by Iona Rose
I move my fingers from her clit, my hands on each of her hips and I gently nudge her forward. We walk to the arm of the couch, and I run my hands up Elena’s sides. I put them on her shoulders and push her forwards, bending her body over the arm of the couch. She’s following my lead and she sets her feet to the sides, opening herself up to me.
I stroke my fingers through her slit, spreading her juices around. I move my hands over her ass cheeks too, leaving a trail of glistening dampness behind. I run my nails along her spine, watching as her skin erupts in goose bumps once more. I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock again.
I take her ass cheeks in my hands, gently pulling them open and exposing her dripping wet pussy. I slam into her in one hard thrust that makes her cry out. I release her ass cheeks and move my hands back to her hips, pulling her on to me, moving her in time with my thrusts, making each one longer and deeper than the one before it.
Elena is going wild beneath me, writhing and moaning as I fill her up, making her body come back to life. I keep thrusting, pulling her back onto me until I am almost on the edge of my climax and then I pull one hand from her hip. I keep thrusting as I move my hand around to the front of her body and massage her clit. I massage it until I know Elena is about to come and then I stop. I run both of my hands up her sides and grab her by her upper arms. I pull her up off the couch, straightening her and holding her against my chest once more.
I hold her around the waist with one arm and my other hand finds her clit again. I pump into her as I massage her clit once more, bringing her back to the edge of her orgasm. This time, I don’t stop. I keep rubbing her clit until I feel her already tight pussy get tighter, gripping my cock in a vice like grip that is so intense it’s almost painful.
Elena shudders against me, screaming my name as her climax tears through her body. She goes rigid, her head coming back to rest on my shoulder, her chest heaving. She relaxes again as her orgasm begins to recede. Her knees buckle and I feel her start to fall. I tighten my hold on her waist and bring my other arm around her just above her breasts, keeping her from falling.
I pump into her faster, harder. I can feel my climax is right there and with one final push, I explode inside of Elena as fire spreads through my veins. My whole body is a tingling mess of pleasure and for a second, I can’t catch my breath. I stand, suspended in space and time with Elena in my arms as I spurt into her again and again. Each spurt sends electrical pulses around my body, making every nerve throb with the intensity of my orgasm. It holds me in its grip for a moment and then I feel it starting to fade, leaving behind the leaden warmth of sated muscles. My cock slips out of Elena and I start to let my body relax. Elena begins to stumble and I catch her.
I turn her in my arms and pull her against me. She looks up at me with a lazy smile as I lean down and kiss her. After I kiss her, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the couch where I deposit her. I sit down beside her and pull her head into my lap.
She looks up at me, a dazed, sated smile on her lips. Her eyes are starting to close.
I’ve worn her out. I smile to myself as she closes her eyes and sighs with contentment. I am tired myself. After being awake for most of last night and then our love making session, I am not really surprised, but I don’t want to sleep. I want to stay awake and just enjoy the weight of Elena’s head in my lap.
She turns onto her side and brings her hand up, putting it on my leg next to her face. I place my hand on the top of her arm, holding her as she finally succumbs to sleep. I plan to stay awake, drinking in her scent, marveling at the fact that this perfect creature has chosen to be with me, but I soon feel my eyes closing.
I pull them back open, but the effort it takes to keep them that way is too much.
In the end, I surrender myself and drift off to sleep.
Chapter Thirty-one
Elena
I wake up slowly, aware of a deep aching feeling in my muscles. My body feels battered and raw, almost like I’ve ran a marathon. My pussy feels tender and bruised, and my clit is swollen and sensitive. I smile to myself as the memories come back to me and I know why I feel this way. I finally let Ashton in, gave myself over to him, and my God — was it worth it. Ashton is a considerate lover who clearly wanted me to enjoy the sex as much as he did. I lost count of the amount of orgasms I had, but I know it was a lot. Definitely more than I’ve ever had in one session with anybody else.
I am laid on the couch, the leather sticking to my skin. My head is resting on something soft and I realize it's Ashton’s thigh. I unstick myself from the couch, wincing at the stinging sensation and I roll onto my back to look up at Ashton.
He’s asleep, his head propped up on his hand, his mouth slightly open. He’s breathing slowly and deeply.
I watch his chest expanding and deflating for a moment. I smile to myself. I guess I wore him out as much as he wore me out. He looks so peaceful and I hate to have to wake him, but my stomach is growling and we have a dinner reservation soon.
I decide to go and get in the shower and get ready and then come back and wake him.
As I sit up, Ashton stirs. He rubs his hands over his face and then he stretches. He smiles at me. “How long were we asleep? I guess we deserved a nap after that session.” He grins.
“True,” I smile. “I’m going to go and get in the shower and get ready so we can go for dinner.” I stand.
Ashton stands up with me. He grabs my hand before I can walk away and pulls me to him, kissing me on the lips. “I could come and shower with you,” he says, as he moves his lips from mine and kisses down my neck.
My body is already responding to his touch but I shake my head and laugh, gently pushing him away. “We’ll never make dinner if you come into the shower with me,” I point out.
“It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we missed dinner.” He grins.
