She molded herself against him, rubbed her mound against his erection almost frantically, dragged her breasts across his chest. Her excitement turned him on even more, and he groaned and tightened his grip on the soft cheeks of her ass and kissed her hard. Hot. Wet.

She ground her mouth back against his, still bumping herself against him. He realized she was finding a rhythm and looking for release.

"Honey, you're so hot,” he murmured. “Slow down."

"I can't,” she panted against his mouth, her breath warm. “I just ... can't. You just get me so hot ... I can't stand it."

Her hips rolled in a sensuous rhythm, and he was suddenly afraid he was going to come in his pants. He lowered her, letting her slide down his body till her feet were back on the floor, and she whimpered.

"It'll be better,” he coaxed her, hands going to the hem of her top and stripping it off over her head. Then he found the clasp of her bra and let it fall. He filled his hands with her breasts, soft, warm, round, the nipples hard against his palm. He squeezed, drawing a moan of pleasure from her.

He got rid of his shorts. Oh man, that felt good. He swelled against her hands as she stroked him through the thin fabric. She lowered one hand to his balls, squeezing gently; he groaned as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

"Ashlyn,” he croaked. She dragged his briefs down his thighs. His skin felt tight and sizzling as his dick sprang up, released from the confines of his underwear.

"Oh, Zach,” she whispered, and he looked down at her taking him in her hands. The sight of her feminine hands on his hard dark cock made his mouth grow dry and his heart pound. He didn't know what to do with his hands as he stood there in front of her, so he put them on her silky head and dug his fingers into her hair. He wanted to pull her head towards him so she could put her mouth on him. Too pushy? He groaned. He wanted it so bad, but he wanted her to want it.

And she did. As her hands stroked him and she admired him, her lips parted and her lashes fluttered down. She leaned in and closed her warm, wet mouth over the head, and he went blind. Damn, he loved blow jobs, but this was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. The hungry suction of her mouth, the swirling heat of her tongue sent pleasure slamming through him.

"Hold me tighter, honey,” he murmured, and her hands tightened around him exquisitely. “Oh, yeah."

She pulled on him, up and down, one hand sliding to his balls and tugging them down and away from his body. Jesus Christ! He gasped, his hands tightening in her hair as her mouth slid hotly over him, sensations shooting to the base of his spine and sending weakness down his legs.

Then her fingers slid behind his balls, up the crease between his cheeks, gliding over the ultra-sensitive skin there. His legs almost gave out at the excitement her touch evoked.

"Ashlyn,” he gasped hoarsely. “Holy...” His words ended with a groan. “I'm going to come,” he choked out. “Ash..."

He loosened his grip on her head so she could move off him if she wanted, but she kept sucking, sliding wetly, and as all the incredible sensations built in him higher and higher, he burst and came in her mouth.

She sucked him, took it all, her hands going still on his cock as he growled his release, pumped into her mouth, his whole body trembling.

When she lifted her mouth off him, he dropped to his knees in front of her, afraid he was going to fall, gathered her up against him and buried his face in her hair.

"God, Ashlyn,” he muttered, still shaking. Her hands stroked his back slowly, tenderly. His heart slammed hard and fast in his chest and he gulped in air, overcome with his release and how powerful it had been.

"You taste incredible, Zach,” she murmured against his chest. “And you feel incredible. Last night you were so good to me ... was that okay?"

He laughed, a short, choked laugh. “Honey, that was so much more than okay. Words can't describe how that was.” He kissed her hair and held her tighter.

As his heart slowed to a more normal pace and he managed to suck air into his lungs, he lay down on the floor, pulling Ashlyn with him. The carpet softened the floor beneath his butt, and he realized he was still wearing his T-shirt. He ripped it off over his head and leaned over Ashlyn. She still had her shorts on, and he skimmed them down over her legs, along with her panties, leaving her naked on the floor beneath him. He moved over her and pushed her thighs apart with his hands, slowly, gently until she was spread wide. He positioned himself between her legs and stroked the soft skin of her thighs, down to her knees, making her shiver.

