Calling Me Back by Louise Bay Page B

desperate to feel her around me, but at the same time I wanted this delicious torture to go on forever. She thrust her hips forward.
    “Patience,” I teased her.
    “Oh, I think I’ve been patient long enough,” she said.
    I sank into her slowly, inch by inch, reveling in the sensation of heat between us. I had to still when I got as deep as I could go. I needed to empty my head of the reality of what was between us, what was happening. If I didn’t, this would be over too quickly, and I never wanted this to be over.
    I started to move out of her slowly, watching her, wanting to see what she was feeling by looking at her beautiful face. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as I dragged my flesh against hers.
    “Ash,” I whispered.
    “You feel so good,” she replied.
    I responded by slamming back into her. I couldn’t stop myself. My body had overtaken my head. I needed to fuck her.
    Small noises I’d never heard her make before slipped from her lips. The Ash underneath me was someone I’d never known before. I pushed my face into her neck and licked, wanting to taste the sheen developing on her skin. It was like nectar, and I bit down wanting more of it. She clenched around me, and I groaned as I dragged myself out of her. I was so hard, so close, so ready, but I wanted her there again, with me this time. I didn’t know how her body worked yet. I didn’t know what her turn-ons were. I grinned at the thought that I would be learning all of them very soon.
    Without breaking our contact, I leaned back on my knees, lifting her ass to rest on my thighs. I ran my hands down her body, pinching one nipple, then the other, interrupting the movement of her breasts as they shifted in time with my thrusts. I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back for long. My palm smoothed across her taut stomach, then lower until my thumb found her clitoris. She moaned as she flung her hands over her head, grabbing at the pillows behind her.
    “Is that what you like?” I asked. “You like me to rub you while I’m fucking you?”
    Her breaths were short and tight, and our eyes locked together as her mouth opened a fraction wider, giving me my answer.
    “More, please God, more,” she said breathlessly.
    “I want you to come for me,” I said as I increased my pace.
    “Please, more,” she replied. She looked so fucking beautiful—undone, open, mine.
    I thrust harder and faster, gritting my teeth, trying to stop myself from falling before her. Then she was there; her back arched and she shuddered. And all the while her eyes were fixed on mine. I emptied myself into her, coming so strongly I thought I might pass out—a combination of the exertion and the ecstasy.
    I collapsed on top of her and then moved to the side, pulling her closer. She was precious, like an abandoned treasure I’d finally found. I never wanted to let her go. I was still panting as I pressed my lips to her temple. “You’re amazing.”
    We lay there, our breathing returning to normal, until Ash tried to move out of my arms. I pulled her closer.
    “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said.
    “Don’t be long,” I said, not wanting to lose contact with her for a second. I would have followed her if she wouldn’t think I was a total lunatic. “Water?” I asked and she nodded.
    I came back to the bedroom from the kitchen with two glasses of water at the same time Ash returned wearing a t-shirt.
    “What are you wearing?” I asked.
    “A Wonder Woman costume. What does it look like I’m wearing?” She sounded as if she thought I was crazy.
    “We can try that tomorrow. In fact, I insist we try that tomorrow,” I replied and she rolled her eyes. “I mean, why do you have clothes on? I want you naked in my arms.”
    She looked at me coyly, and I reached for the hem of her shirt. She didn’t resist as she lifted her arms so I could strip it off. “And underwear?” I asked, incredulous. “Off,” I said.
    She giggled and kicked off her panties and crawled