But not yet.
She got on the bed just as he’d ordered and spread her legs, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress. Slate didn’t miss the way her cheeks turned pink as she exposed herself.
He crawled onto the bed, immediately settling between her legs. He leaned in and kissed her slightly rounded belly tenderly. Feeling guilty that he hadn’t said much to her since he’d arrived—hell, he hadn’t even kissed her—Slate looked up and asked, “You good?”
“I’ll be better if you stop fucking around,” she retorted.
Grinning, and relieved that she wanted to get to the good stuff just as fast as he did, Slate licked his lips. Then he scooted down a bit and lowered his head.
From the first taste of her slightly tangy musk, Slate was a goner.
He already couldn’t get enough. The way she sighed, the way her hips tilted up toward him, encouraging him to continue, the way every muscle in her body tightened when he hit a spot she liked…He could spend all fucking night between her legs.
He teased her at first, licking her folds and barely paying attention to her clit. While he was sure what he was doing felt nice, he wasn’t going for nice. He wanted to drive Ashlyn out of her mind with lust.
He put one hand on her belly to hold her still and inserted a finger deep inside her as he latched onto her clit and sucked. As he expected, she jerked under him.
“Slate!” she exclaimed.
Smiling, Slate didn’t lift his mouth from her clit. He could feel her inner muscles tightening around his finger as she squirmed. He lashed the small bundle of nerves with his tongue, and when his finger began to slide more easily in and out of her slick channel, he knew she was getting close.
“Yes, right there! Oh my God, yes! Holy shit, Slate…”
Her words were breathy and he could hear the desperation in them, so he redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on her clit.
And just like that, she exploded. Her orgasm seemed even more intimate with his mouth on her and his finger inside her. She trembled uncontrollably and her thighs slapped against his shoulders when she tried to close her legs…and couldn’t because he was between them.
“Too much, Slate…enough!” she breathed.
But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Lifting his head, Slate used the hand that had been pressing on her belly to manipulate her clit.
Ashlyn shrieked and jerked violently. She made a strangled sound in the back of her throat as she once more flew over the edge. Forcing a woman to orgasm had never been his kink, but there was something so damn satisfying about seeing Ashlyn lost in pleasure at his hands. She was at his mercy—and he fucking loved it.
She was still trembling when he removed his finger from inside her still-spasming channel and greedily sucked it into his mouth. Fuck, she tasted so damn good. He rose to his knees and grabbed a condom off the table. He rolled it down his cock before glancing at Ashlyn’s face.
The dazed look in her eyes made him smile. It was a great look on her. And he’d done that. “You ready?” he asked.
She was still nodding when he lined up his cock between her folds and pushed. He was thick, and the feel of her body yielding to him was enough to make his head explode. But just like the other night, the second he felt her tighten around him, Slate knew he was in trouble. There was no way he was going to last long enough to build her up to another orgasm. She felt too good. Was squeezing him too hard.
“Fuck, woman,” he bit out, as he felt his balls draw up closer to his body in preparation.
She chuckled, and Slate felt the movement around his cock. He’d never fucked someone while laughing before, had no idea how incredible it could feel. “Maybe after I’ve had you a hundred times, I’ll be able to last more than two fucking seconds,” he grumbled, even as he pulled out and thrust back inside her body.
She didn’t respond verbally, just lifted her hands and gripped his biceps, digging her fingernails into his skin as he began to fuck her hard and fast.
It didn’t take long before the pleasure became too much for him to hold back. He pushed deep inside her and groaned, goose bumps breaking out on his arms as he came.
For a moment, shame filled him. Once again, he hadn’t been able to last when he’d gotten inside her. He was a grown-ass man, not a fucking teenager.
But Ashlyn made a contented sound deep in her throat. “That was amazing,” she whispered. “I’ve never gone off that fast before.”
At least he wasn’t alone. Slate lowered himself on top of her, not ready to pull out yet. He knew he needed to take care of the condom, but he couldn’t make himself leave her. “Yeah?” he asked.
She smiled up at him. “Yeah.”
“And once again, I came like that was my first time,” he said in disgust.
“I’m gonna tell you a secret, big man,” Ashlyn said. “When a guy can’t hold back, it’s kind of a compliment.”
“Right,” he said skeptically.
“I mean it. And I’ll go even further and say for a lot of women, thrusting for ten, twenty, or however many minutes, isn’t all that pleasurable. We get to a point where we just want you to get off and be done with it. For me personally, it’s about clit stimulation.”
Surprisingly, Slate felt his cock twitch at her words. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to tell him what she liked. “Noted,” he drawled.
“Am I ever gonna get to have my hands and mouth on you?” she asked.
His cock began to show even more signs of life. He wanted that. Ashlyn on her knees in front of him, or between his legs, giving him a blowjob, was one of his frequent fantasies.
Reaching down, he held on to the condom as he slipped out of her. Ashlyn wrinkled her nose adorably. Slate scooted over so he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, then twisted at the waist to hover over her, leaning on one hand. He kissed her long, deep and easy, kicking himself for not doing it earlier. Then he drew back and just stared.
“Slate?”
“You want my cock, Ash?”
She blushed, but nodded.
“As soon as I can control myself from jumping you the second I see you, you’ll get your chance.”
Predictably, she rolled her eyes. “So, like, never,” she huffed.
Slate burst out laughing. He couldn’t help it. She sounded so put out over the fact that he couldn’t keep his hands off her. “I’ll be back,” he said as he stood to take care of the condom.
“Um…now are you hungry? My offer to whip you up some noodles with veggies still stands.”
Slate considered it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
She beamed. “Great.”
He couldn’t stop himself from leaning over the bed once more and kissing her forehead before heading for the bathroom, scooping up his uniform on the way, which he’d left in a heap on the floor.
Twenty minutes later, he was sitting at her small table off the kitchen eating a simple meal of penne noodles and some really fucking good vegetables. Whatever she’d seasoned them with when she roasted them was awesome. They had a little bit of heat, and the garlic might’ve been overpowering but the noodles balanced everything out.
“Good?” Ashlyn asked.
“Delicious,” Slate told her. “So, your visits today went well?” he asked.