Page 58 of Work and Play
She stops moving. And starts laughing.
“Was that funny?” I mock growl, making quick work of ripping her sweater off over her head.
“No,” she giggles, shaking her head back and forth. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny. It’s just that I’m so relieved to know I’m not the only one half insane with needing to fuck right now.”
“Oh goddamn, woman,” I groan, “You talking dirty like that isn’t helping.” I stand up with her in my arms and pivot around before setting her down on the couch. The rest of my clothes end up in a pile somewhere as quickly as I can get them off, and then I’m on my knees in front of her. Slowly, reverently, I peel her pants down and off her legs until all that’s left is a scrap of lace covering her.
I can smell her desire. And it ramps up my own even higher. Bending forward, I press a kiss to her lace-covered sex, feeling the rasp of the fabric against my lips. She moans, and her fingers tunnel in my hair, holding me in place. As if I would move.
“Are you attached to these?” I ask in a gravelly voice, and the adorably confused expression on her face is enough of an answer for me. I tear her panties off and while she’s still gasping in surprise, I’m licking her slit from end to end, turning that gasp into a shriek.
“Ohmygod. Yes.”
I let my scruff rasp along her inner thigh as I nuzzle her, breathing in the perfume of Ashley and sex. It’s my favourite scent in the entire world. But what’s even better is her taste. Sweeter than any wine. I spread her legs even wider, stretch one hand up to cup her breast, and I feast. Slow, fast, flicks and sucks, I know the combination of everything drives her crazy. My thumb comes to her clit, circling it with light pressure as I tunnel my tongue and use it to thrust into her.
My own arousal is sending white-hot bursts of pleasure through me, as if I’m coming close to an orgasm simply from pleasuring Ashley. It wouldn’t surprise me if I did; I’m addicted to making her come.
“I’m close. I’m so close,” she pants, and I double down on my efforts.
“Finn. I need you to touch me.”
I growl at the sound of her demanding what she needs from me. There’s nothing hotter than Ashley taking control. Rising up on my knees I lift two fingers to her mouth.
“Suck.”
She pulls my fingers into her mouth and swirls her tongue around them with a moan.
“Fuck,” I ground out, dropping my head to take her breast in my mouth. I bite at her nipple and tug it gently before releasing it with a pop and moving to the other side. Her hands find my shoulders and she pushes me down, and I go, chuckling at her.
“I’ve got you, sweet girl.”
Keeping my eyes trained on her, I slide my fingers in and out of her heat. Her hips lift to meet me and I settle back down and take her clit into my mouth. Sucking on it, letting the flat of my tongue apply just the right amount of pressure, I curl my fingers up and find the magical spot that sends her flying.
When she stops crying out my name, I reach over to grab the condom I stashed in my back pocket. Rising to stand, I roll it on then hold my hand out to Ashley. We switch positions so that I’m sitting on the couch and she’s straddling me again and she wastes no time in sinking down on my cock.
“Oh Lord, that feels good,” she says on a sigh as I fill her up. She leans down to kiss me and her hair tickles my chest. Neither one of us is moving our hips yet, and that’s okay. Just being in her like this, connected in the deepest possible way, it’s enough for now.
But not for long.
Her hips start to rock against mine. My hands find her ass and I hold on, helping her lift up and down along my cock. Her hands find their way to my shoulders and she braces herself on me as her head falls back. Damn, the sight of her breasts bouncing to the rhythm of her hips is perfection.
“I’m close,” she moans, dropping forward so that her hair hangs around us in a curtain.
“Good,” I growl. Pistoning my hips up and down, I grip her hips tightly. Her arms wrap around my neck, pressing us together, and when I feel her clench around my cock, I come with a roar. I hear her cry out my name as her own release overtakes her seconds behind me.
Eventually, we disentangle ourselves and I go quickly to the bathroom to clean up. When I walk back into the room, Ashley is curled up on her side, squished into the small couch. “Whose idea was it to get such small furniture?” I ask sarcastically as I attempt to fit beside her. She manages to nuzzle into me somehow.
“Mine. And it was a great idea. Because these couches were not bought with sex in mind.”
“Babe, always buy stuff with sex in mind.” I kiss the tip of her nose, just as a loud noise erupts from Ashley’s stomach and we both start to laugh. “Hungry?” I tease.
“Hey, I was too nervous about coming here, so I didn’t eat lunch.”
I shift so that we’re on our sides, still curled up tightly on the small couch. “Then let’s go home so I can feed you.”
“Home?” she asks softly, and I reach my hand over to the table next to us and pick up the house key I put there.
“Yeah. Home. You already know I make a decent roommate,” I say nervously, holding it in front of her.
