“That man is fucking idiot.” He paused before saying, “We’ll use condoms until we can both get tested.”
That hurt to hear, but I understood the reason. Dominic had lied to me about many things; why would he have remained faithful?
“Second.” The commanding tone of his voice caught my attention, my focus back on him. “Is there anything you don’t like about sex?”
Oh God, does he have to be so blunt?
My face flamed, probably the same color as my dress. “Umm . . . I don’t really know what I like or don’t like.” I shrugged like it was no big deal. But it was.
“Elena,” he groaned, his eyes lifting to the ceiling. “You are going to be the death of me.” When he glanced back down, the lenses of his glasses seemed to make his eyes glow brighter than before. He took a step forward and bent to nip along my ear.
“Does that mean you give me permission to take control?” His whisper was so soft I barely heard it. The kind of low voice that made me quiver in anticipation. Nervous or not, I wanted it. I glanced down for a moment, then looked up. Excitement and nervous anticipation caused my hands to shake.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
Ashton pounced. Taking hold of my shoulders, he flipped me around and before I could blink, the zipper on my dress had been lowered and it pooled at my feet. The urge to lift my arms to cover my exposed body was overwhelming. My hands twitched, but I held still.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, lips against my neck and I shivered. Him calling me a good girl was quite possibly the hottest thing I’d ever heard. “I like when you stand up to me and everyone else outside of this room. But in here, I want you to submit every part of your body to me.”
“Mmm . . .”
His tongued traveled the path down my neck. “Can you do that?”
“I can,” I said, my voice sounding more confident than I felt.
Submitting to Ashton meant I didn’t have to worry. I could learn what I liked.
He could teach me.
His hands reached around me to cup my breasts through the black strapless bra, his thumbs brushing my nipples lightly over the fabric, and all I could think about was what it would feel like if he were to delve beneath the silk.
I didn’t have to wait long. One hand dipped into the cup of my bra, the other moving around my back to pop the simple clasp, letting the garment fall to the ground on top of my dress. Then his hands came back around and began again. Every pinch and flick of my nipple sent sensation straight to my core.
Unknown sensations.
Amazing sensations.
With a sigh, I dropped my head back onto Ashton’s shoulder.
“I take it you like that.”
I nodded.
“Turn around.”
My feet moved, immediately obeying his command. Both body and mind were on the same page. In here, they would do anything Ashton asked, as long as he continued to stroke my body in a way that set me ablaze. I craved his touch, his taste. I needed more of this. More of him.
If I thought his fingers were masterful, they had nothing on his tongue. Gentle flicks turned into hard painful, yet pleasure filled sucks. I groaned, unable to hold it back as passion over took my mind.
“That’s it, baby. I wanna hear it all—every moan, every whimper. But if you speak, it’s to call my name.”
His mouth moved to my other breast, teasing my body into such incoherency I failed to notice him lowering me until my skin hit the cool sheets of the bed, his jacket now missing, the muscles of his arms filling out his dress shirt as he crawled up over me. I reached out to take off his tie.
“No, no, no.” His hands gripped my wrists, moving my hands back up above my head. “Tonight, I’m going to show you the pleasures of sex.” Sitting up he pulled his tie off and took hold of my hands. In the blink of an eye, he’d wrapped the material around my hands and tied them to the headboard. It was tight, but not uncomfortable, and my thighs quivered as my imagination began to run riot.
“Fuck, you look sexy tied to my bed.”
Being unable to move instead of unwilling was a new feeling. His finger ran down my chest, between the valley of my breasts, and my hips bucked upward. He smiled and his eyes hooded, growing darker. My tongue darted out to wet my lower lip and the muscles in his jaw clenched. “I think you like being tied up. I can see you breathing harder.” His fingers dipped into my panties, sliding between my legs, before he pulled them out. I watched on with wide eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth, his gaze locked on me as he pulled his fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. Nothing I’d ever seen before could compare to this. My breath caught at the back of my throat, making my heart race. “Fuck. So wet for me.”
“Please.” I had no idea what I was begging for. I just knew I needed something more.
“Soon.”
Ashton slowly peeled off the rest of his clothes, every part of his tightly muscled body on display. He leaned over me and captured my lips, his teeth nipping at me, the sharp pain making me jolt before he laved it with his tongue, soothing the sensitive skin. Once again he trailed his lips down my body, lazily, like he had all the time in the world. Like I wasn’t turning to Jell-O beneath him. I was so turned on, I couldn’t stop my head from thrashing on the pillow, not wanting to close my eyes for fear of missing him, but needing some respite from the torture just the same. I felt his mouth at the hem of my panties and I opened my eyes, watching him tease them down my legs with his teeth. My muscles tightened, waiting for something.
It was becoming clear Ashton was no amateur. As he paused I could hear my own pants, the sound echoing around the room, taunting me with my own need.
Pant
pant
pant
Ashton’s tongue swiped through the wet between my thighs and my back bowed off the bed as if lashed with a whip, pleasure coursing through every part of my body.
“Ashton!”
With every flick, lick, swipe of his tongue the heat within me built. I never thought it possible to feel like this during sex; to feel so completed consumed—devoured.
Ashton didn’t give me a second to breathe, pushing my body toward the cliff again, his hand coming up to roll my nipple between his fingers, the acute pain of his perfectly timed pinch making me squirm. I wanted to be closer to his mouth, yet farther away at the same time.
I can’t take any more.
Spots danced in my vision, the muscles in my legs trembling. Ashton sat up, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. His tongue darted out and licked his glistening lips. “You’re my new favorite flavor.”
“Ashton,” I moaned.
“The second best thing about dessert at home is hearing my name on your lips.”
He watched me and slowly removed his glasses, tossing them on the table beside the bed.
So I’m not the only one losing control.
His body between my legs, I watched in awe as he slowly rolled the condom down his length, his hand holding his cock tightly as he positioned himself. I knew what was coming. I knew Ashton wouldn’t want to hurt me, but I braced anyway.
The heat of him pressed against me, his hips falling forward as he slowly slid into me. But there was no pain—only an all-consuming feeling so wonderful, if I were to die right here, right now, I’d die happy.
“Fuck, so good. So fucking good. So tight, grabbing hold of me.” Ashton groaned, remaining completely still as I adjusted to him, his arms at my side holding himself steady over me, and I felt them shaking with the effort. “I’m not going to last.”
He thrust into me; deep, powerful strokes that forced me to climb higher and higher, his rhythm becoming wilder, more chaotic, until he screamed out my name, taking me with him.
“Elena!”