“Turn around.”
She turned her back to him, conscious of his heated gaze lingering on her bare behind.
She felt his lips on her. They fluttered over her round flesh in butterfly kisses. So delicate and sexy. Then he nuzzled the flimsy fabric of her panties, brushing against her melting folds.
Oh, God, she thought she’d die. This was so intensely intimate.
His fingers glided under the elastic lace of the thong and he drew it downward. Soon, he’d peeled away the last bit of cloth covering her naked body. He pressed his hand against her back and eased her forward until she was bent over.
He was looking at her. She could feel it. Gazing at her intimate folds.
Then she jumped as she felt his mouth touch her. His tongue pressed into her folds and he licked her.
He pressed her thighs apart, opening her to him, then his tongue pushed deeper into her. His hand returned to her back and he pressed her down further, then his mouth covered her. He found her clit and teased it.
“Oh, yes.”
“Do you like that?”
“Yes, Mr. Gallagher.”
His fingertip brushed her clit. She choked back a moan as it quivered over the tiny bud. Pleasure rippled from that spot to her very core.
He licked her again as his fingers dipped into her. Just a little. Teasing.
Then they slipped away. So did his mouth.
“Ashley, come stand in front of me.”
She stood up and turned to face him.
He tucked his hands under her breasts and lifted, gazing at each one. He caressed them gently. Sparks flared from her nipples to her inner core.
“That feels so good, Mr. Gallagher.”
He leaned forward and licked her nipple, suckled for a moment, driving her wild, then lapped at the other. When he drew away, abandoning her needy breasts, she moaned in disappointment.
“Now it’s time for you to do something for me.”
“Anything, sir.”
He smiled. “Kneel down.”
She knelt, conscious of the growing bulge in his pants.
“Undress me.”
“Yes, sir.”
She started with the top button of his shirt and unfastened it, catching a glimpse of hard muscle beneath. That expanded as she undid the second, then the third. When she had all the buttons undone, she ran her hands up his stomach, then over his chest, delighting at the feel of his rock-hard, sculpted muscles under her fingertips.
She pushed the shirt off, then her gaze dropped to his pants. She unfastened the button, then grasped the zipper tab and pulled it down. Slowly. Inside, she could see his thick, swollen cock straining at the light cotton of his briefs. He stood up, his body moving closer to her, and pushed down his pants. Then he waited, his briefs still covering—barely—his distended cock.
She tucked her fingers under the elastic and drew them down, slowly. Her gaze locked on the exposed head of his cock, then the long shaft as she drew down the fabric. She pushed the briefs down his thick thighs to the floor, then gazed up at his long, hard cock, pointing straight to the ceiling.
Maybe it just appeared so incredibly long because she was looking up at it, but when she straightened up, he sat down, and she was gazing at it close up, her eyes widened.
“Oh, my God. It’s so big.”
He chuckled. “True.” Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her ear. “And soon it will be inside you.”
The softly-spoken words swirled into her ear and she sucked in a breath. Yes, she wanted that. So badly.
“Now suck it,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, mesmerized by the sight of his monumental shaft.
She wrapped her hand around the base, barely able to get her fingers around it, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his tip.
It was his turn to moan, a soft, yet masculine utterance.
She dragged her tongue over him, tasting the salty droplet glistening near the small opening on the crown. Then she swept her tongue over him again.
She opened her mouth and took his mushroom-shaped head inside her mouth. Twirling her tongue under the ridge, she delighted in the sound of his murmurs of approval.
Her hand stroked up and down his hard shaft as she teased his cockhead, listening to his rapid breathing. She glided downward, taking as much of his length as she could, then slid up again, her hand following. He watched her, his eyes burning with desire.
Her other hand glided downward until she felt his soft sacs, then she cupped them. She kept her gaze locked on his as she fondled his balls while his cock glided in and out of her mouth. His cock twitched and she could feel the sacs tightening. Soon she would make him come. Feel the pulsing of his cock as he came in her mouth. And she would swallow every drop.
His hand coiled in her hair and he guided her at his desired pace. Up and down. Pushing his thick cock a little deeper each time, until she believed she would somehow swallow him whole. His member throbbed in her mouth, his balls hard as walnuts.
Then he stopped, and drew her mouth away from his erection. He sat for a moment, watching her as he seemed to struggle with regaining control of his body. Then he stood up and guided her across the room. She was sure he was taking her to the bed, but instead he stopped at a tall bench with chains hanging from the ceiling. He clamped leather straps around each of her wrists—the restraints nicely cushioned inside—then pulled a cord which tugged her arms over her head. He sat her on the padded bench.
“Legs wide,” he instructed.
She opened her legs, resting her heels on a lip probably designed for that purpose.
Here she was, totally naked in front of him, her breasts heaving with her excitement, her thighs spread wide and him gazing at her glistening folds.
He knelt in front of her and his mouth pressed against her dampness. When he suckled her clit, she cried out.
His fingers glided inside her and she moaned. He stroked her passage, eliciting an intensely compelling desire that demanded satiation. She needed him to show her the way to ecstasy.
He locked gazes with her. “What do you want, Ash?”
She gasped. His fingers quivering inside her had dragged her to the brink and now … she shivered as pleasure swelled … now she was going to …
“Ohhh, yesss!”
His eyes glowed as he moved his fingers inside her, watching her intently.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as the sensations burst inside her, exploding in an earth-shattering orgasm. She cried out in ecstasy, losing herself in the maelstrom of pleasure.
As she floated back to earth, his lips found hers, his tongue pushing gently inside her mouth. It pulsed inside her and she sucked on it, pulling it deeper inside her until he moaned.
His hands glided down her naked back and she became aware of her breasts pushed tight to the hard muscles of his chest.
“What do you want, Ash?” he asked again.
“You,” she whispered. “Inside me.”
“Fuck.” He stood up and drew her to the edge of the bench. Then she felt it. His hot, hard flesh brush against her slick, steaming opening. So wet, he would slide right in.
“Please, I want you now.”
He nuzzled her ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Gallagher. I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted that for so long. Pleeeaaase fuck me!”
On a low groan, he eased forward.
She could see in his eyes that he was using every shred of control he possessed to glide into her slowly. His was thick and hard, stretching her. Almost painfully, he was so big. But she wanted him. Wanted it. All the way. Filling her like no man had ever filled her before.
Still he glided. Only halfway in.
“Oh, God, yes. It feels so good.”
That was too much for him and he drove deep. She gasped. Tears prickled in her eyes at the sweetness of the pleasure-pain of having him fully immersed in her body.
“Yes,” she whimpered, then squeezed him inside.
He moaned in response.
“Please, Mr. Gallagher. Please fuck me now.”
“God damn.” He drew back, then thrust deep again.