“Put it on me.” He ordered.
Ashleigh stared down at the foil packet, then back at him. She hadn’t done this before. Apparently he picked up on her hesitation because he continued instructing.
“Open it.” He said, gripping his cock and stroking slow and easy. “Now put it over the head of my cock and roll it down.”
She could do this.
“Easy, baby. You could make me come just touching me.”
She seriously doubted that, but she did slow her pace, not wanting to hurt him. She slid the latex over the solid length of him, and his groans lit a lingering ember inside of her. She could feel her pussy growing wet, eager to feel him buried inside of her again. When she had the condom in place, she looked up at him once again.
“Now sit on my cock, baby.” Alex demanded, and Ashleigh shivered. “Ride my cock and show me what you like.”
Her nerves rioted, right along with her hormones. Easing over him, she aligned herself with his long, hard length as he gripped the base and angled the head toward her opening. Long moments passed as she worked to fit him inside of her. His words of encouragement did wonders in making her relax so her body would accommodate the intrusion, and then he was seated fully inside of her, and she was moving over him.
He laced his fingers with hers and allowed her to use his upturned arms for leverage as she pushed up and lowered, going slow at first but then faster. Her movements weren’t graceful by any means, and she feared she was doing it wrong.
“Come here.” He whispered, and she leaned forward until her breasts were crushed against his chest. “You’re pussy’s so tight, baby. So fucking tight.”
He sounded as though he were in pain, the words coming out gruff and choppy. Then he pulled her head down until their mouths touched, and his tongue thrust deep inside of her at the same time he tilted her hips and thrust up inside of her.
She moaned. It was exquisite.
He broke the kiss, but kept her face close to his. Controlling their movements, Alex gripped her hips with both hands, lifting her slightly as he began to pound inside of her.
“Alex!” It was so good. He filled her, grazing every exposed nerve ending, every inch of sensitive tissue, and her muscles clenched around him.
“Tell me.” He demanded. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So good.” She said, barely able to speak.
When he slowed his movements, she tried to pull back, but he kept her close. “Tell me, Ash. I want to hear you say it. How would you write about it in your books? What does it feel like to have my cock buried in your pussy?”
His words ignited a mini explosion, and she tightened around the sensual intrusion. She was quickly learning with Alex that writing the words on paper was the easy part – speaking them aloud was an entirely different story.
“Deeper.” She said, battling between nerves and need. Need won out. “Fuck me harder, Alex.”
“Like this?” He asked as he thrust into her.
“Yes. Harder.” She demanded. “I want you to fuck me, harder. Faster. I’m going to come, Alex.” Just from the erotic conversation alone.
“I love the feel of your pussy on my dick. So wet. So tight. The way you squeeze me. Heaven, baby.” Alex groaned. “Buried inside of you is the only place I ever want to be.”
Ashleigh couldn’t think when he began to move faster, holding her hips still as he pounded from beneath her. “Alex. It’s too good.”
“Never too good.” He groaned. “Come for me, Ash. Come around my cock.”
That was all she needed before her orgasm raced through her, exploding as she gripped his hair in her fingers, trying to keep herself grounded as she tumbled into oblivion yet again.
Chapter Twenty
Still riding a high that had been strong and steady since he’d fucked Ashleigh for the second time that morning, Alex had to force himself to go home. Not that he wanted to, but Ashleigh had a deadline that she had to meet – or so she said – and he had something he needed to take care of.
Namely Jessie.
When he pulled into his driveway, the house appeared just the way he’d left it the night before. He could only hope that the only thing different would be Jessie being gone. He wasn’t going to hold his breath.
When he walked in the door that led from the garage to the kitchen, he cocked his head, trying to listen for any sounds coming from the back bedroom. She wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room, but he knew instinctively that she was still there.
Having to leave Ashleigh had been one of the hardest things he’d done in quite some time. After finally breaking down those walls they’d both inadvertently built in recent weeks, he had only wanted to stay. Happy to have sat on her couch for the rest of the day and watched as she wrote those fascinating stories that had him captivated.