The Good Sister: Part Two

by Saint James, London

  He thrust, rocked and ground against my clit. I was so close. One more thrust, one more rock, and I was there with him. He looked into my eyes. I arched and shook in pure unbridled bliss.

  “Ashton,” I moaned. “I’m coming, please don’t stop loving me.” I breathed as he touched my clit and my sweet spot in a combination that I could not resist. “Ah … God!” My body gave. My sex clamped around him in a delicious sensation that had, until this day, escaped me.

  “Trinity,” Ashton groaned, thrusting once, twice, pressing my body upward with his last thrust as he found release. “Good God, Trinity.”

  I felt his warmth, his liquid, fill me.

  “I love you, Ashton,” I whispered.

  Ashton kissed me, softly.

  “Trinity, you are my life now. The love that dwells within my soul belongs to only you.”

  Ashton held me for a long moment. I experienced the sensation of his body calm, listening to his heartbeat before he pulled himself free from me. The feeling of being full left me. Something trickled down my inner thigh. When he repositioned his body beside of me, he tugged my smaller frame into him. My back against his chest. He spooned me and kissed the back of my head.

  “Ashton,” I said softly, “I think I’m bleeding.”

  “Do not worry, my dove.”

  Ashton got up from the bed, picked me up in his arms, and carried me to the bathroom. He placed me in the shower. A dribble of blood wound down my leg, dotting the white tile in crimson at my feet. Ashton stepped inside with me. He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature, then grabbed the detachable showerhead, allowing the warm spray of water to hit my inner thighs.

  “Are you sore?” he asked.

  I touched my lower belly. “Inside.” I took his hand and placed it above my woman’s mound. “I hurt here.”

  “I am sorry, my dove. You are a small built woman. I tried to be as gentle as possible.”

  “I know,” I said with a kiss to his chest. “Will it always be hard to get inside of me?”

  “It will always be a tight fit, I am afraid, but not what you experienced today.”

  I giggled. “Tight fit because you’re big and I’m small?”

  “Yes, my dove,” Ashton said. “Does the warm water help with the soreness?”

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  Ashton’s fingers parted me intimately, giving the water access. I jumped.

  Ashton’s face took on that worried expression. “Are you in pain?”

  “I’m just tender, but I want you to make love to me again. I liked having an orgasm with you inside of me. It was different than when you put your mouth on me.”

  “Ah … my dove.” Ashton laughed. “I intend to make love to you so much you will beg me to stop; only we need to give your body a little time to recover.”

  Ashton’s hand gathered the warm water, cupping it to my thoroughly touched sex.

  “Ashton?”

  “What, my love?”

  “I’m quite sure you are a good lover. How many women have you been with?”

  Ashton glanced up from washing my body. I was trying hard not to be jealous.

  “Trinity, why would you wish to know such things?”

  “I just want to know. You could not have learned to give such pleasure without being with women. Besides, you are older than me so I know you have experience with women.”

  “Yes, my dove. I have been with a few women. I shall not try to deceive you in that.”

  “How many?”

  Ashton swiped soap over my breasts. “Do you really wish to know this?”

  “Yes. More than twenty?” I asked, thinking that number was probably far too low. Reid had been with over a hundred women.

  “No,” he laughed.

  “More?”

  Ashton heaved a sigh. “I have been with eight women,” he said.

  I considered that for a moment.

  “And did you love them?”

  “I had strong feelings for a couple of them, but I cannot say I was in love until I gazed upon you, my dove.” Ashton placed his hand under the shelf of my chin. “I am in love with you,” he assured.

  “I want to be enough for you.”

  “Oh, my dove, you are. I will never be with another, only you. I can promise you my fidelity, and my honesty as well my heart. You are my wife, and I shall never dishonor you.”

  I draped my arms around Ashton’s waist, placing my cheek to his chest. “Thank you, Ashton.”

  “My beautiful dove. You have nothing to thank me for. Now, turn around so that I may wash your back.”

  I did what Ashton requested and enjoyed the spray of warm water as he worked it over my flesh.

  “Ashton?”

  “What, my dove?”

