by Iona Rose
My pussy is dripping wet, aching for him to touch me down there, to fill me up and make me his. My clit is screaming at me, my body crying out for release. I try to ignore the feeling, focusing instead on the kiss we’re sharing. Ashton’s tongue massages mine, tasting me, delving deeper, becoming one with me, and my body is done listening to my head.
I reach up and push my hands into Ashton’s hair, deepening our kiss, making it more passionate. I move my hands down his body, needing to touch every part of him, clawing at him in my desperation for him. I have to have him. I have to have some release. But no, I can’t do that. Not yet. I try to tell myself it’ll make it all the more special when we do fuck, but it’s not working. What I know and what I feel are two completely separate things at this point.
As I kiss Ashton deeply, he wraps his arms around my waist and tugs me closer towards him. I know what he wants. He’s trying to pull me across the gear stick and onto his lap. I could resist his tugging. I know he would stop trying to pull me onto him if I did, but I’m done resisting him. I don’t want to deprive myself of this any longer. I’m done listening to my head. It’s time to give my body what it wants.
The decision is made in a split second and I move with him, pushing myself up and across the gap between us. I clamber onto Ashton’s lap, straddling his thighs, without breaking our kiss. My pussy presses against his cock, only the thin layer of my panties and his pants between us now. I can feel how hard his cock is, how big it is, and it just makes me want him more.
Knowing this is turning him on as much as it is me, it empowers me further, giving me the upper hand, and knowing this makes me feel giddy inside. I am driving him wild and I know it. It’s not just his hard cock that gives it away, it’s in the way he groans longingly as we kiss... the way his hands are moving up and down my back, my sides, like he wants to explore every part of my body.
I can’t help myself. My pussy is in control now, and it’s driving me too crazy to resist it’s pull any longer. I start to move my hips slowly backwards and forwards, moving myself up and down Ashton’s length. It teases me, bringing me even closer to the edge, but it offers some relief too, as his cock presses against my clit, giving me the touch my body is craving.
Ashton groans again, louder this time. He pulls his lips from mine and looks into my eyes. I can see the longing in his eyes. His chest is heaving where he’s panting for air.
“Oh God Elena, you have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” he says in a low, almost tortured voice.
I have every idea what I’m doing to him. It’s exactly the same thing he’s been doing to me since he grabbed my wrist and kissed me. I don’t reply. I just smile at him and keep moving, grinding myself harder onto him.
His hands pause on my hips for a moment and then he leans closer to me, running his tongue lightly over my neck. It’s my turn to moan and groan as tingles spread down my neck and over my chest, bringing my nipples to attention. He keeps licking my skin, and then he runs his wet lips down my neck, kissing and suckling at me.
His hands start to move again, pushing my dress up and moving beneath it. They move over my bare back and then he runs his nails down my sides. I suck in a breath as my skin puckers into rows of tingling goose bumps beneath his touch. He moves one hand around to the front of my body, cupping one of my breasts and kneading it. My bare, hard nipple rubs over his palm and I feel a shock of electricity flood down my stomach, meeting the longing need from my clit in the center of my body.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out when Ashton rubs my nipple hard between his fingers and his thumb, making it even more sensitive. He pinches it gently and holds it clamped in place for a moment, then he releases it, and the blood rushes back in. This time, I can’t stop the strangled cry from leaving my lips as more electricity courses through me, bringing more of my nerves to life.
Ashton moves his hand back down my body, trailing his fingers over my stomach and then moving lower. He runs his fingers over the outside of my panties, setting off my clit tingling again.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers as he feels the damp material clinging to me.
His words only make me wetter as my pussy clenches, begging to be filled. Ashton runs his fingers over my panties again, and then he pushes his fingers under the waistband. He looks me straight in the eye as his fingers move lower. I can’t look away from his eyes, and knowing he is seeing me as he moves his fingers closer to my pussy, really seeing me, only turns me on more.
He pushes his fingers between my lips, rubbing them over my clit and fire floods through me. He growls as his fingers rub over me, spreading my juices around. I moan as his touch makes my pussy clench again. His fingers find my clit and he starts to work it from side to side. My insides are going crazy as my orgasm builds up.
Ashton leans forward as he works me. He runs his lips gently over mine, not quite a kiss, just enough of a touch to tease me and make me want his mouth on mine again. He runs his tongue over my lips and then he nips my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging it sharply while making me cry out as the slight pain in my lip becomes a tingle that moves through my body, accentuating the delicious feeling in my clit and in my pussy.
He releases my lip and pushes his mouth against mine again in a kiss so desperate, so filled with need, that I almost unbutton his pants and ride him right here at the curb outside of my house. I kiss him back with equal fervor, pushing my hands into his hair once more. I keep my hands in his hair, partly because I like the way it feels, and partly to stop myself from going through with the idea in my head — the one where I fuck his brains out in my front street.
His hand keeps working my clit and I move my hips, getting more purchase against his fingers and upping the pace of his teasing touch. I feel him smile against my lips, amused by my eagerness.
