Inhibitions

by Kimberly Bracco

  “Tell me how wet you are? I want to know what I’m going to feel when I finally get my hands on you, my fingers in you.”

  You can do this, Ashley. You can do this. There is nothing wrong with it. “I’m soaked,” I whisper.

  The next thing I know, Tanner’s fingers are sliding between my lips, and he murmurs in agreement. “You sure are, baby. Is this all for me? Do I make you this wet?” he asks, coaxing me back into his dirty conversation.

  “Yes, Tanner, you and only you,” I tell him as he circles my clit, ‘round and ‘round.

  “I don’t think that I can wait another minute to be inside this warm pussy of yours. Please tell me that you want that too.” He reaches for the end table where my wine glass still sits with his free hand and pulls open the drawer. He pulls out a condom from inside. Hmm, always prepared. I wonder if he was a Boy Scout.

  “Yes, I do. Please…” I want it with every fiber of my being. I’ve never needed release this badly before.

  “Please what? Tell me what you need. Tell me how to please you,” he whispers in my ear. He’s pushing me in every way possible, as though he knows I need him to do this, to open me up. Oddly enough, it makes me trust him more. I want to tell him what I want, I just don’t know if I can.

  “I want…” What the hell am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to try and sound sexy? Make it sound dirty? Or just tell him straight out?

  “What, baby? What do you want?” He presses his body against mine once more. I guess he’s finished putting the condom on. “Think with this,” he says, stroking my pussy again. “Not with this.” He kisses my temple.

  “I want you to fill me.” I’m not ready to say I want him to fuck me. It just doesn’t seem to fit this situation. ‘Fill me’ was the second thought to come into my head.

  “That I can most definitely do for you,” he says, circling me before sealing his mouth over mine.

  Grabbing my hips, Tanner pulls me to his body. He bends his knees slightly and lifts me up. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his hips.

  Pulling back from our kiss, he says, “I’ve been dreaming about having these exquisite legs wrapped around me for weeks.”

  He lowers me to the ground and spreads my legs wide, “So fucking beautiful.” He stares down at my naked body in reverence. He grabs his now-protected cock and rubs it up and down the length of my pussy, each swipe driving me closer and closer to the edge.

  “Ready?” He holds himself poised at my entrance. I nod, giving him the go-ahead to take us both to heaven.

  I’m a ball of sensation as he slowly pushes himself forward. Fuck. I’ve never felt this full before and he isn’t even fully inside me yet. Each inch of him awakens another place inside me that has never been touched before. He pauses halfway in, looking down at me. I’m not sure what he’s waiting for, but I nod in reassurance. I haven’t changed my mind.

  With my nod, he thrusts into me. My eyes roll back in my head from the immense amount of pleasure coursing through my body. I feel him hitting something that’s never been stimulated before, and I have no idea how to handle a pleasure this intense. I can’t help but moan. “Oh my God.”

  “Feel that, baby?”

  “Oh my God, yes,” I cry out again.

  Tanner lifts himself off of me just enough to fit his hand between us. Before I can figure out what he’s doing, I feel his thumb on my clit, and then there’s nothing but stars and blackness. My body convulses around his massive cock, even as he continues to thrust through my orgasm. The swirl of his thumb paired with the thrusting of his cock draws out my pleasure until I’m gasping for breath. Tanner pulls his hand out from between us and uses it to stroke my hair.

  “You okay, baby?” He slows his tempo to a leisurely pace.

  “Yes.” I sigh, and a smile spreads across his face.

  “Good, because the real fun is about to begin.” That’s the only warning I get before he pulls out of me completely. He lifts me by my ass and pulls himself up to sit on his knees. He sets my ass between his open thighs and throws my legs over his forearms so that my knees are resting in the crooks of his elbows. He pulls back on my legs and impales me on his cock once again.

  “Holy shit,” I scream while Tanner hisses out a “fuck yeah.”

  I can’t keep my mouth shut as he drives into me over and over. He hits that same place deep inside me, and those intense feelings from earlier return, causing unintelligible words to spill from my mouth.

