Captivated. Lisette Ashton

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      When he says, ‘Don’t come unless I say you can,’ I feel that familiar urgent anxiety. What if I come by accident? What if I can’t control it? He’s very good at –

      The thought breaks off because he’s latched his sweet hot mouth onto my pussy and he’s eating me. His fingers smoothing shivery lines down my inner thighs. His tongue, rigid and seeking, probes my swollen clit and I try to keep my breath from running away in my lungs.

      ‘You’re very wet.’ His fingers plunge into me and he shoves them high and curls them so all the sweetest spots inside of me receive attention.

      ‘For you, sir,’ I manage. It’s true and I want to say it. I haven’t been told I may speak, but I haven’t been told I cannot. I take the chance.

      It’s in my favour because he grunts once and puts his tongue back on me. Maddening, blissful slick circles on my clitoris. Fingers fucking me until the tension in my legs and my back and my arms is almost unbearable. I am trembling to keep myself in check and he whispers, ‘You may come, Paige, because you’re humbling me tonight. I really need to fuck you and I don’t want to wait.’

      His choice of ‘need’ instead of ‘want’ smacks me in the chest and forces the air out of me. I think I’m crying and laughing when I come. All I know is it’s hard enough, my sugary release, to bring sparkling fairy lights into my vision. The room is dark but for a second, as my body fires off hormones and pleasure, I see what angels must see.

      He moves me the way he wants me. Knees on the cushions and belly to the back of the sofa. He’s in me in an instant, ramming home so that the air rushes out of me and I press my forehead to the wall. ‘You may,’ he says, reading my mind.