Page 36 of Work and Play
“Demanding, yes. But I think you’ll find I’m also very, very generous.”
Then with a firm grip on her hips, I pull her up the last bit so that she’s straddling my face. Her hands come to the headboard and she peers down at me with a worried, yet sensually curious expression on her face.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Me neither,” I answer honestly. “But I can’t fucking wait.” I punctuate my statement with the first swipe of my tongue up her slit, and goddamn, she tastes like heaven. Her sweet, wet heat engulfs me, and it’s by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Her initial gasp of surprise gives way to soft moans, and her hips start to undulate over me. My tongue slides over her folds, exploring her, tasting her. With her thighs clamped tightly around my head, the soft flesh of her ass under my hands, and her dripping wet core right over my face, I’m surrounded by Ashley. It’s a multisensory experience. All I can do is taste her, smell her, hear her, and feel her.
I start to slowly thrust my tongue in and out, mimicking the movement I plan on doing with my cock next. I change it up, sucking her lips into my mouth, feeling them swell.
“Oh God,” she cries out, leaning back so her hands find my stomach, her fingers curl into my abs, and her hips start to thrust into my face. It’s dirty, but perfect. I want this to last forever, I want to stretch out this moment of pleasure to last a lifetime. My tongue circles around her center as I lap up her sweetness. Her legs start to tremble, and I finally take mercy, pulling her clit into my mouth, and sucking it gently, then harder when she starts to pant my name. Her hands grab my head and she curls over me as she comes with an explosion of heat on my tongue.
“Finn…Jesus,” she gasps when she finally loosens her grip on my hair. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, caressing her hips until she slowly, with satisfyingly shaky legs, climbs off and stretches out beside me. I tug her right back into my side, unwilling to lose contact with her. My cock is pretty much screaming at me, desperate to plunge into Ashley and feel her lose control around me.
My focus is on trying to contain myself, and give her space to come down from the earth-shattering orgasm I just gave her. So much so that I miss her hand traveling down my body until it slides under my shorts and she wraps her fingers around me. I stiffen and fail at stifling my groan.
“Ashley. Don’t do that unless you’re ready for me,” I growl. She presses a kiss to my shoulder and squeezes my dick gently at the same time.
“I’m so ready.” Her hand slides lightly up and down my length, swirling at the top. She rises up, and makes quick work of pulling my shorts off. When she licks her lips at the sight of my cock, it just about does me in. She climbs back over my legs and leans down to kiss me. It’s at that moment that I realize one crucial thing. When I had to relocate to the Airbnb, I had zero intention of hooking up here. Which means…
“Fuck. Ash, sweet girl, I don’t have any condoms with me.”
The speed with which she hops off the bed is impressive. “That’s okay. I’ll be right back.”
Then, bare ass naked, which I certainly don’t mind, Ashley runs out of the room and down the hall. When she returns, she’s holding a baggie full of familiar packages. The clenching of my stomach bothers me. I shouldn’t be jealous that she came to the island with condoms.
“You’re prepared,” I say, injecting a light teasing into the words that I really don’t mean. Ashley climbs back on the bed only to slap my chest, rolling her eyes.
“They aren’t mine, you dummy. They were in the toiletry kit in the bathroom.”
I guess my surprise at that is evident because Ashley giggles.
“Yeah. Not what I was expecting, either, given the older lady who met me here when I checked in, but when she showed me the basket in the bathroom, she winked at me and told me to make sure I didn’t take home a souvenir I didn’t want.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope.” Ashley pops the letter ‘p’ on that word, giving me a smirk as she opens the bag and takes several condoms out, dropping them on the bed beside us.
“Well, someone’s optimistic.” I raise my eyebrows at her. She arches one of her own before leaning down over my cock and taking it in her hands. A few quick strokes has me back to full strength, and I grab one of the packets and rip it open.
“You say optimistic, I say realistic.” Ashley takes the condom from me and rolls it on, then swings her leg back over me once again. Goddamn, I can’t wait until this damn knee is healed and I can fuck her properly.
“Come here, Ash.” I cup her neck and draw her down. My cock is nestled between her legs. It might not be exactly where I want to be, but it feels pretty damn good. I kiss her, my tongue sliding in and out of her mouth. Her body softens against mine, the two of us melting together.
Her lips trail over to my ear. “Finn. You need to fuck me now,” she whispers just before taking my earlobe in her teeth and biting down gently.
“God, yes.”
My hands go to her hips and guide her up and over my cock. She reaches down between us and lines us up before sliding down my length achingly slowly. I reach up and cup her breasts, playing with her stiff nipples, earning a whimper of pleasure and a rush of sensation as she fits herself over me. Once she’s fully seated, I let out a long breath. My hold on her hips tightens as she starts to rock back and forth. When she starts to lift up, I want to hold her in place and not let her move, that’s how intense this feeling of absolute rightness is, being connected to her like this. But then she slams back down on me, forcing a grunt out of me.
“Fuck, Ash. Ride me, sweet girl.”
Her nails dig into my chest as she drops forward and rolls her hips. “Oh shit,” she starts to moan, and her movements speed up slightly. I let go of her hips to tangle my hand in her hair, pulling her down while lifting my torso up at the same time so I can kiss her hard, swallowing the sounds of her desire.
She pulls back, but my hand is still in her hair, gripping it tight.
“Finn,” she groans as her hands cup her breasts, then start to slide down. I intercept them with my own.
“That’s my job, sweet girl,” I growl before pinching her clit, earning a shriek.
