Baby It's Cold Outside
No sooner had Dave's mouth began its ministrations, then a mind numbing orgasm gripped her body and refused to let go. Shaking and sobbing his name, her words were incoherent as he continued to make love to her with his tongue. Sucking and licking as though he had found a priceless treat,
"Oh God!" she cried out as another orgasm began to coil tightly and tried to pull her into its vortex. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to keep going. She was…
"I…can't…" she gasped as she fought to catch her breath.
"Yes, you can, babe," Dave muttered the encouragement against her clit and breathed in her musk. His body throbbed with desire and want, but he needed to take her to the point of no return first.
"It…it feels…so…so…good." Her fingers tangled in his thick black hair and held on. Or was it to hold him in place? God, she didn't know anymore, but she didn't care. "Don't…stop…" she begged.
"And if I did?" he teased.
"I will shoot you and finish it myself," she threatened.
"Oh?' He raised an eyebrow in mock surprise.
"You…you doubt me," she panted as his tongue took another sweep and his finger dipped inside to give a gentle thrust. "I've had practice?"
"Pleasing yourself?" he replied. The thought of Ashley touching and caressing herself with some imaginary lover was almost too much for him to bear. He nearly died from want of burying himself deep inside of her body.
"No. Shooting dumb asses," she contradicted. "Like you."
Dave slipped another finger in and thrust faster. "Ah…that's it, babe," he coaxed, "just go with it. Let your hips do the work. So, you never played with yourself?"
"No…yes…yes…"
"How many fingers did you use?"
"Don't use…oh god! Don't use fingers!" Throwing back her head, she clenched her muscles tight as the first spasm gripped her.
"No fingers?" he asked. "Not even to do this?" He flicked her pink nub with his forefinger. Her body immediately reacted. "You like that?"
"You know I do."
"And you like this?"
"Yes."
"What do you use to make yourself come?" he questioned. "Toys?"
"Some times."
"Fantasies?"
"Yes," she hissed thru her clenched jaw. "Doesn't everyone?"
Dave ducked his head. "Tell me about your fantasies? Bondage?"
"No." She shook her head.
"Sex games?" He nibbled her gently. Her body trembled in response.
"Don't know any," she admitted truthfully. But she couldn't lie if her life depended on it.
"I'll teach you, babe." His finger flicked faster and her moans filled his ears. Almost there.
"Bet…" Deep breath. "Bet you would."
"Missionary or on top?"
"Missionary…I think."
Dave groaned. "You are perfect," he stated and dipped his tongue between her folds as his fingers drove her over the cliff with the most explosive orgasm of her life.
She knew she screamed. She couldn't help it. As he manipulated her body to respond, she knew he was in control. There was nothing she would deny him…no matter what the request.
Breathing heavily, Ash tried to get herself under control. Every single inch of her body was tingling as the orgasm finally faded. Opening her blue eyes, she found herself staring into Dave's deep brown ones.
"How was it?" he grinned.
Ash swallowed and tried to think. "That was…good," she finished.
Dave raised his eyebrow. "Good?" he mocked.
"Well…yeah. I don't have much to measure it against," she confessed, a deep blush tinted her already pink cheeks.
Dave dipped his finger in her core then ran it over her lips. He smiled as her tongue snaked out to tentatively taste her musk. His eyes darkened with desire as she parted her lips to take his finger inside and suck on it.
Feeling her tongue against his skin caused his erection to throb painfully. He had to remember to breathe and focus on pleasing her. Without a bit of modesty, he laid the weight of his need on her thigh and took delight in the way her eyes widened.
"Want to measure it against this?" he suggested brazenly.
Locking eyes, Ash reached down and wrapped her hand around him and relished in hearing his sharp intake of breath. Boldly she stroked him.
"Babe, you don't know what you're starting," he cautioned.
"I'm pretty sure I can figure it out," she replied saucily. He had awakened a part of her she didn't know existed. She wasn't a virgin, but comparing her past lovers to Dave Rossi made her realize that he was an expert in the Kama Sutra, and she hadn't even cracked open the book.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
"I'd like it more if…" He leaned over and whispered in her ear. He pulled back to watch her reaction. He loved the way her cheeks turned bright red. He had waited so long to make her his, and after tonight, he was going to be the only lover in her life. Forever.
"Is that possible?" Her eyes were wide with amazement. The heat of his suggestion made her heart beat faster and caused her thighs to clench from want.
Dave leaned forward and nuzzled the outline of Ash's jaw…his goatee caressed her so seductively that it caused goose bumps all over her skin. Taking her earlobe between his lips, he made love to it. Ash threw back her head in ecstasy. His touch was overwhelming her senses as he trailed kisses down her neck to the valley between her breasts.
"Let's move this to somewhere…with better accommodations. Like a bed. I like eating in the kitchen, but my knees need a little TLC."
"I…" Ash hesitated to tell him her secret.
Dave traced her lips with his finger. "You, what?"
"I've never had a lover in that bed," she confessed.
Pulling her off the counter, he swung her into his arms. "Time to rectify that," he stated and carried her to the bedroom.
