce trick more often if this was the result.
I wanted to stay like this forever with him inside me, connected in the most primal way, but I needed to move. Pushing back against him I lifted higher on my toes and arched by back deeper before covering his hands with mine. “Squeeze them harder Simon.” I wanted that sting, craved it. As much as I love and adore his tender loving, I love nothing more than his fierce pounding.
When he loses control it makes me feel powerful. Then I know that I’m the only thing on his mind, that for that moment in time I own him completely. “Fuck me harder.” I squeezed my hands over his and threw my ass back hard against his moving hips. “Yes-yes-yes-yes, harder, faster, I’m almost there, make me cum.” I lost track of what I was saying as emotion overcame me.
My heart was a wild thing in my chest and everything was centered between my thighs and in my nipples, which were pinpoints of harsh pleasure-pain. Even the slapping sounds our bodies made as they collided added to the moment. And the way he growled into my neck as my pussy clenched and released around his huge cock was sweet music to my ears.
“I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming, shit.” He pulled me harder back against him until there was no space left between us and I felt his body shake and tremble as liquid heat showered my insides. Of course that was all that was needed to set me off and I was soon howling my own release.
He didn’t pull out right away which I loved, but stood there with the water running down on us, his cock still hard inside me as my body had little aftershocks. “Oooh.” I cooed as his he slid back and forth inside me, expending the last bit of lust left.
We ended up on the floor with the warm water raining down on us as he turned my head and kissed me over my shoulder. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, just cuddling and kissing like the new lovers we were and it wasn’t long before I found myself on my hands and knees on the cold hard shower floor with him pounding away inside me again.
I never knew I could be this wanton, this wild, but I was the one egging him on, begging him in my hoarse voice to fuck me harder. I spread my legs wider, arched my back deeper, all in an effort to take more of him inside me. I like the way it feels when he goes into that place deep inside me .
His hand fisted my hair as the other played between my thighs, tormenting my already sensitive clit until my juices rushed out of me. “I’m cumming so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He bit into my back and I fucking lost it. My vision went dark and my body was no longer my own. I was totally and completely his in that moment. Nothing else mattered but the sweet relief he gave me with his cock.
I came time and again until I had nothing left. When he finally came I pulled off his cock and turned around, taking him into my mouth to clean him up. More like to pay homage. I was as weak as a newborn when I was done and once again he was the one left to clean up our mess.
He still had enough strength left to rub us both down with towels before wrapping us in robes after we climbed out of the shower. We helped each other down the stairs to the kitchen where we raided the fridge while our dinner heated up in the microwave.
He was playful, pulling at me, rubbing my ass, like we hadn’t just screwed each other blind. I loved it.
“You’re still hungry?” I grinned and reached my arms up around his neck as he pressed himself into me. “I can’t believe he has anything left after all that.” He rubbed his growing hardness between my thighs and I learned there was still life left in me as well.
“You bewitched me. I would say we should spend every evening like that but I’m afraid I’d be dead within a week. You, little lady, have the tightest, hottest, sweetest pussy in the world.” He tapped some kind of sauce from the meal Martha had prepared onto my lips before swooping in for a kiss.
“Ummm…we’d better eat first, we’re gonna need our strength.” I laughed into his mouth.
“You eat, I’ve found what I want for dinner.” He pushed the robe off my shoulders and snagged my nipple between his teeth. “Fine.” I smeared mashed potatoes across my tits and he ate them off. This gave me an idea, and lying back across the island, I spread my legs and pushed two fingers full of potato inside my open pussy lips. He dove right in .
“Umm, give me more.” I fed him that way, taking bites of my own food in between cumming until the potatoes were gone. I was about to take a bite from my fried chicken leg when he got to his feet and drove into me. I almost choked.
We took another turn in the shower after stuffing our faces, before falling into bed and turning it all off.
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Simon
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I woke up the next morning ready to face the world after what had to be one of the best nights of my life. She was still fast asleep beside me and I studied her, as was my habit these days. As if sensing my stare her eyes fluttered open and she smiled brightly, opening her arms for a hug.
“Morning sweetheart, why don’t you get some more rest?” She didn’t need to be told twice and I grinned when she rolled over onto my side of the bed and fell back asleep. I headed down to the gym and did an hour on the treadmill, lifted some iron and did my usual routine, which I’d been neglecting here lately before hitting the shower.
I took my time in the shower, going over the night and thanking my lucky stars again that I’d found her. I guess it was going to be a while before I stopped wanting to fall to my knees and give thanks for my good fortune.
I flicked off the water and stood over the sink for a shave before heading into the walk-in closet for today’s choice of power suit. As I reached for my jacket I remembered something I’d forgotten all about in the one I’d discarded the night before. Fishing it out I went back to the bed as I fixed my tie.
“Wake up sweetie.” I held the card out to her as she opened her eyes and she sat up with a frown. “What’s this?” She turned the card over in her hand in confusion.
“I figured with all the wedding planning it might be better for you to have that instead of having to wait on me all the time.” She brightened a little and threw her arms around my neck. “Are you sure you can trust me with this thing? What’s the limit anyway?” She said it teasingly with a touch of nervousness.
“There isn’t one and it’s in your name, you can get whatever you need sweetheart.”
“Even a car?” She asked tongue in cheek.
“Sure, but I wanted to do that myself.”
“Do what?” Her mouth hung open in shock.
“Buy you your first car. I need to do some more research on what’s the safest thing on the road now.”
“I was just teasing. ”
“I’m not. Give me a kiss baby I gotta go.”
“But you haven’t had breakfast.”
“I’ll grab a cup of coffee but there’s no time for anything else.” I kissed the pout from her lips and headed out the door.
I had no thoughts in my head, no worries. What could possibly go wrong after a night like the one we shared? I was more convinced now, not that I needed it, that I’d made the right choice. Giving her the card was a big step for me, and only a few weeks after finding out someone else had had me on the line. But it was proof positive that I did not see my girl in the same light at all.
I threw myself into work straight off and for the first time in weeks didn’t give any thought to Jen and her bullshit. I wanted to keep the glow from last night going I guess and didn’t need anything marring it.
I got lost in paperwork as usual, confident that all was right in my world and things were as they should be. Ashley should be rolling out of bed any minute now from the quick look I’d taken at my watch, and hopefully she was planning another welcome home surprise for yours truly. My dick was all for it and I had to change my thoughts before I embarrassed myself as he jumped behind my zipper.
Damn, I think I was having more sex now than I did as a teen. Back then, I was too focused on school and getting the fuck out of the hell that was my life. Now things had come full circle. I had the wealth, the multiple homes no fear of ever going hungry again and more of everything than one man could ever need, and now the icing on top, the perfect girl at my side.
I still hadn’t heard from my future in laws so I guess Jen’s threats were nothing but hot air. Still, I was keeping an eye on her all the same because I knew it wasn’t over. I was hoping her sister knew better than to share too much about Ash and I, but since I didn’t have anything to hide, I wasn’t going to bring it up. I just didn’t want anything negative touching my girl.
My girl! Sometimes the fact that she was just that gave me a jolt. She was almost half my age, which may not seem as much of anything to worry about at eighteen and thirty. But what about when we get older? Oh well, I’m not going to worry too much about it now. This town was full of May- December relationships, most of which had stood the test of time. I’m more than sure that I could keep my girl happy in the years to come.