  “Ah, ah, ah, oh God.” I moan again and again, having no choice but to lay back and take everything that Tanner dishes out. I’ve never felt anything like the sensation currently building inside me.

  “You feel so amazing. I knew you would, I just didn’t realize it would be this great. God, your pussy is incredible.” His words ring out in staccato as he thrusts into me, a man on a mission. The mission might be to kill me with pleasure. I can’t handle the overwhelming sensation within me. Sex has never felt like this before.

  “Tanner, I can’t… I’ve never… Oh my God,” I try to tell him that I’ve never gotten off more than once during sex, that I can’t hang on much longer. My body is all out of release, and now it’s just torture, teasing me with the possibility of something I know I can’t have.

  “Yes, you can, baby. Just trust me. Turn off your head. Let go.”

  I try. I try really hard. I close my eyes and focus on each thrust as it hits that place deep inside me. Whatever it is he’s hitting has been dormant my entire life. Each nudge of that spot has me seeing stars.

  “It’s your G-spot. Just give into it, and I promise your life will never be the same.”

  I do my best to clear my brain and think only of Tanner: his amazing body, those gorgeous green eyes, how full of lust they were when he looked at me earlier. Realizing that I don’t need to imagine him, I open my eyes and look up at him. He stares at me, his eyes fixated on my breasts. I can only imagine how they must look as they bounce up and down. He moves his gaze up and locks his eyes on mine. We simply watch each other, and the emotions running through his eyes are enough to push me over the edge. I feel the pleasure mounting, and it’s a force so great that I don’t how to handle it. My body quivers with the promise of release.

  “Let go, baby,” he says. “I’ll catch you.”

  I’m gone. My entire body shakes from the power of the explosion within. My legs lose feeling for a second and my lips feel fuzzy from the ragged breaths I drag in between each scream I let out. I barely recognize the voice crying out as my own.

  “Oh, oh, oh, fuck. Jesus Christ. Tanner!”

  My body goes limp, wrung dry of every ounce of pleasure. I feel Tanner tense up, and then his cock pulses inside me. My name is on his lips as his orgasm takes over. I can’t explain what it does to a girl when a man like Tanner Garrison says her name as he comes.

  My life will never be the same.

  Chapter 15

  TANNER

  Holy shit!

  Nothing has ever felt so good. I’ve had some crazy sexcapades in my life, but none have been better than sex with Ashley. I’ve never felt someone quake in pleasure the way she did. I want to bang my fists on my chest like a caveman knowing I made her experience that sort of high.

  And her first release didn’t even come close to how it felt when she finally fully let go. Doing that required trust, and it’s incredible to know that she trusts me enough to give in and relax with me. Even if just in the moment of ecstasy, it’s still progress. A small amount of trust is a huge step for someone who’s been through what she has. I can’t help but smile at the realization.

  I lean down to run kisses along Ashley’s neck and jawline. She’s just starting to come back to herself, a look of pure bliss on her face, as though she doesn’t have a care in the world. This woman does wonderful things for my ego.

  “You okay, baby?” I whisper in her ear.

  “Mmmhmm…”

  “A man could seriously get used to this. You’re stuck with me n
ow. No way am I giving you up.”

  “I don’t think you should get to used to it,” she says. “I have a feeling it’s going take a while before I can move again. Holy shit, Tanner.”

  I laugh. “I know what you mean. Why do you think I haven’t even bothered trying pull out of this heaven? My dick is perfectly happy to continue residing here, and I can’t argue with him there.”

  “You’re crazy.” She turns her face to the side as though she’s trying to hide.

  No. No way am I letting her climb back into herself now. I need her to break out again, even if it’s only for a little bit. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me.” I turn her face back toward me. “Please don’t. There is no need for you to hide.” I reassure her with kisses.

  She looks up at me, and I see the self-doubt in her eyes, but I also see that little glimmer of trust. I smile before pulling out and standing up. I offer her a hand, which she takes. After helping her to her feet, I waste no time in pulling her to me and kissing the hell out of her.

  “Thank you,” I say after I release her lips, deciding that she might need to breathe in order for us to get to round two.

