“Oh God!” Ashleigh bucked her hips as her entire body spasmed. “Oh! Don’t stop!”
Her brain wasn’t functioning, but her nerve endings were, and the spot he touched was overly sensitive, and remarkably responsive. At first she had no idea what he was doing, but then it dawned on her... G-spot.
“Oh my...” Ashleigh sucked in air, pressing her shoulders into the back of the chair as she tried to thrust her hips, wanting him to increase the pressure. When he pulled his finger from the depths of her pussy, she had to bite her cheek to keep from crying out. Why did he stop?
He resumed his exploration of her wetness, sliding his finger up and down, pushing firmly on her clit from time to time. Ashleigh moaned her pleasure, never wanting him to stop because it felt better than she’d ever imagined, more erotic than even her deepest fantasy and that was saying something.
Alex was taking his part of the story seriously, using his tongue and his finger to torture her, but when he ventured from the script, dipping his index finger deep inside of her before retreating, then easing lower, tracing her anus, Ashleigh almost came apart. No one had ever touched her there.
“Lift your hips, baby.” Alex demanded, his mouth latching onto her clit once again.
She wasn’t sure she could lift them anymore because she was at an awkward angle in the chair, half sitting, half leaning, her ass nearly hanging off the seat while her knees were propped on the armrests. Instead of questioning him, she pushed herself farther into the chair, and he used his hands to lift her bottom, bringing her pussy to his mouth, continuing to feast there, making her crazy with need.
Ashleigh wasn’t going to last much longer. Her orgasm was building, tingling sensations spiraling in her womb, her muscles gearing up for the aftermath of the implosion.
Alex lifted her rear another inch and his tongue was no longer in her pussy. He ventured lower, and Ashleigh closed her eyes, giving herself over to the foreign feeling, the delicate nerves wrought with arousal as he reamed her anus with his tongue.
Taboo, unmentionable, forbidden... call it what you will, but Ashleigh was quickly soaring toward an orgasm unlike anything she’d known before. It was amazing, this new feeling, and she didn’t want him to stop, but she didn’t know what to ask for.
“So good, Alex. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Much to her relief, he didn’t stop, but he did slow his ministrations. Ashleigh kept her eyes closed, not sure she wanted to see what he was doing because it was erotically intense, not to mention it was something she wasn’t certain she should enjoy quite so much.
“Relax, baby.” Alex’s firm command broke the silence, filled only by her choppy breaths.
Ashleigh squeezed her eyes shut, trying to relax. His tongue reamed her anus again, his finger slid into her pussy, and he continued to torment her. Then he switched, and Ashleigh’s body tensed. His finger slid into her anus, the foreign feeling exquisitely painful while his tongue latched onto her clit, her body fighting to understand the warring sensations until she couldn’t make out anything but the overwhelming, piercing pleasure that erupted in violent tremors in her womb.
Ashleigh instinctively gripped his head, holding onto him as though that would keep her from soaring out of her body as her orgasm ruptured, shattering her into a million pieces.
It look her a few minutes to come back to herself, especially enough to pick up where they had left off. Opening her eyes, she saw the heated emerald green glow staring back at her, and she could only smile.
“Better?” Alex asked.
“Immensely,” she grinned.
“So what happens next?” Alex asked, and Ashleigh glanced up at the computer screen. After that, she didn’t know if she could handle much more, but the best parts – or so she had originally thought before that exhilarating experience – were still to come.
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Alex didn’t move from where he was kneeling between Ashleigh’s splayed thighs. He couldn’t move, actually. He was on his knees, the hard wood biting into his knees, but he was more concerned about the pressure of his jeans on his throbbing dick. He was going to explode if he moved an inch, he feared.
After that little experiment, Alex was fighting the fierce urge to bend her over that damn table and bury his cock in her ass. It was the most sensual thing he’d ever seen, and the eager responsiveness of her body told him she had enjoyed it as much as he had.
Now he just needed to wait for her to pick up the story where she had left off. And yes, maybe he’d improvised just a little, but it was so fucking worth it.
Ashleigh’s whiskey brown eyes glowed from the laptop’s bright light, and he was torn between seeing the shimmering desire in her eyes and gazing down at her pussy because he was hanging by a very thin thread. If she didn’t get on with it, he was going to free his cock and bury himself in her sweet, warm depths.