My stomach growls as he says it and we both laugh. “Ok, maybe it would be. Let’s go for dinner. We can always continue this after.” He winks at me.
A shiver of desire goes through me. I practically run from the room, knowing if I stay even a second longer, I won’t be able to stop myself from jumping on him, instead of getting ready.
By the time I get out of the shower and go through to my bedroom, Ashton is waiting in there for me.
He has neatly folded my clothes from downstairs and he’s sitting on the bed with his briefs back on. “Do you mind if I hit the shower?” he asks.
I shake my head as I go towards my dressing table.
He gets up from the bed and heads for my bathroom door. As Ashton and I cross paths, we pause for a kiss and then he’s gone and I concentrate on getting ready, not letting myself think about the fact he’s only feet away from me, naked, wet and slippery. It’s hard not to think about it, but I try. God... do I try.
WE MAKE IT TO THE RESTAURANT at seven o’clock straight up, just making our reservation. It was touch and go for a moment as I dithered over what to wear. I finally settled on a red body hugging dress with matching heels.
Once we got seated and ordered our meals, we soon relaxed after the frantic rushing around, and Ashton and I spent dinner alternating between laughing together and flirting outrageously with each other.
I put my spoon down after putting the last slither of my ice cream into my mouth. I smile at Ashton.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off me all night.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head ruefully. “You just look so beautiful.”
I feel myself blushing under his compliment.
He takes a long drink of his wine and then he grins at me and before I know what’s happening, he begins to sing Lady in Red to me. He sings it loud enough for the people at the nearing tables to glance in our direction.
I feel heat flooding my cheeks. “Ashton, stop it.” I laugh, looking to my left and then my right in utter horror.
He laughs and stops singing. “Is my
singing really that bad?” he laughs.
“Yes,” I laugh with him. “And everyone is looking at us.”
“Screw them.” He beams at me. “When you look as good as you do tonight, who cares who knows it?”
“I care.” I giggle. But I realize I really don’t care who’s looking at us. I don’t care who knows that I have fallen completely under Ashton’s spell. “I do like that song though,” I concede.
“Then it’s settled,” Ashton announces. “That’s now officially our song.”
I feel warm inside at the thought of having our own song. I smile at Ashton. “I like that.”
Ashton drinks the rest of his wine, not taking his eyes off me as he swallows. “So do you want me to finish serenading you, or do you want to get out of here?” he asks when he puts the glass down. His eyes are sparkling at me.
I know exactly what he’s asking me. “Let’s go.” I nod with a smile.
Ashton waves down our waiter and asks for the check.
I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I pee quickly then I stand in front of the mirror washing my hands and looking at my reflection. My cheeks glow pink. My eyes sparkle. I am a woman in love and it’s written all over my face.
I dry my hands and go back to our table.
Ashton stands up as he sees me approaching. “Ready?”
I nod. I don’t think there’ll ever be a time when I’m not ready for Ashton.
We leave the restaurant and Ashton starts walking.
I hurry to catch up with him. “Where are we going?”
He looks over at me. “I thought it was about time you saw my place. It’s not far from here. Are you up for it?”
“Lead the way,” I reply. It’ll be nice to finally see Ashton’s place, but it’s really Ashton himself I want to see. Specifically, I want to see what’s beneath his clothes all over again. God, I’m insatiable. He’s got me craving his touch every second I’m with him and indeed every second, I’m not with him too.
Chapter Thirty-two
Elena
We walk through a pretty neighborhood, my hand in his. He leads me around a corner and into a small cul-de-sac. I can see just by looking at the houses here that they’re all worth a fortune. Each one is set right back from the road, surrounded by a large garden.
Ashton takes me to the house right at the end of the little street.
It’s a three-story house that puts my tiny little house to shame. The garden wall is lined with conifers that are still quite small, but which, in a few years’ time, will make Ashton’s garden completely private. I can still see the upstairs rooms above the conifers and I notice that each of them have balconies on them. Aston pushes the garden gate open and I follow him up the path, noticing the neatly mowed lawn and the flowers lining the pathway.
He opens the door and stands aside, motioning for me to enter.
I find myself standing in a large, high ceilinged entrance way. On my left is a closed door. Ahead of me is a long hallway with more closed doors. And to my right is a stunning, white marble sweeping staircase.
Ashton closes the door behind himself. He switches on a light and a soft yellow glow shines over the entranceway and the stairs. “Would you like a drink?” Ashton asks.
I shake my head. “No, I’m good thanks. I’d love a tour though.”
“Elena, if you want to see inside of my bedroom just say so.” Ashton winks at me.
“I most definitely do want to see the inside of your bedroom before tonight is out.” I laugh. “But I really would like a quick tour first.”
“Your wish is my command, Lady in Red,” Ashton says with a bow.
I laugh and he takes my hand and leads me to the door on my left. He opens the door and flicks the light on. The room is a huge lounge, tastefully decorated in pale cream with a turquoise and silver feature wall and a big fireplace set in it.
“It’s beautiful.” I smile.
“I wish I could take the credit for it, but I have to admit I had an interior designer do most of the décor.”