  “Are you thanking me for sex?” A horrified look crosses her face.

  “God, no, although I probably should be thanking you for that.” I laugh. “I was thanking you for trusting me. I get that it’s hard for you, and I wanted to let you know I appreciate it.”

  Her face turns a cute shade of pink, and she lets out a little giggle. “Oh…”

  Kissing her again, I give her a light smack on the ass. “Come on. Let’s go see if there are any more windows you like in the bathroom.”

  She laughs and sticks her tongue out.

  “Careful. There are things I can do with that tongue.” I pick up our clothes and grab her hand to head to the shower.

  She hurries along behind me, quickly pulling her tongue back into her mouth.

  **********

  After a shower accompanied by light teasing and a little groping, we head out to the couch to decide on a movie.

  “No chick flicks,” I say.

  “No chick flicks.” She laughs. “I was thinking more like a comedy.” She scrolls through the On Demand listings. “Oh, how about Pitch Perfect?” she asks, bouncing up and down excitedly.

  I don’t love the movie, but it isn’t horrible. “As long as I don’t have to watch the puke scenes. That shit is nasty.” A shiver of disgust runs through my body just thinking about them. They make me want to puke myself.

  “I promise,” Ashley agrees. “I don’t really like them either.”

  After that matter is settled, we cuddle together—and by “cuddle” I mean that Ashley wraps herself around me like a blanket, which makes me very happy—and start the movie. I have more fun watching Ashley laugh at Fat Amy than I do watching the movie. Her laugh is utterly infectious, like a melody to my ears. Seeing her being all smiles and carefree is a beautiful thing. About halfway through the movie, Ashley falls asleep. I can’t help watching her instead of the screen, even though it makes me feel like a creeper. She’s even more beautiful asleep. There are no walls that she’s fighting to keep up. No self-doubt. No wondering or questioning. Just Ashley. And just Ashley is perfect.

  I slide her head off my lap and stand up. It’s time we went to bed. Fitting my arms underneath her, I pick her up and curl her into my chest. She instantly nuzzles her face into my neck, and a smile spreads across her face.

  “Where’re we going?” she asks in a sultry sleepy voice. The tone of her voice to goes straight to my dick. I’m in so much trouble with this one.

  “To bed. You’re tired.” I’d love to go again, but not when she’s tired. I don’t want to push her.

  “What if I’m not that tired?” she asks, her face still buried in my neck, her eyes still closed.

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “I wouldn’t mind another go, but I don’t have enough energy for another round like before… Maybe just some lazy, non-acrobatic sex?” She opens one eye to look up at me.

  “I’ll take any kind of sex you want to give me, baby. Fast, slow, upside down, or hanging from the ceiling. It’s all fine by me.”

  “Ceiling sex?” She snickers. “No, I’m good on the ceiling sex.”

  “Just saying, baby. Just saying.” I smile.

  We reach the top of the stairs, and I head toward my bedroom. I’ve never taken someone to my bedroom for sex. Melissa and I usually use the guest room. It’s my private sanctuary, but I don’t hesitate for a second to head in that direction with Ash in my arms. Nudging open the door with my foot, I head over to the bed and lay Ashley down in the middle. She’s a magnificent sight, laying there all languid and sleepy, but seductive as hell. Not even trying one bit. Damn, this woman is really turning me inside out.

  Climbing onto the bed, I straddle her legs and pull her to a sitting position. I pull off the t-shirt I’d given her to wear earlier and lay her back down. I slide down her legs, divesting her of my boxers as I go. I stand after removing all of Ashley’s clothes to take off my own. I watch as her eyes follow my every move. They fall on my erection the instant I free it and grow hooded with lust.

  “Enjoying the show, baby?” I love coaxing her into talking dirty. It’s a major turn on for me, and I suspect it is for Ashley too, even if she won’t admit it yet. That’s okay. I’m in no rush for her to admit anything.

  Her body’s reactions always betray her, as they’re doing now. Instinctively, she licks her lips, her breathing becoming shallow, before nodding in agreement.

