Page 82 of Ash Storm

Did she want to stop?

No.

Most certainly not.

“No. I don’t want you to stop. I want you to lick me.”

“Good. Then hold on to that headboard. There. Good girl.”

Nobody had ever called her that, and his words sent a spasm through her lower belly.

“You can always tell me to stop,” he repeated. “Always.”

She nodded.

“Stop talking, Ash. Please.”

Thankfully, he didn’t need to be told a second time. His hands pressed onto her hips, lowering her onto his face. And she’d never been licked in this position before—where she was on top, but the control was all with someone else.

With other partners, oral sex had always been brief—often more about lubrication than about pleasure, if truth be told. Ash, however, feasted on her as if he’d never tasted anything as delicious, licking her to one of the strongest orgasms of her life.

She cried out, her muscles quivering. Bright colors flashed behind her eyelids.

“I need … I need to …” she begged, unable to form a proper sentence.

He seemed to know what she needed, because he pulled her sideways, so she was lying on the bed, no longer needing to balance herself.

“So good,” she said, closing her eyes. Her fingers and toes tingled.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“When I come?”

He laughed, and she laughed with him. That was another first. She’d never met a man who could laugh in bed, but Ash was so masculine, and so comfortable in his own masculinity, it felt like this was something they could do together. Even during sex.

“You’re beautiful all the time, Re.”

“Then show me,” she said, opening her knees to show him her glistening core.

“You want me to lick you again?”

She shook her head. She wasn’t sure she would survive that. “I would prefer it if you fucked me.”

Desire made his eyes bright.

“Are you sure?”

“Do you have a condom?”

He nodded, reaching into the night table next to the bed and coming back with a square foil.

She took it from him, ripping it open and pulled it over his erection. He watched her with hooded eyes, his cock growing even bigger as she touched him.

He still didn’t move, and she suddenly realized he was purposefully giving her control of the situation.

She got onto her knees on the bed, straddling him. And even though she was tall for a woman, he was so big, it was a stretch for her. She lowered herself onto him, not pulling him inside her yet, instead rubbing her clit against his condom-clad erection.

So good.