“She’s nailed your personality,” I comment as I take in the extra detailing across the room.
“How did you know it was a woman?” Ashton asks.
“The little touches. Like the cushions and the curtains.”
Both are made from turquoise velvet and have threads of silver running through them.
Ashton nods his head and leads me to a different door. “This is the dining room,” he says as we go in and he flicks on the light.
It’s another big room, dominated by a huge mahogany table with ten chairs. The table has a silver candelabra in the center and it’s set for dinner. Ashton keeps moving through the room and I follow him. There are two doors on this wall.
Ashton points to one of them. “That’s just my office. You don’t want to see that, it’s a mess of paper and files.” He laughs. He opens the other door and turns on the overhead light. It flickers on and off twice, then it pings into life and stays on.
I find myself in a modern kitchen. It’s decorated in black and white, full of sleek edges and shiny surfaces. In the center is an island. At one end, is a sleek white breakfast bar with black high stools and at the other end is a small table with two chairs. The table and chairs look like pine while the chairs have bright red cushions on them. They look strangely out of place here.
Ashton sees me looking at them and he smiles wistfully. “Camilla, my interior designer, hated that table and chairs,” he explains. “She said they don’t match the tone of the house in any way shape or form. I mean she’s right, but you saw the dining room. There’s no way I’m eating at a table that size every night. I insisted on this homely little thing, a place where I can actually feel at home to eat.”
“I love it!” I smile.
“Maybe you should have designed the house.” He stares at me with a wistful look in his eyes.
I think of my own place. It’s nothing like this modern palace, but if Ashton likes things that are homely, my place feels lived in, a home rather than a house.
Ashton leads me through another door and we’re back out in the hallway. He points to the closed doors on the other side of the hallway as we walk back towards the stairs. “That’s the laundry room. Then a small bathroom. And that’s just a coat closet.” He leads me to the stairs and we begin to climb them.
I can feel anticipation bubbling up inside of me as we climb higher. The staircase really is stunning and as we reach the top, the hallway there branches off into two halves. One half is the staircase twirling away and up to the third floor. The other half is an open hallway with a waist high railing running along it. Four doors lead off it.
“The end door is a linen closet,” Ashton explains. “The one next to it is a bedroom. That one is the bathroom. And this one is my bedroom.” He nods to the door closest to us.
“What’s on the third floor?” I don’t even know why I asked. I don’t care what’s up there. I care what’s behind door number one... Ashton’s bedroom.
“A couple of rooms that are officially bedrooms but that I use for storage and what I call a home gym but is really just a treadmill stuck in the middle of a room,” Ashton says with a smile. “Do you want to take a look?”
“I’d rather look in there.” I nod to Ashton’s bedroom door.
“Good choice.” He smiles, pushes the door open, and gestures for me to enter. He flicks a switch and a soft light comes on. It’s not the overhead light; it’s a lamp by the bedside. He flicks another switch. Nothing happens.
“What was that one meant to do?” I ask.
“Look behind you,” Ashton says with a smile.
I do and I gasp when I see the rest of the house is now in darkness.
“I was forever getting into bed and remembering I had left a light on somewhere, so I installed a master switch,” Ashton explains.
It makes sense and I nod. I wouldn’t mind one of those myself. I look around the bedroom. It’s neat and tidy. A large wardrobe and a ches
t of drawers’ line one wall. A desk and computer chair sit at another. Ashton’s bed is pushed up against the third wall, the headboard almost touching it. His bed is huge, a king size for sure. It’s dressed in black satin sheets with a matching duvet cover and pillow cases. On each side of it is a teak bedside cabinet. Beside one of them is a glass door that must lead out onto one of the balconies I saw on the outside of the house.
I feel nervous suddenly now, since I’m being presented with such a beautiful place. It reminds me that Ashton is a millionaire and only a couple of months ago, I was one month’s salary away from being homeless. We’ve always come from different worlds, but maybe this is a bridge we won’t be able to cross now since we’re older.
“What’s wrong?” Ashton asks, studying my face.
“Nothing.” I shrug.
“Come on, Elena. What is it?” he presses me, looking at me with concern.
“I just... I’m almost afraid to touch anything in case I break something. Your home is beautiful, but it’s a little overwhelming,” I admit. “Everything you have looks like it’s worth a fortune.”
“The only thing in this house that I can’t replace is you.” He smiles at me. “If you break something, I don’t care. It’s only stuff Elena and it’s not important to me.”
I feel myself relaxing at his words, and when he comes closer and pulls me into his arms, I let go of my nervousness at the huge house and the impressive décor to melt into his kiss. Within minutes, our clothes are off and we’re moving closer to Ashton’s bed. My pussy is wet and my clit is pulsing with desire all over again.
I am feeling brave suddenly and I pull my mouth from Ashton’s. I take his hand and lead him towards his bed. I stop when we reach it to put my hands on Ashton’s shoulders and push him backwards. His knees hit the bed and he falls onto his ass. He grins up at me as I remain standing. I step between his knees and wrap my arms around his shoulders, kissing him again. He puts his hands on my ass and then his hands roam over my body, finally settling them on the small of my back.
