40. Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty
Ash
T hat was the best orgasm she’s ever had in her life, no doubt about it.
She thought the others Raif had given her before were good, but this, this was life-changing.
She never thought she could come from internal stimulation alone.
Sex is good, but she needs her clit rubbed to come like a lot of women.
Even with Michelle, who spent a lot of time exploring Ash’s body, could never get her off like this.
She spends the next few minutes panting and lying against his chest. She can feel his hard cock still pressed up against her ass, but she’s too tired and loose to move at the moment, and Raif isn’t doing anything except stroking her body.
Even though she just came for what must have been forty seconds straight, she still wants more.
Wants him to flip her over and fuck into her loose, sleepy body.
Her pussy thrums in the best way. His fingers still slowly thrust in and out of her, and she just opens her legs back up wide and revels in the feeling.
It feels good, like a massage. He kisses her neck and her face as he works his fingers in her. She lies there, basking in the glow of her orgasm, till she feels a little more back to normal. He must sense it because he rumbles in her ear, “Was that good, baby?”
“Asshole, you know it was good.”
He chuckles against her.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
She sits up, turns a little so she can face him.
“What about you, huh? You didn’t get off.”
“It’s not about me, baby. I wanted to make you feel good.”
“I want to make you feel good too,” she says, rubbing her ass back against his dick.
He smiles that small smile that she loves, and she kisses it right off his face.
She turns fully in the bath so she’s straddling him.
She rocks against his cock. His hands are on her hips, and he tightens his grip on her.
She loves the way it feels, rubbing his cock on her sensitive sex.
Feels like she could come again. But that’s not the plan, it’s not about her pleasure right now.
She wants to make him come, wants to make him feel half as good as he made her feel.
They kiss hard as she grinds herself down on him.
His tongue maps her mouth with little bites to her lips.
She slides her hands all over his toned body.
Grips his hair. Rubs his biceps. Trails fingers over his abs.
He seems to shudder when she does the last one, so she does it over and over again.
She finally makes her way to his cock, trapped between their bodies.
She plays with the head, rubs her thumb over the top. Even in the water, she can feel it’s sticky with pre-come. She strokes as much as she can, but there’s not much room between their bodies.
She pulls the drain plug, letting the water go down till she’s shivering.
“Come on.”
She stands and gets out of the tub, pulling him along by his hand. His cock stands up proud, and she can’t help but reach out and stroke it. When she tightens her grip a little, his breath hitches, and she wants to make him do that again and again.
Ash pulls him over to the counter so his back is facing it, ass resting against it. She drops to her knees in front of him, both of them still dripping wet.
“Ash, let’s go to the bedroom if you want to do that.”
“No, I can't wait. I want you in my mouth, right here, right now.”
She swallows him down, and he groans loudly.
She sucks and licks, getting his dick wet and sloppy.
She can taste the salty tang of his pre-come, and she loves it.
The weight of his cock in her mouth and on her tongue makes her feel powerful.
Some women think sucking dick is demeaning, they don’t like it.
Ash fucking loves it. Loves the power that she holds in her partner’s orgasm.
How it’s completely up to her if they come or not. It’s one of her favorite things.
She builds up a rhythm, bobbing down and sucking on the way back up, hollowing her cheeks as much as she can. Then she swirls her tongue along the head and dips it into the slit. He groans each time she does it.
Her hands run all over his thighs, scratching through the hair there, up to his ass, and squeezing it. When she squeezes his ass for the third time, he thrusts a tiny bit into her mouth.
“Fuck baby, sorry. Sorry.”
She wants to tell him she’s fine. That there’s nothing to apologize for, that she liked it.
But instead, she squeezes his ass again and pulls it towards her face.
She can feel him resisting. Holding back, probably afraid of hurting her.
But she trusts him more than she’s ever trusted another person, and she wants this, she wants him to fuck her face.
She rocks his hips forward and back as much as she can so he’s thrusting little aborted thrusts into her mouth. She can hear him breathing harder, and when she peeks up, she can see his hands are white-knuckled on the counter.
She tries again to get him going, but he tightens up his body and doesn’t thrust into her mouth.
“Raif, please, fuck my face.”
She looks up at him with big eyes. She can feel they are watering a bit from trying to choke herself on his dick. Her lips are wet and probably swollen from having him in her mouth. He looks down at her panting, mouth open a little, like he can’t believe what she’s saying.
“Are you sure? I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please, Raif.”
He growls low, but she can still hear it, it’s one of her favorite sounds that he makes. He releases one hand from the counter and tangles it in her hair. She smiles up at him.
“Tap my leg if you need me to stop.”
She opens her mouth, and before she can blink, his cock is there, down her throat.
She gags a little, but the grip on her hair keeps her in place.
He works his way in and out while she holds still.
She tries bobbing in the beginning, but it’s easier to let him have total control.
It’s not too deep or too hard. Still gentle, and what she could accomplish on her own.
She whines and squeezes his ass, pushing it towards her face.
“You want more, baby? Want more of my cock?”
She looks up at him and nods yes as much as she can.
He moves so that both hands grip her skull.
Lines himself up with her mouth and holds her still.
He fucks her face, that’s the only way she can describe it.
She lets herself relax in his hold, mouth open as wide as it can go for his big dick.
He holds her immobile and goes to town. Thrusting in and out quickly, so his dick hits the back of her throat with every thrust.
“Fuck Ash, you look so good like this. So pretty with my cock in your mouth. You’re so good to me, baby. I...fuck.”
His hips snap as he thrusts into her face. It feels so good, letting him use her like this. That she’s the one pleasing him, making him feel so good he’s groaning and moaning above her. She feels powerful, and it’s amazing.
“I’m close, baby. You gonna swallow my come? Take all of me down that pretty throat?”
She looks up at him, eyes leaking continuously.
His head is thrown back, his corded neck taught.
When he looks down at her, his eyes seem even more golden than usual.
And then he comes. He thrusts in one last time, holds her deep and close so her nose buries in his soft curls, and his dick is down her throat.
She doesn’t gag, that reflex long since gone from him fucking her face.
She can feel his dick swell in her mouth, and then he’s trembling as he shoots down her throat.
She can’t taste his come, he's so far down her throat, but she doesn’t care.
His whole body is shaking, hands still holding tight to her head till he seems to pry his fingers away and clench them into fists.
His eyes are shut tight, and she bobs and swallows around his cock as he continues to come.
He whines high in his throat and pulls out, looking down at her with awe.
He pulls her to her feet and kisses her deeply.
“That was-that was incredible, Ash. God I…”
He bites his lip. She feels it too. This undeniable connection with him.
She wants all of him, the good parts and the bad.
She wants his grumpy exterior and soft, gentle words.
She wants to be with him all the time, every minute of every day.
To go to sleep with him and wake up with him for the rest of her life, forever if she can.