Ashton moves his hand off my hip and strokes his way to the back of my panties. He pushes his hand beneath the waistband and cups my bare ass cheek. His touch is soft, gentle. It only makes me want him more. He moves his hand over my ass, getting lower, and I tense up slightly as his fingers move through my ass crack. Is he going to attempt to try ass play on me? His fingers keep moving and I relax again.
He pushes them into my pussy from behind and I gasp. I pull my mouth away from his, gasping and panting, trying to suck in some air. The feeling of his touch in two places at once like this is so intense and I feel like I can’t breathe while he’s kissing me. I press my face against Ashton’s neck, breathing in his scent and grounding myself for a moment as my body absorbs the new level to my lust.
His hands move in perfect harmony together, one working my clit, one working my g-spot. My body takes over completely and I buck my hips, wanting to get more from Ashton, needing to come before I explode.
My orgasm finally hits me, an intense feeling of heat and pleasure starts in my pussy and my clit then moves up to my stomach, making my muscles clench as my insides clench and unclench. My pussy tightens around Ashton’s fingers, but it doesn’t stop him from working me, pushing me deeper into the whirling storm of my pleasure.
I stop moving my hips as my back goes rigid, pulling my face away from Ashton’s neck. I throw my head back, my mouth hanging open, searching for a breath that isn’t coming. I can feel the tendons in my neck stretching as my pussy clenches tightly around Ashton’s fingers again. My clit is pulsing so hard I think it might actually be physically vibrating.
Another wave of pleasure sweeps over me, and I feel a rush of warm liquid running from my pussy, coating Ashton’s hand. He moans as my juices crash over him. His fingers stop working me and finally, I can breathe again. I suck in gasping breath after gasping breath, trying to get myself back under some sort of control.
My head comes back up as my muscles finally relax. Ashton slips his hands back out of my panties and I scramble back into my own seat, no longer able to meet Ashton’s eye.
Oh my God, what have I done?
I’ve let us go too fast, let my body t
ake control of my head which essentially means I lost control altogether. And now Ashton is going to expect more. And if I say no to more, he’s going to think I just led him on, used him to get my own orgasm.
“Elena?” he says softly.
I force myself to look at him – I don’t owe him sex, but I do owe him some respect.
He looks at me with concern in his eyes. “Are you all right?” he asks.
“I — yes. No. I’m sorry,” I say with a loud sigh.
“What for?” Ashton asks. He’s frowning now, but he doesn’t look annoyed. He still looks concerned.
“We shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that. I just got caught up in the moment and...” I trail off.
“And now you regret it,” Ashton finishes for me.
“Not regret it as such. I just — I’m not ready to go any further and I don’t want you to think I’m just messing with you,” I finally admit.
To my surprise Ashton laughs.
I stare at him questioningly.
He shakes his head slightly. “Would I like to come in and make love to you all night Elena? Of course, I would. Can I wait until you’re ready to do that? Yes, one hundred percent. And if you decide you’re not ever going to want that, then I’ll understand.”
“Really?” I can’t help but whisper.
Ashton laughs again and nods his head. “Really. Elena, I’ve waited over a decade for this moment. I can wait a little longer,” he reassures me. “You mean a lot to me, and I already know that you’re more than worth waiting for.”
I smile a little tentatively and when he returns my smile, I feel myself smiling back at him properly. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad I gave in and we did that,” I say.
Ashton winks at me and then looks pointedly at his hand that’s glistening with moisture. “Oh trust me, I know you enjoyed yourself,” he smiles.
I feel myself blushing but I return his smile. Maybe this wasn’t such a mistake after all. I know I have to get out of the car though. If Ashton kisses me like that again, I really don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself from going any further. “Well, goodnight then,” I say awkwardly.
“Sweet dreams, Elena. See you tomorrow.” He leans in for a kiss.
I turn my face to meet it. It’s not a lust filled kiss. It’s a soft, tender kiss. Ashton doesn’t linger, and when he pulls his face from mine, I’m relieved that he hasn’t kissed me hard enough to make me lose control again. I’m also a little disappointed that he’s kept his word, not pushed me, because if he did push me, I would have given in, and had an excuse for letting myself get lost in the moment again.
I get out of the car before I can say or do anything I might regret. I walk up the path to the front door, waiting for the car engine to roar into life behind me, but it doesn’t. Ashton stays where he is until I open my front door and push it open. I step inside and then I turn and wave at him. He blows me a kiss and I smile to myself. Only as I’m closing the door does the engine finally roar to life and Ashton drives away, and I get the feeling he didn’t stay because he hoped I’d change my mind, but that he stayed to make sure I got inside safely. It’s sweet and I like that he cares about me on more than just a physical level.
I close and lock the front door and then I stand behind it, my back pressed against it. I am filled with regret about what just happened, but I surprise myself, because I don’t regret what we did. I regret that we didn’t do more.
Chapter Twenty-four
Ashton
I had another long and sleepless night last night. I got home from dropping Elena off, showered and went straight to bed, but I knew even before I closed my eyes that sleep was going to elude me. My cock is still craving Elena’s touch.
I want her so much it’s fucking painful and the feeling never goes away. Even after the time we spent together tonight, in the restaurant and then in my car, I want more. I feel like no matter how much time I spend with Elena... it’ll never be enough. I’ll always want more.