  I climb back onto the bed and place myself between her legs. Starting with one ankle, I kiss my way up her leg and then down the other. Her breaths come more quickly, and I can tell from looking at her pussy how turned on she is.

  “Hmm, you like that? I can see your pussy getting wetter with each kiss.” I use one finger to stroke up and down her slit. Her breath hitches in her throat and her back arches. I take the opportunity to lean down and pull one of her pink, pebbled nipples into my mouth. I knead the soft flesh of her breast with my fingers while circling her nipple with my tongue. I give her a good nip, and she lets out a moan that can only be described as irresistible.

  “Your breasts are fantastic.” I move my mouth to her other breast.

  I feel her snake one hand between us and wrap her dainty fingers around my cock. She strokes up and down slowly, and I’m instantly reminded of how well Ash works with her hands.

  “Enough of that,” I insist. “Much more and I won’t make it into your sweet pussy, baby.”

  “Jesus, Tanner, that mouth.”

  “It does have many uses.” I reach toward the night stand for a condom.

  Sitting back on my feet, I sheath myself and kiss my way back up Ashley’s body. A few strategically placed kisses on her inner thighs and hip bones have her primed all over again. I bring my lips to the apex of her thighs and give her one long, slow tongue kiss. I lap her clit a few times before continuing my path upward.

  “Now, please,” she pleads. “I can’t take much more teasing.”

  “As you wish,” I say before burying myself insider her very wet, very ready pussy. It’s incredible.

  “Oh, yes.” She moans, making me want to slam into her over and over like a barbarian.

  I have to remind myself to slow down and take it easy. I don’t want to scare her. Or break her. “God, baby. You feel so good. I swear this pussy was made perfectly for me. Like it was custom fit just for my cock,” I say between long unhurried thrusts. I feel her grow wetter at my words, coating me, which only further fuels my fire. “You love it when I tell you about your amazing pussy, don’t you? I can feel you gush all over me. God, you’re making me even harder with that panting. Do you think I can make you scream like before at this pace, Ashley? Because I think I can.”

  I pull out almost completely with each stroke, slamming back in to the hilt again and again. Not with enough force to hurt, but enough to fill her com
pletely. I can tell the second I find her G-spot again because her moans become higher pitched and much louder.

  “Ah, ah, ah. Oh my God, Tanner. Right there.”

  “Do you want to come, Ash?” A little quicker, a little harder, and a thumb to her clit, and I could have her coming in two minutes.

  “Please, please, please,” she begs. Fuck, begging is such a turn on.

  “Well, I have no choice now that you’re begging. I can’t deny a woman willing to beg.” I place my thumb on her clit, increase my speed, and go to town. The sounds leaving Ashley’s mouth should be fucking illegal. They’re like sexual crack. God, she really is perfection.

  “Tanner! Fuck! OH MY GOD!” Ashley screams before going into full body convulsions. Damn, her orgasm could almost be confused with a seizure it’s so strong. And, hell yes, does my head swell knowing that it’s me making her shake like that once again.

  “Yes, baby, squeeze me! Oh God, Ash!” I come with a final forceful thrust and once again collapse on top of her.

  I lie there, waiting for my heart rate to slow back to its normal rhythm, listening to the sound of Ashley’s heartbeat. It’s pounding a mile a minute, but then again, I’m sure mine is too.

  “Damn, I can cut cardio out of my workout with you, baby,” I tease her before pulling out.

  She laughs and rolls over, curling herself into a post-coital ball.

  I remove the condom and get up to toss it into the trash bin. Ashley’s already half passed out by the time I get back to the bed, so I shut off the lights and crawl in beside her. I wrap an arm around her waist, pull her close, and fall asleep, surrounded by nothing but Ashley.

  Chapter 16

  ASHLEY

  If Quinn doesn’t stop with the constant jokes about my ‘glow,’ I may be forced to kick her ass. Her teasing about how ‘a great sex life looks good on me’ hasn’t stopped since she got home from work Wednesday night. It’s been three days of nonstop witticisms from her. When I’d woken up at Tanner’s place on Wednesday morning, I’d found a bombardment of text messages from my friend saying she required full explicit details of my Tuesday night exploits.