  “I want to be a good lover for you.”

  “You shall be. And you already are.”

  “Do you desire other things?”

  “Your mind is working overtime today, it is not?”

  “I have a lot of questions and a lot of thoughts. Many things are on my mind. Would you like me not to ask?”

  “No. I wish you to always feel comfortable enough to ask or speak to me of anything. I wish to know of your thoughts.”

  “My body. Do you desire to do other things with my body?”

  “My dove, we have just scratched the surface of what pleasure you can give and receive with your body. I intend to enjoy every square inch of your succulent body for as long as I draw breath.”

  Ashton’s soapy fingers explored the seam of my ass, carefully washing then rinsing the soap with the water.

  “So you wish to claim all of me then?”

  “Yes, but what are you really asking?”

  “Do you desire to place your cock into my…” I hesitated and used his word, “bum?”

  “I would be lying if I said no,” Ashton replied, “but it would be another painful first and possibly not as pleasurable for you as for me. You might find it distasteful.”

  “I may find it pleasurable also.”

  “Perhaps.”

  “I want to find out if it pleases me,” I said, turning around. I reached out and rubbed my wet hand along Ashton’s semi-hard cock. “I want to give all of myself to you in every way.” Upon my third stroke Ashton was fully erect. I looked down and smiled. “Your cock is wonderful.” Ashton chuckled then kissed my forehead.

  He reattached the showerhead, freeing his hands for my breasts. “Trinity, my love. We will explore that particular delight, but it is something to work up to.”

  “Work up to?”

  “Yes,” Ashton said. “Right now your body is sore.”

  “But your body isn’t sore.”

  “No, my body is not.”

  “And your body is not ready to rest,” I said, feeling the sleek hardness of his manhood slide up and down within my hand.

  “It would seem you have reawakened my need, my dove.”

  “I wish to take your cock into my mouth here in this shower.”

  Ashton smiled. “Is this your wish?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then, it is my wish as well.”

  I slid down Ashton’s wet body, experiencing the heat and spray of the water dance over our skin. My hand gripped the base of his cock. I licked the tip of him in one long swipe then slid my mouth over him, pumping up and down with my hand, adding a twist. Ashton groaned.

  “Touch your breasts for me,” he said in a low voice.

  I removed my hand from his thigh, placing it to my breast while my other hand secured his cock within my mouth as I sucked him. I looked up into Ashton’s face and pinched my right nipple between my index finger and my thumb while I sucked and pumped him. Ashton’s eyes flashed. I knew he liked this. I worked my nipple, rolling it, squeezing my breasts while I occupied his cock with my mouth. Ashton reached out and cupped my chin with his hand.

  I released my hand from his cock, took both hands, and pressed my breasts together. Ashton pumped himself deeply into my
mouth. I squeezed my breasts, looking up into his face. Water fell from my lashes and rolled down my cheeks.

  “Keep your beautiful breasts together,” he said, pulling his cock from my mouth, taking it into his hand. He worked his own cock, stroking once, twice then placed his dick into the crease between my breasts. “Pump me, Trinity.”

  I did. I squeezed my breasts around him while Ashton glided across my wet skin. He traced his fingertips over my wet lips. I tucked my chin, allowing my tongue to lick the head of him each time Ashton thrust his manhood between my breasts.

  “That is so good.” Ashton groaned his approval.

  We kept this up until he could no longer win the battle; he had to surrender his seed to my will.

  “Trinity,” he said.

  I opened my mouth and tasted him coat my tongue.

  I glanced up, staring into his eyes, licking my lips. “Again,” I said, “we need to do that again.”

  Ashton laughed. “Ah … my dove. I need a little time.”

  I stood. Kissed his chest. Licked his bicep.

  “How much time?”

  “You are going to kill me,” he said. I kissed his neck and strummed my fingers along his shaft. “Bloody Hell.”

  He groaned and became as hard as a rock.

  Chapter Three

  I kicked wildly, thrashing. “No,” I said. The shadows moved around me. “Stop!” Darkness crept over my skin, blocking out the light, pulling me into the gray… “No!”