I jerked off as I lay awake in the darkness, my mind taking me back to the moment Elena came on my hand, but it gave me very little relief. Even as I came, I started thinking about what it would feel to come inside of Elena, and within seconds, I was hard again.
I spent the night trying to ignore the longing I feel, but it was useless. I kept seeing Elena throwing her head back with wild abandon as she came on my hand. I kept feeling the sticky silkiness of her juices coating my skin. And I kept imagining the sweet taste of her kisses.
As morning rolled around, other thoughts began to penetrate my brain, thoughts that kept me awake for a different reason. I kept seeing Elena’s face after she clambered off my lap. The regret there had been clear to see. And all I can do is hope my reassurances are enough, and that she was telling the truth – she only regretted going too fast – not that she regretted being with me at all.
I cling to the tiny shred of hope she gave me when she told me she would at least try to let go of all the old resentments and give us a chance. I really hope she can. My God, do I hope she can let it all go and give us a chance to start over. But if she can’t, then I’ll have no one to blame but myself. I’m the one who made her feel that way in the first place, and I’ll just have to learn to live with knowing Elena can never be mine. Something tells me it’s easier to think this than it will be to actually do it, but what choice will I have?
I think I finally managed to drop off to sleep at about 5.30. My alarm is set for six and it blares out now, dragging me back from the sleep I’ve craved all night. I wake up feeling hungover, despite only having drank half a bottle of wine. I sit up and run my hands over my face, trying to wipe away the tiredness hanging over me. It’s no use. The only thing that might help me feel more awake is Elena.
I smile to myself when I realize her car is still at the office. It gives me an excuse to text her. Hopefully, even to see her if she accepts my offer. I reach across to my bedside cabinet and pick my phone up, instantly feeling more awake. I type out a text message and read it back.
Good morning, Beautiful. I’ve just remembered your car is still at the office. Want me to swing by and pick you up around 8.30? x
I put the phone down on the bedside cabinet again and get out of bed. I’ll drive myself crazy just sitting here waiting for a response. If I even get one, that is. God, what if she just ignores my text altogether? What then?
I go downstairs and down the hallway through to the kitchen to make coffee. While I wait, I put sugar in my cup and grab the milk from the fridge. I pour a cup and then force myself to go and sit down at the table rather than going back for my phone. I debate pouring out some cereal, but my stomach is churning and I know I won’t be able to eat anything.
I finish my coffee and rinse my cup out in the sink, and then I finally go back up the stairs to the bedroom. It feels like forever has passed, but when I pick my phone up, there are no new messages. My heart sinks and I slam it back down a little harder than I would have liked to. I mean I get it if she doesn’t want me to pick her up, but would it have killed her to text me back, even if she was just saying no thank you?
With my hopes of hearing from Elena dashed, I can feel how tired I am once more. My eyes feel gritty as I open up my wardrobe and start getting dressed. I debate not going into the office at all today, but I decide against it. It might soon be the only place I get to see Elena at all, and the last thing I want is her thinking I’m freaking out about last night.
I am almost dressed when my phone beeps. I practically dive across the room and snatch it up, well aware I’m acting like a teenager who has asked his girl to the prom and is desperately waiting for her answer. My heart skips a beat when I see Elena’s name on the screen. I guess I was just being impatient. I smile to myself when I read her text.
Sorry it took me so long to answer, I was in the shower. That would be great, thank you x.
I punch the air in joy. She doesn’t hate me. She’s not avoiding me. She was
just in the shower. This brings up an image that makes my cock pulse with desire. Elena naked, soaping herself, her hands rubbing over her skin, making herself slippery with the soap. I swallow hard and try to push the image away. It doesn’t work, but I no longer care. I can live with being frustrated now, since I know I’m going to see her sooner than I dared to hope. I no longer feel tired. I feel like I’m more alive than I’ve ever been. Like I’m walking on air.
I finish getting ready quickly and go for another coffee. This time, I take my phone with me, and when it stays silent, I don’t mind at all.
The time is dragging now. Maybe it’s a good thing. I need to get a grip of myself. I can’t turn up at Elena’s like an excitable wreck. I need to get this out of my system before I see her.
Finally, it’s eight o’clock and I can leave the house. I want to pop back to the florist’s place before I collect Elena and order her some more flowers. I drive to the florist’s shop and go inside.
The little bell rings and the same florist appears. She gives me a warm smile when she sees me. “She liked the orchids I take it?”
“Well, we went on our first date last night, so I’m thinking yes,” I say, unable to take the goofy grin off my face.
“Fantastic,” she says. “So what can I do for you today?”
“I’m thinking something cheerful and bright,” I say. She purses her lips for a moment and then she begins leafing through a catalogue. “How about this one?” She turns the catalogue towards me and shows me a beautiful arrangement of large daisies, sunflowers and greenery.
I nod. It’s perfect. “Yes, she’ll love that one.” I grin.
The florist hands me a card to write my message on as she loads up a screen on her computer. She double checks my name and waits for a second. “Are all of the delivery details the same?” she asks.
