Without hesitation, which alone was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed, Ashleigh lowered his shorts down until they fell to the floor. Once they were a puddle on the tile, Ashleigh used her pink tipped toes to pull the fabric closer to her before going to her knees.
“Fuck.” Alex groaned as he watched. Honestly, he hadn’t expected anything like this from Ashleigh. Not the sweet, polite girl he’d had a hard on for for the better part of ten years now.
Backing to the wall so he could brace his legs, Alex watched as she touched him. It was like she was doing this for the very first time and the thought both thrilled and scared him.
Surely she wasn’t...
No way. She was almost thirty years old.
When she circled her fingers around his shaft, slowly gliding her petal soft hand up and down, he found himself captivated by the scene. It was like he was standing outside of his body watching, but that couldn’t be because it felt way too fucking good.
“Suck me.” He repeated the words she’d said to him earlier.
Alex slid his hand into her hair, pulling her closer as steam rose up around them, filling the bathroom with warmth. She swiped her tongue over her lips before using it to caress the head of his swollen cock, making him jerk in her hand.
She glanced up at him and smiled before pulling him deep into her mouth.
“Fuck.” The single word escaped when he sucked in his breath, his hands instinctively gripping her hair tighter.
She proceeded to lap at him, sucking lightly, scraping him gently with her teeth, and essentially attempting to blow his mind. And in that moment, he knew she’d never done that before, or if she had, the bastard hadn’t shown her how much he enjoyed it because she seemed almost... scared. And if not scared, she was most definitely uncertain.
“Suck me, Ashleigh. Take my cock in your mouth and suck. Use your tongue, baby.” He encouraged her, holding her head to him with one hand while gripping the base of his cock with the other and feeding it into her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Stroke me.”
Taking her hand beneath his, he showed her how much pressure to apply as she stroked his shaft while bathing the head with her tongue. It was so fucking good, but he damn sure wasn’t going to come yet. As tempting as it was to let go and watch her swallow every last drop, Alex wasn’t done exploring her yet.
Pulling his cock free of her mouth and her hand, he helped her to her feet before pressing his lips down on hers. He probed her mouth with his tongue, devouring every inch he could taste. When he broke the kiss, he let the water pour over them for a second while he stared down at her.
“Did I do it wrong?” She asked, and her self-doubt had him gritting his teeth, disbelief and anger filling his mind.
He felt as though she had stabbed him in the heart. The insecurity he saw in her eyes nearly leveled him. “Baby, you’ve got the sweetest mouth. I’m just not ready to come yet.”
A small smile tilted her lips before he kissed her lightly.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said as he turned her so she was positioned where he had been, her back to the wall. He lifted her leg and placed her foot on the ledge before lowering himself to his knees.
The dark curls that shielded her sex were trim and neat, and he took a moment to glide his fingers through them before separating the soft pink folds beneath. He had to focus on breathing because the only thing he wanted to do was to get lost in this woman.
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Ashleigh needed something to hold on to because she was pretty sure her legs were not going to hold her up once he... “Alex!”
The sensation was overwhelming, shards of electricity bolted through her, exploding as it touched exposed nerve endings and leaving her light headed. His tongue slid through the sensitive tissue, barely touching her, but it was too much. Her orgasm ignited, a fierce eruption blasting through her and making her knees buckle.
There had been no time to prepare, no way to know that the raspy warmth of his tongue would send her plummeting over the edge upon impact.
“I’ve got you, baby.” Alex said, holding her hips as he continued to kneel between her legs. Her muscles wouldn’t work, her bones had turned to mush, and she was flooded with a devastating sensation of fulfillment. Something she’d never felt before.
When he had actually stood back up, she didn’t know, but he was once again holding her against him, his fingers trailing down her spine as she fought for breath. He must think she was an idiot.
And then he was kissing her, pressing her against the cool tiles of the wall, his warm body flattened against hers, all of those sinfully sleek muscles rippling with tension beneath her fingertips. His kiss was gentle, sweet, yet she could taste the restrained hunger. When he reached behind her and shut off the water, she could only lean against the wall, hoping he didn’t expect her to walk because she wasn’t certain she’d be able to.