  “Trinity, my love.” Ashton’s voice was at my ear. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. I sobbed into his chest, almost uncontrollably. “Shh, my love,” he soothed. “You were having a bad dream.”

  “Ashton?”

  “Yes, my dove. Open your eyes and look at me.”

  “No. I’m afraid you’ll disappear.”

  “Trinity, I promise I shall not disappear. Trust me, my beauty. Open your eyes.”

  I opened my eyes. It was dark, but a blue light flickered from within the other room. I focused. The Television is on. I scrubbed at my eyes, wiping my tears, and gazed up at Ashton. He was beautiful, wearing flannel pajama bottoms. I was really with him. Married to him. I was in the bed in our suite at the Hotel de Crillon.

  “Where did you go?” I asked.

  “You were peacefully sleeping, and I could not sleep so I went to watch something on the telly. I was not far, only in the other room.”

  “When you leave, the bad dreams find their way back to me.”

  “Then we shall find a way to keep them at bay,” Ashton said, curling me into his body and lying down with me.

  I nuzzled my mouth and nose into the crook of his shoulder. Wound my fingers through the strands of his hair, twisting.

  “Ashton?”

  “Yes.”

  “I love you.”

  “I am truly blessed to have the love of not only a beautiful woman, but of my wife.”

  “Ashton?”

  “Yes, my dove.”

  “Will you speak to me? I want to feel your voice echo over my body. I love your voice, it’s soothing.”

  “Have you ever heard the story of The Little Prince?”

  “No.”

  “Then we shall begin,” he said.

  I woke to the sound of Ashton’s voice, but not how I remembered his voice should be. I remembered listening to him tell me a story, feeling safe, content, at peace. I knew I’d curled up against him while winding my fingers through his hair, but he wasn’t in bed with me. I glanced around. He was standing at the balcony doors, gazing out with his cell phone to his ear. To my pleasure, he was wearing nothing but a towel. The fluffy white cotton wrapped around his tight waist.

  My heart sped to a start, the blood rushing through my veins. Ashton’s chocolate brown hair was wet and temptingly tousled. He’d obviously showered. I ran my gaze over the line of his neck, seeing the chocolate strands of his hair curl around his nape. I studied the side profile of his chiseled face. The long line of his sideburn. The curve of his ear. I visually traced the shape of his jaw. I was a lucky woman. His face was the definition of perfection.

  I continued my quest, staring at the width of his strong shoulders, and liked how the muscles curved from his lower neck to the tops of his shoulders. I took in his biceps, wanting to lick them. I watched his movements and the masculine shape to his hand that held the phone. He had large, strong, beautiful hands with long fingers, and I wanted to feel them upon me, inside of me.

  “Oui nous arrivons près d’un jour,” Ashton said into the phone.

  While watching Ashton as his glorious muscles flexed beneath his perfect alabaster skin, my sex experienced a phantom spasm. And there was something about his voice, especially when he spoke in another language, that set me on fire.

  “Oui tout ce qu’elle desire.”

  Ashton paused. I observed his breathing, the rise and fall to his back.

  “Je suis indifférent au coût,” Ashton continued.

  I have to touch him or go mad.

  I slid from the bed, patted across the floor on the balls of my feet, and placed my arms around Ashton’s trim waist. I kissed between his shoulder blades. He flinched. I think I startled him, but he finished his conversation before he flipped his phone closed.

  “Well, good morning, my dove.”

  “Good morning,” I said, outlining the top edge of the towel he wore with nimble fingertips. “Ashton, you are beyond sexy, and I have decided I’m a lucky woman.”

  “You have decided such?”

  “Oh yes, my lord.”

  Ashton pried my hands from his waist before he walked over to the side table where he placed his phone.

  “I wasn’t done touching you,” I complained with a pout.

  I stalked forward, wearing nothing but a smile. His cock stirred beneath the towel.

  “You look hungry,” he said, his voice low and tempting.

  I crawled upon the bed, slinking on all fours.

  “I’m starving.” I licked my lips.

  “Could I be of assistance in quenching your hunger?”

