I pull my fingers out of her pussy and lick down her slit. I lick around the edge of her pussy. She moans with an almost pained sound as I thrust my tongue inside of her while my fingers continue to work her clit, hard and fast. Within seconds, she’s coming again... and again, I greedily drink up her juices, relishing the taste of her on my tongue.
I keep working her until her moans trail off to gasping breaths, until her legs have come up and wrapped themselves around my shoulders as her hands become like claws at her sides.
Finally, I come up for air and I gently push her legs away from my shoulders. They fall to the mattress, floppy and pliable. Her pussy is still open, but it now looks swollen and red. I have to force myself not to suck it anymore, because I know it must be tender by now.
Gently, I kiss Ashley’s stomach and move up to her breasts. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and work the other one between my fingertips. Ashley’s nipples are as hard as rocks and I know how sensitive they are by the way she writhes beneath me, small whimpers escaping her mouth as I tease her.
I kiss up along her chest and run my tongue up her throat until my mouth is locked on hers. She reaches down and puts her hands on my ass, pulling my body tighter against hers. I push into her, feeling her warm, wet pussy opening up for me.
I began to move, but instead of pounding into Ashley, I move slowly, filling her up with slow, sensual strokes that make her cling to me and whisper my name. I keep kissing her as I move inside of her, our tongues entwining as her hips move with mine. Her hands roam over my back, holding me to her.
I feel her pussy clenching around my cock, gripping me like a glove and sending fire through my body as she comes again and again. She presses her face against my shoulder and calls my name in a strangled, broken voice as liquid douses me. I up my pace, not able to hold myself back any longer. I can feel the fire in me spreading out, warming my body as pleasure explodes through me and I spurt into Ashley.
She breathlessly whispers my name again as I remain inside and kiss her on the mouth. The kiss goes on and on, until I cannot tell where I end and she begins. Eventually, when I roll off her, she scoots towards me and snuggles against me. I kiss the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair.
I hold her until she falls asleep in my arms.
I smile down at her and I know then I never want to let her go. This didn’t feel like an end, it felt like a beginning. I admit to myself, lying here in the darkness listening to Ashley’s gentle breathing, that I haven’t just fucked her. I’ve made love to her. It wasn’t the perfect way to say goodbye.
It was the perfect way to claim her as mine. And only mine.
All at once, I know I can’t tell her about the document I found, because the thought of her walking away from me is just too much. I will tell her at some point; of course, I will. I just have to make sure she feels the same way about me first. That she’s not going to take this as her cue to leave me behind and get back to her old life, a life that doesn’t include me.
18
Ashley
The days are flying by. It’s Friday and Finn and I are getting married next Saturday. The time has really whizzed by and I can’t believe I’m getting married in a little over a week. It’s especially crazy, considering I didn’t even know Finn this time last month.
The time has gone by filled with dress fittings, tasting menus, and a hundred other wedding details. I have spent a lot of time with Helen who doesn’t seem as scary anymore, although I still wouldn’t like to think I made a wrong choice for something and somehow angered her. All the details I consider minor seem so terribly important to her. I’ve even allowed her to plan my hairstyle. The hairstylist is going to sweep my hair together with some hair extensions and put it into a loose bun at the nape of my neck. I suppose it will look nice.
I’ve had my final dress fitting today and I have to say it’s a beautiful dress and while it’s way more expensive than anything I normally would have chosen I can’t wait to wear it. It actually has a rather magical effect on me. It makes me feel like a fairy tale princess when I’m in it. Maybe Finn’s ideas on marriage are rubbing off on me, because you don’t have to wear a pretty dress just to sign a contract.