He looked up and met her gaze, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Her breasts were soft on her chest, the nipples still tight and dark like raspberries, and his gaze moved from them down over the smooth flatness of her stomach, the slight protrusion of her hip bones, the dark-blonde fluff between her legs. He traced his fingers through the smooth channel where her legs joined her hips, admiring the neat grooming there. His fingers slid down lower, around to the crease between her sweet cheeks, and one finger continued back, higher, making her muscles tighten, while the other slid forward into the slick folds.

"You're wet for me,” he murmured, and she nodded tightly, eyes now closed. “God, you're so wet, you're almost dripping."

"You turn me on,” she whispered, her head moving restlessly. Her hips lifted against his hands impatiently. “You turn me on so much."

"Yeah,” he said with satisfaction, leaning closer for a taste. He licked over her lower lips, slowly, savoring her unique taste, and inhaled a deep breath of her brown-sugar scent through his nose. Then he lifted his gaze to her face and saw her watching him, the look on her face so aroused, so pleased. Her lips were parted, her eyes hot and hazy, and he smiled at her. He saw her mouth move, the corners tipping slightly in a responding smile, and she lifted her hands and threaded her fingers through his hair.

"You taste good, too,” he murmured. “I want to make you come."

"Yes,” she whispered, eyes falling shut again. “Make me come."

He lowered his mouth to her again, pushed his tongue inside her as far as he could, and then licked up over her clit, small, swollen, hard. He flattened his tongue over her and let her push against him, letting her find the rhythm. Then he closed his mouth over the nub and sucked, and she convulsed beneath him as it came over her. Her hips moved, lifted, tightened, and her hands gripped his hair as she moaned, “God, oh God oh God."

When her tremors stopped, he lifted his mouth from her and slid up her body to lie beside her, half on her, getting his breath back himself. Her response was so honest, so pure. He loved making her come, giving that to her.

"We didn't even make it to the bed,” she said beside him, a smile in her voice.

"God, I'm sorry,” he groaned. “I didn't mean to fuck you on the floor."

"You haven't fucked me yet,” she pointed out idly, her hand on his chest. “We can still do it in the bed."

"Give me a minute,” he said. “Okay, let's go."

He rolled off her and grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet. Then the sight of her naked, perfect body shot lust through him to his dick once more, and he wrapped his arms around her, wanting to feel her against him from breast to thigh.

He wanted to tell her how incredible this was, how it had never been like this for him before, but the words sounded clichéd and fake in his head. His hard-on pressed insistently against her, and he wanted to be inside her more than he wanted to breathe, so he dragged her over to the bed and tossed her down.

Her eyes widened as she hit the bed, but he also saw the excitement there and knew it was okay. He had been gentle with her, but this time his frustration at the feelings he couldn't express, and his intense level of arousal, made him want things a little rougher. He growled as he moved over her, remembering at the last minute to grab a condom. Impatience made his fingers fumble as he tried to get it on. “Shit,” he muttered, clenching his teeth.

Then he grabbed her hands and held them over her head, fingers hard on her wrists. He leaned down to suck a nipple, took it in his teeth, pulled and nibbled on it. She writhed under him and gasped, and he dragged his teeth over the distended tip, released it, and took the other one. He sucked hard and felt her response, felt her hips move, her head toss on the pillow.

Then he was inside her. His mind was spinning; he was lost, out of control, needing to possess her body with hard, driving strokes until the pleasure spiked in him, unbearable, sharp, and he came in a starburst of sensation that rippled over him as he thrust and pulsed into her.

Chapter Twelve

"Are you okay?"

Long, recuperative moments later, his body hot and heavy on hers, Zach asked the question, his head on her breast.

"More than okay,” she said. “That was incredible."

"I was afraid I was too rough.” He rubbed his face over one soft breast.

"No,” she murmured. “I liked it."

He lifted his head to look at her, and Ashlyn met his eyes and smiled reassuringly.

"Good to know,” he muttered, smiling a little slyly. “You're pretty assertive in bed ... but a little domination turns you on, doesn't it?"

Her smile widened. “Apparently it does,” she admitted. “Or maybe it's just you."

As their gazes held, their smiles faded and she knew he felt it, too—the close connection, the tenderness swelling in their chests, almost choking them, almost frightening in its intensity. Something was happening, something powerful and beautiful.