Chapter 82

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

ASHLEY

What are you doing?

The question forms and splinters when his hand closes over my breast, and he buries his face between my legs.

There's no room for thoughts, for questions, for words. There is only room for sensation, and I can do nothing but hold on. I have one hand wrapped into his hair, and the other above my head, my fingers gripping the arm of the couch, while Zain plays with my body like he's a master musician.

His fingers, pinch, pluck, twist my nipple. He licks, sucks, and nips at my clit. And all I can do is whimper, moan and writhe beneath him. He pushes one finger, two, maybe more, inside me, filling me, stretching me, and the thrust of them matches the way his mouth sucks and licks my clit.

Pleasure builds, sending shots of electricity out from my clit, through my legs and arms, all the way to my fingers and toes. My body shakes as the sensation builds, and then there's almost a feeling of being on a roller coaster. My stomach drops, my pussy clenches around his fingers, my back bows, and then everything … just … explodes .

I can't see. Can't focus on anything other than the pulsing of my body. I'm not sure I can even remember who I am. But slowly everything comes back into focus.

My heart is racing, the rapid sound loud in my ears. My head is thrown back. I'm sucking in air in loud, gasping breaths. And somewhere above me, Zain is pressing kisses along my throat and jaw.

"Are you back with me?" His words are an amused whisper against my ear.

I shake my head. I don't think I am capable of forming words.

"Ready for more?"

In reply, I use one foot to push my jeans the rest of the way down my leg, then repeat it with the other until I have them removed completely.

My entire body is still floating on the pleasure of the orgasm he gave me. If he wants to give me more, I'll take it. I don't care about the little voice whispering about why I should be saying no.

"I don't have protection."

I ignore him, and shove his sweats down over his hips. His dick springs free, and my tongue touches my top lip. It's long, hard, and thick, and my pussy clenches with anticipation of having it inside me.

Holding his eyes, I wrap my fingers around his length and give an experimental stroke. The muscles in his neck cord, and his jaw pops.

A wave of satisfaction rolls over me. This man is not as controlled as he'd like me to believe .

My thumb sweeps over the tip of his dick, smearing the precum around. My hips tilt and I shift position so I can rub him against my clit.

"Fuck." His jaw clenches. "Take me inside you."

I wrap my legs around his hips, and slide his dick over my pussy until the tip is just inside me.

His eyes are wide, pupils blown as he stares down at me, and I stop breathing as he slowly pushes inside me.

The feeling of him invading my body, taking it over, is incredible, but I force myself to hold his gaze until he's as deep as he can get.

Neither of us move. I'm not sure either of us are breathing.

"Zain." I lick my lips, and his eyes zero in on the movement, seconds before his mouth lands on mine.

And then he gives a slow roll of his hips, a second, then a third, and I swear I see stars.

Has anything ever felt this good?

His thrusts are leisurely, his tongue sliding in and out of my mouth in a matching rhythm, and I find myself hovering over the edge, hanging onto it by my fingertips.

"Faster." My nails dig into his ass.

"No."

" Please ."

He laughs against my lips. "I like it when you beg." But he doesn't change his pace, and the pressure builds inside my body with an agonizing slowness. "Do you want to come?"

"Yes! "

"Can you feel it?"

His fingers stroke over my clit.

"Oh god, yes!"

"Is it close?"

"So close." The words are a breathy whisper.

His lips brush over mine. "What do you think I should do about it?"

His fingers, wet with my arousal, circle my nipple, then pinch. My hips buck.

"Please, Zain."

"I like the way you say my name." His voice is thick, rough, deeper than usual.

If that's what it takes …

"Zain … Zain … Zain." I chant his name.

"Fuck … yes." He eases back, until he's almost out of my body then slams back in.

The fingers of one hand play with my clit, the other tugs, twists, and pinches my nipple, and his dick thrusts in and out in a pounding rhythm that drives the air from my lungs, and sets off a series of volcanic eruptions in my body.