He was done. He needed her to come so he could fuck her the way he wanted—hard and fast. One hand eased down, and he began to rub her clit with his thumb.
She jerked, and it was all he could do not to explode when her muscles clamped down on him even harder.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, finally undulating faster on his cock. It wasn’t the up and down motion he needed to come, but it felt amazing all the same.
“That’s it, babe. Come all over my cock. Let me feel you dripping down my balls.”
“Slate!” she cried, as her entire body began to shake. She curled into him, one hand resting on his chest, holding herself up, and the other gripping his bicep, nails digging in, as if he was the only thing holding her together.
Slate continued roughly manipulating her clit, needing her to get off. But he couldn’t deny he was enjoying the view. Her long hair brushed his chest and face, tickling him with every movement she made. Her nipples were hard and her tits bounced as she swayed. The pooch on her belly made her seem even more womanly, and he loved the feel of her soft thighs on either side of his hips.
Ashlyn bit her lip and closed her eyes as her trembling increased. He knew she was on the verge of coming, and he growled, “Open your eyes and look at me.”
When she didn’t comply, he stopped the motion of his thumb on her tender bundle of nerves.
Her eyes immediately popped open. “Slate,” she whined. “Don’t stop!”
“Keep your eyes on me, and I won’t,” he said.
She nodded jerkily, and he moved his thumb once more.
Her hips began to flex and her thighs tightened around him as she got closer and closer.
“That’s it, babe. Fuck, you’re so hot and tight! You’re strangling my cock and it feels so goddamn good. I’m gonna fuck you hard as soon as you go over. I’m barely holding on as it is.”
“Yes,” she sighed.
Their gazes were locked. Slate wanted to look down, see where his cock was buried deep within her, but he literally couldn’t. Her pupils were dilated with lust, her lips shiny from his earlier kisses.
He pinched her clit hard, and she lost it, curling into him even more as she came.
Slate’s hands moved to her hips and he lifted her slightly, then slammed her back down.
She cried out.
Slate did it again, but not getting the friction he needed, he rolled until she was beneath him. She was still shaking as he thrust into her over and over. Grunting each time he bottomed out inside her spasming pussy.
It didn’t take long for his own orgasm to overtake him. He pressed himself as deeply inside her as he could get, arched his back and let go. He swore his vision went dark for a second, then he saw stars, pleasure like he’d never even dreamed consuming him.
After he regained some sense of cognition, Slate lowered himself, propping his body on his elbows so he didn’t crush Ashlyn. He kissed her gently, loving how boneless she was under him. Her breath was still sweet from the mixed drink she’d nursed all night, and he swore he’d never forget this moment, that taste, as long as he liv—
Instantly, something occurred to him. And as much as he didn’t want to ruin the mood, it needed to be addressed immediately.
“Babe?”
“Hmmm?”
She sounded completely undone, and Slate fucking loved it.
“We were so crazy for each other, I didn’t have a chance to put on a condom.” He didn’t beat around the bush. But he held his breath, praying she didn’t freak out.
“Mmmm…kay.”
He waited for her to say something else, but when Ashlyn merely wrapped her arms around his back and eased him closer, he said, “Did you hear me?”
“Uh-huh. No condom. I’m on the pill. I’m clean. Hope you are too.”
“On the pill?” he repeated dumbly.
She laughed and finally opened her eyes to look up at him. “No, clean.”
“I am,” he said seriously. “I haven’t gone ungloved. Ever.”
“Ever?” she whispered.
“No.”
“God…I’m sorry.”
Slate frowned. “For what?”
“I basically attacked you. Didn’t give you a chance to even grab one before I jumped on.”
Slate chuckled. “Jumped on?”
“You know what I mean,” she said, her cheeks heating with a blush. “I didn’t mean to make you do something you don’t want to do.”
“I didn’t say that I don’t want you bare,” Slate said. “I just wasn’t sure if you’d be upset about it.”
“We agreed to let each other know if we were seeing anyone else, and since you haven’t said, I figure I’m the only person you’ve been with. It felt safe, and I’m protected against pregnancy. So no, I’m not upset.”
Slate couldn’t stop his hips from shifting if his life depended on it. He slid in and out of her body easily, both their orgasms easing his way. The feeling of being inside her raw was indescribable. His cock twitched and began to recover.
“Oh my God, you can’t be ready to go again. I’m a pile of mush here, and you’re already getting hard?”
“Can’t help it,” he gasped. “I can feel every twitch of your muscles. And your amazing heat. And you’re so wet and slippery…”
Ashlyn giggled, and he felt that in his dick too.
“Oh my God, you’re like a kid with a new toy.”
Slate kind of felt just like that. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work.”
“It’s a good thing, because I’m in an orgasm coma. And the room is still kinda spinning.”
“You gonna puke?”
“No.”
“Good.” Slate slowly pulled his cock all the way out of her body until just the tip was inside her, then steadily pushed back in until his balls were flush against her once more. “Don’t mind me then, I’ll just be doing this for the rest of the night.”
Ashlyn laughed and, once again, Slate felt it deep within her.
“Right, carry on then.”
So he did.
Thirty minutes later, they were both sweaty again, and this time it was Ashlyn lying on his chest.
“That’s it. I’m dead.”
“But what a way to go,” Slate breathed, still overwhelmed by the way she’d felt on his bare cock.
Ashlyn turned her head, kissed the skin of his upper chest, then rested her cheek against him once more. “Slate?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I had a good time tonight.”
“Me too,” he said without hesitation. Before long, he felt her body relax against his as she fell asleep.
He lay under her for a long time, thinking of their day. He replayed Mustang’s words. Remembered how, even though Ashlyn was having fun with her friends, her gaze still sought his every few minutes. How good she felt against him when they danced. How generous and giving the woman was. How happy and content he felt when he was with her.
How amazing the sex was.
It seemed a little juvenile to add that into the pro category, but he couldn’t deny that they had some killer chemistry. He’d never forgotten to put on a condom in his entire life. But he’d been just as anxious to get inside her body as she’d been to have him inside. And the feel of taking her bare…it was better than he could’ve ever imagined.