All Night Long by Madelynne Ellis Page B

eschewed set-dressing and cut straight to the heart of the matter ‘I bet he sucked you off, and then he fucked you in the arse before you even realised what was happening, and gave you the two best orgasms in your life. That’s why you can’t forget about it, even though you didn’t really get off on the act itself, or being taken like that. I bet he’s someone you know really well too.’
    How did she know this stuff?
    How?
    ‘Second best,’ he corrected her, his mouth working before his brain properly engaged.
    Goddammit ! Why was he admitting that?
    Ginny sat back on her haunches. ‘I’d be flattered, but I don’t think you’ve elevated me to first position.’
    ‘Shit, I didn’t mean to –’
    ‘Sh!’ She silenced him with her fingertip. ‘Be honest now, where do I fit? Anywhere at all? And yes, I am totally fishing for compliments.’
    Pity he didn’t know which compliments to give without landing himself in even deeper waters. If he said she was anything other than first he’d look like an utterly insensitive dick, and if he said she was first he’d reveal himself as a liar.
    ‘Third – a very close third.’
    Ginny stepped out of the bath.
    Well done, you ignorant twat, now you’ve upset her. The only woman in years to get him in anyway whatsoever, and he’d screwed things up before the night was even half way through. ‘Ginny, wait. I’m sorry. Come back. You’re awesome, don’t …’
    She turned to face him, holding something she’d taken from her wash bag. Ash gaped at the little square package. His apology halted. ‘Seriously?’
    ‘You think I’m going to settle for being third? No way. I’m going to make this so good you’ll forget those other times ever counted. And that means we use this, or I give you a hand job with a fishnet.’ She climbed back into the water.
    ‘In the bath,’ he spluttered.
    ‘Why not?’ She sank back down on him, forcing his legs together so that she could straddle him. ‘You’re not afraid of getting wet, are you?’ She splashed his face.
    Ash wiped the water from his eyes in order to watch her roll the rubber over his shaft. Women didn’t dress him. He always took care of it himself. It was a relief to see that Ginny knew what she was doing, not to mention it was all kinds of sexy, watching her handle him like that.
    Once she had him properly attired, she rose on her knees, then shuffled over him and sank down slowly, until he filled her pussy right down to the hilt. At which point he stopped thinking about anything besides how wonderful it felt, and how desperately he wanted to rock his hips.
    Ash settled his hands upon her waist with the express intention of coaxing her to rise and fall. Instead, Ginny curled her fingers around his and drew his hands to her lips, where she kissed each digit.
    ‘Feel me?’
    For a moment, he didn’t understand. He knew only warmth and the desire to buck. Then he did feel her, as her inner muscles fluttered around him and sucked him deeper.
    ‘You’re not in a rush, are you? Because I kind of like holding you captive like this. I like how you feel inside me. If we were in bed I think I’d like to tie you up all spread out for me. Imagine that, I could torment you for eternity – get out the nipple clamps and some other toys.’
    No. He wasn’t in a rush. He was perfectly happy to linger and let his fingers and toes prune, just as long as she was prepared to keep talking and hugging his cock like that. He loved the soft and gentle squeeze, the unpanicked indolence of it.
    ‘Shall we play a little game, Ash?’
    ‘A game? What sort of game?’
    ‘Who can hold out the longest.’
    Was that actually a game? Why would anyone want to play it? ‘Is there a prize?’
    ‘The winner gets another orgasm, in a setting of their choice and in the manner of their choosing.’
    ‘So, you’re going to dress all Moulin Rouge and fuck me until I’m delirious?’
    ‘No. You’re going to play Dracula. Game?’ She