  My curls fell around my face, slid down my back, and tickled over my shoulders as I arched then stretched out upon my stomach. I crossed my ankles, bending my legs up behind me, swinging them in the air.

  “Only you can quench my hunger,” I replied, reaching out, tearing the white towel from his waist.

  Ashton’s iced white eyes shifted into shades of bluish-silver. He placed one knee onto the bed. I dropped my legs, giving him better access. Ashton’s large hands wandered up the back of my legs, finding my bum, squeezing it with possession. He kissed my shoulder. I lifted my ass up. He pulled me up by the waist, kissed my right globe then backed me into him, securing my hips with his hands until I was on my hands and knees.

  Ashton’s fingers splayed across the span of each hip then he moved. One hand pressed into the small of my back while his other hand located my swollen slit.

  “Um…” I moaned, biting my lip.

  Ashton rubbed my clit in a slow circle. I pressed myself into his hand.

  “Do you like that, my dove?” Ashton asked.

  “Oh … God, yes.”

  “Do you wish for more?”

  “Please,” I said.

  Ashton slid his fingers to my opening. He circled the opening to my body then skidded up to my pearl, rubbing. Two more circling rubs, and I was going to beg him.

  “Please, I want…”

  My breath ceased when Ashton tweaked my clit between his thumb and forefinger.

  “What do you wish, Trinity?”

  “Your fingers. Put your fingers inside of me.”

  Ashton gathered my own moisture then inserted his finger into my wanting. I bucked with the feeling then relaxed as Ashton slide his long finger into my tight opening, all the way to the hilt. Ashton stopped. He kept his finger there, unmoving. My body pulsed around him. Moving slowly, his slick digit plunged in and out, in and out.

  “Trinity, are you all ri
ght?”

  “Yes,” I said, feeling as if I should fall to my face and lift my ass higher as an offering to the magical powers he possessed.

  “You feel swollen. Are you sore?”

  “A little, but please don’t stop.” Along with the pain there was searing pleasure. Ashton did something with his finger, hitting a spot so tender, so filled with satisfaction that I pushed back and moaned. “Oh … yes.”

  Ashton pulled his finger out of my hot, wet sheath in a slow retreat. Then inserted two fingers. My feminine channel stretched. He fingered me while his other hand reached around and fondled my nipples. I ground myself, without shame, upon his fingers.

  “Bloody hell.” His fingers moved faster.

  He pulled out, pushed in. Fingering my pussy, making it purr.

  “God, Ashton, you make me feel—”

  “What do you feel, Trinity?” His voice was low.

  “So…” I pressed back into another thrust of his fingers. My head rocked forward, my breath hitched. “Good,” I finally muttered.

  Ashton rose up behind me like a sex god. I looked at him from over my shoulder. He grabbed a hold of his raging erection, guiding it to me. He pulled his fingers free. Penetrated my body with his hard as steel dick.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he muttered.

  “Aaa…” I moaned.

  I reveled in the sweet satisfaction of my body accepting his body, feeling the stretch of those aching inner muscles as he pushed past the ache and created a different kind of ache.

  “Are you all right?” Ashton asked.

  “Yes.”

  Ashton snuggled up into my deepest point. His pelvis pressed against the plumpness of my ass. He grabbed on to my hips, pulled back, and thrust.

  “Yes,” I moaned, feeling the first thrust rock me, unable to hold back the bliss.

  He set a slow easy pace.

  “Harder,” I said. “Please, Ashton, I need…”

  “More,” he said, finishing my request.

  “Yes.”

  He gave me what I asked for. With every thrust, I moaned, “yes.” With every “yes,” Ashton answered with a harder thrust.

  “Bloody hell, Trinity, you are on fire,” he said, rocking my world.

  When he placed his arm around my waist, allowing his fingers to rub my clit. I almost came, but my body buzzed with his next move. Ashton’s other hand left from my hip to my pucker. I glanced over my shoulder once more. He inserted his thumb into his mouth, wetting it, then placed his thumb to my forbidden opening. His thumb was applying the slightest pressure as he thrust his rock hard shaft into my channel all the while his right hand rubbed against my pouting tip.