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Ashleigh stared down at the little toy in wonder. Not because she hadn’t seen one before but because of what Alex expected her to do. She had learned in recent weeks that she’d had to pretend not to be intimidated by the sexual openness he lured out of her. It was becoming second nature to be naked around him, but to play with herself...
She wasn’t so sure she could do it.
Not that she hadn’t already done so many things she’d never expected to do with him, but each time she had to build up the nerve just to get through it. Like now.
Leaning back on the couch, she suddenly wished he’d join her. That would make it so much easier, but not Alex. He might be averse to having others watch, but he clearly enjoyed watching her.
“Turn it on, baby.” Alex said, his voice coming out husky and eager. Ashleigh knew how he felt. She was pretty sure her voice wasn’t working at the moment, so she didn’t say anything.
Twisting the end, the little blue toy came to life. Just like every other time he pushed her to try something new, she wondered if she should just back out. That wasn’t in her nature though, and secretly she liked how her actions seemed to please him.
He surprised her when he ripped his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor beside the chair, his eyes never leaving hers. The sight of his naked chest and those magnificently formed abs had her body trembling as much as the vibrator in her hand.
“Put it on your clit.” He said a little more firmly and she leaned back, spreading her legs, keeping her eyes trained on the plastic toy.
She was going to drop it, her hands were shaking so bad. Only the sound of his erratic breathing spurred her on, and she slipped the vibrator between her legs, easing it between her hypersensitive folds until she found the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Oh.” She didn’t hold back her moan because that was what Alex wanted, and quite frankly, the stimulation was more than she could stand. With the vibration on low, she wondered if she would come right there, touching herself while Alex watched.
“I wish that was my tongue,” he said, standing.
She wished it was his tongue. The man could do wicked things to her with his tongue, and she had dreams about all the ways that he had explored her.
Pressing harder, Ashleigh’s body tensed from the overstimulation, the sudden, acute tingle that radiated from between her legs had her clinching her teeth, trying to hold back.
She continued to play with herself while she watched him undress, uncovering all of those sleek, well defined muscles right there in front of her. The man was utter perfection with his smooth, tan skin, and lean, ripped muscle. The sight of him made her body ache for the feel of his weight pressed against her, looming over her as he thrust his powerful body into hers.
Another moan escaped, this one louder than the last, surprising her as much as it seemed to turn him on. When he was finally naked, he moved the coffee table before kneeling before her, his eyes intently focused on her hand moving between her legs.
“Touch me, Alex.” She begged, pleading for his warmth, for his tenderness.
“So pretty.” Alex said, then glanced up in to her eyes. “I will jack off to this memory for years to come.”
Whether it was the way he said it, or the actual words, she didn’t know, but Ashleigh nearly exploded. “Please.” She needed more, and she was too worked up to do it herself.
Alex took the vibrator from her trembling fingers and expertly began stroking her clit as he used one of his fingers to delve inside her.
“More.” She encouraged him, throwing herself into the cushions behind her as her body ignited. “I need more, Alex.” She was begging, and it should have told her how far gone she was, but the way he touched her, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply was making her body hum.
“That’s it, baby.” Alex whispered. “You’re so wet. So tight.”
If his husky voice was anything to go by, he was right there with her, wanting more, needing everything.
“I want to be inside you when you come.” He told her, pulling the vibrator from her clit. “Stand up.”
The insistence and hunger in his tone had her jumping, trying to do what he wanted because she knew it was the only way to assuage the ache that was building to astounding levels. He didn’t disappoint because as soon as she stood, he sat down, the long, hard length of him ready and waiting.
“Sit on my cock, Ashleigh.” He was no longer suggesting, he was demanding, and she was right there with him. When she started to straddle him, he stopped her with one hand on her though. “Turn around the other way.”
Her mind attempted to understand what he was telling her, but she did as she was told, turning to face away from him. When his hands gripped her hips, pulling her down onto his lap, she realized what it was he wanted. Reverse cowgirl, she’d heard the position called.