All the inhibition and hesitation that consumed her body earlier, fled as she parted her legs, offering herself to me. I took her invitation without question. I added a second finger, and her gasp rang through the cab.
“Fuck,” she hissed, as I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her. Her grip on my arm intensified, and all sense of reason fled as I focused squarely on her face. Perfection certainly did exist, and it was in the form of a stunning blond, with eyes that destroyed me, a body that encouraged me, and a heart that owned me.
The slowing movements of the cab and the sound of the driver humming tugged me back to reality. It took every bit of strength I had as a man to remove my fingers when all I wanted was to see her lose control.
“You two are very quiet back there,” the cab driver announced.
His eyes hit the rearview mirror seconds after I ceased finger fucking Ashlyn in the back of his cab.
“Just relaxing, it’s been a big night,” I shot back, my gaze firmly locked on Ashlyn.
Her eyes widened as she realized what could have happened, but I saw a flicker of rebellion flash before me.
I pulled her against my chest and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. Her hand rested on my stomach, her head fell against my heart, and we were soon lost in a thick silence. Our driver continued his humming and swerving through the traffic as we made our way back to my apartment. With every minute that passed, the electricity between us strengthened. The soft movements of her hand over my stomach, the light kisses I lay on her forehead, and the barely heard sighs she’d make when she moved her legs, made me feel as alive as I did five years ago.
“You stopped,” she whispered and turned her head slightly. “I’d just like it noted, that was an asshole move. You don’t leave a woman hanging like that.”
“Like what?” I asked innocently, and received a slap on my stomach.
“Don’t be an asshole.” She laughed softly.
I pulled her in closer and dropped my mouth to her ear. “I’d love to finger fuck you until you come, but it won’t be in the back of a cab when we have an overeager driver who likes to chat. No one but me is seeing you come apart, Ashy. If I get to have you again, I am going to damn well enjoy every fucking second of it, and I want you to be as loud as you want as you come on my cock, mouth, and fingers.”
With a smirk, she spoke so low that I almost didn’t hear her. “Do you think we can get him to hurry up?”
The moment I opened my apartment door, tension spilled over. Our hands pawed at each other like we were feral animals desperate for our next meal, and our mouths frantically devoured each other, desperate to steal one another’s breath. After kicking the door shut, we were on the move. We stumbled into the coffee table and hit the couch before we came to a stop against the wall. Ashlyn’s hands ripped at my shirt, pulling it out of my pants, and her touch made my skin feel electric.
I dropped to my knees and my hands ran up her thighs, pushing the red satin over her hips. Her arousal was evident, engulfing, and teasing my senses. Knowing that she wanted this, that her body was as eager as mine, was the only encouragement I needed.
“Pull your dress off,” I murmured against her thigh as I trailed her skin with kisses. My tongue swept over her heated skin, toward her pussy, and I found myself becoming drunk on her scent. Her dress became a puddle of red satin on the floor beside me, and I took a moment to admire the barely-there black lingerie that caressed her body and wrapped her curves like a perfect gift. Ashlyn Hart was a fucking goddess.
Our eyes locked, then she gasped and dug her fingernails into my shoulder as I slowly slid her panties over her hips. I shifted forward, not breaking our gaze, and slid my tongue in one long, slow movement along her pussy. Her eyes slammed shut and her lips parted as she inhaled a desperate breath. With long, prominent strokes, I feasted on her like a king eating his prized meal.
“Josh, ahh, shit,” Ashlyn cried. Her fingers clutched onto my hair as she ground her pussy harder against my face.
I dipped my tongue inside her, before gently pulling her clit between my teeth. Her panting became frantic, and her movements fierce as she soared to heights of coming undone.
“Come on my tongue. Let me taste you,” I said in a growl against her.
My arms wrapped around her thighs, offering the support her body needed and, with one last suck of her clit, she shuddered hard against me with a low moan of my name.
I rose to my feet and lifted her in my arms. Her legs threaded around my hips, and her hooded eyes met mine as I walked us to my bedroom. No words were spoken, just the promise of our gaze.
In a tangle of limbs, we dropped to my bed. Our mouths found each other and her hands made short work of my shirt, before starting on my pants.
“Josh.” She sighed and hauled my body closer.
I pushed her legs apart with my knees and she opened willingly. Our breathing came out in pants, as neither of us wanted to break the connection of our kiss. I’d kiss this woman every day for the rest of my life if she’d let me. My erection rubbed against her pussy, and I groaned as I felt her arousal coat my desperate cock. Our bodies, as if they were both silently pleading, began frantically moving against one another. The air surrounding us electrified, and her small whimpers of pleasure only enticed me to drive further. I needed to fuck her, but I needed to give her something different than the other women I’ve shared a bed with. I needed to cherish her with my mouth as my body showed her my clear intent.
I broke the connection of our mouths, and grinned as she took a deep, ragged breath. My lips found her jaw, and I began kissing and nibbling my way down her neck in soft, sweeping movements. I moaned against her skin as her fingers raked through my hair. I fucking loved when she did that. I pulled down the top of her bra, the only clothing she had on, and pulled one of her peaked nipples into my mouth. Her body jerked from the bed with a loud sigh of my name. I continued swirling my tongue and grazing my teeth along her sensitive skin. The louder she moaned, the more I would feast.
“Wait!” Ashlyn wiggled her body slightly. “We need rules.”
Christ.
With a pop, I released her nipple and gazed down at her. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her lips swollen, and her hair messy and untamed. Fuck, she had never looked more beautiful.
“Name your terms. Quickly. I need to fuck you.”
Her gaze dropped to my mouth. “No emotions. Just friends. No awkwardness. One time only.”
She could not be serious.
“I don’t agree to all of those terms.”
“What!” she shrieked with eyes wide in shock.
“Once I have your pussy, I’m going to want it again.” I leaned down and my lips trailed her jaw, then I licked my way up to her ear.
She shuddered below me, and I knew this conversation would be over very quickly.
“One time only is all I can offer,” she muttered, hesitation sprinkling her words.
“I’ll just have to work harder for it.”
“Josh, agree.”
“Do you want my cock?” I asked as I rubbed the tip of my cock over her highly-reactive clit.
“Fuck, holy shit, you.” Her eyes slammed shut and her hips moved, pressing her clit harder against my cock.
I was ready to explode. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. We’re done talking.”
My lips crashed to hers, and her body lifted from the bed. Ashlyn’s lips opened as she took a desperate breath, and my tongue slid into the warmness of her mouth. Her sigh seduced me into kissing her harder. I craved her taste. Her hands feverishly ran up my back, and I hissed as her nails dug into my flesh. My hand skimmed down her body, over her hips, across her stomach, and slid between us. I didn’t give her any warning before I drove two fingers deep inside her soaked pussy. Her reaction was immediate, and her lips left mine as she cried my name.