Page 39 of The Dryad's Embrace


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I clambered onto him and lowered myself onto his cock. Sitting on his lap, I was almost face-to-face with him. I leaned forward and kissed him.

Ash slid his tongue into my mouth, tasting and probing, and I rocked my hips back and forth. The feel of him, thick and large inside me, was incredible, and I moaned as I rocked harder and harder, fucking him as he’d fucked me. I couldn’t do as much as he’d done, but he put his hands on my ass and helped me.

I bounced on his cock, sliding him in and out of me, and Ash clenched his jaw. His brows knitted together, and the look of concentration on his face was handsome as fuck.

With our fucking, my clit rubbed against his pubic bone, and it pushed me toward yet another orgasm.

With Ash, everything was different. The sexual tension was more intense than anything I’d felt. I ached for him in ways I’d never ached for anyone, and the orgasms threatened to consume me.

I’d never had this many, either.

I kept riding him, and Ash pulled me harder and faster. Judging by his parted lips and erratic panting, he was close, too. I wanted him to orgasm. I wanted to give him the pleasure he’d given me twice now, and once before.

Ash let out a sharp cry and pulled me down hard so that his cock shoved into me as deep as it would go. When his cock jerked and spasmed with his release, filling me up, I cried out. He’d pushed me to another orgasm.

We came together, crying out, and I fell forward, leaning my forehead against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, and we trembled and moaned as we rode out our combined pleasure.

Along with the pleasure came a strange sensation of warmth that ran over my skin like a current of electricity. Something sparked between us, and I felt closer to him, more connected, than I’d felt to anyone. Not even to Oscar, and we’d lived together for the past couple of years.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the orgasms subsided. His cock softened inside me, and I shifted off him. I collapsed onto the couch, trying to relearn how to breathe. My lungs burned, and my heart hammered against my chest.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Ash replied.

“That was…”

“Not supposed to happen.”

I shook my head. “I don’t regret it.”

He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read. For a moment, fear curled inside me. Did he regret it?

Ash leaned forward and cupped my cheek. He kissed me, and the kiss was slow and sensual.

“I have to go,” he said in a deep voice. “I’ll be back.”

“Will you?” I asked.

He nodded, and that was all I needed to know. With a sensual kiss like that, and the promise that I would see him later, I couldn’t believe that he regretted what we’d done.

He stood and got dressed. I watched him pull on his pants and the shirt over his head, and just like that, there was no proof that we’d fucked.

He touched my cheek one more time and cupped my breast before he walked around the couch. I stayed where I was, and a moment later, the door swung shut and I was alone.

I fell back onto the couch and stretched out. My body felt the delicious ache of having been fucked and fucked well. It took a long time, lying naked in the fire, before I finally got up and walked naked to the bedroom in search of something else to wear.

ChapterTwelve

Ash

Ifucked up. I shouldn’t have slept with her.

Curse my gift of seduction!

Although, with Lorraine, it was more than just seduction that got me into trouble. Something about her drew me and made it impossible to resist her. I fought tooth and nail just to keep it in my pants. When she begged me to fuck her the way she just had… there was no way in hell I could say no to her.

I didn’t want to say no to her.

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