"In college. Guys will do that, you know," he said, looking a little embarrassed.
"It's amazing," she told him.
"Look, I don't want to hurt you, so if I go too deep, tell me, okay?" he said.
"Uh-huh," she agreed. Do it! Do it! she was silently screaming. Then he was kissing her again, and his hand was squeezing her butt. They were still in the parlor of their suite, and he was backing over to the couch. Ashley kissed him hungrily as she felt him bend her back over the high rolled arm of the couch. Her back fit perfectly against it. Did Frankie know that when she had picked this couch?
"Put your legs up," he murmured, and she wrapped herself about him, almost whimpering as she felt the head of his penis beginning to penetrate her vagina.
"Oh, God!" she half sobbed. He was so big, so thick, so hot, and he was buried all the way inside of her. "Fuck me!" she begged him, but instead he leaned forward to fasten his mouth about one of her nipples, and he sucked hard on it. Ashley cried out softly as his lips and tongue teased her until she really thought she was going to die.
He bit down firmly but gently on the tender flesh. She cried out again. "Tell me what you want," he growled in her ear. "Explain it to me carefully, slowly, and if you're a good girl, I'll give it to you. Tell me what you want, Ashley."
"I want you to fuck me!" she gasped.
"Not good enough," he replied.
"I want that hot cock of yours inside of me, fucking me hard. I want you to make me come and come and come and come. Can't you feel how perfectly you fit me? My cunt was made for your big cock, Ryan! Do it! Do it, damn it!" Ashley cried.
He laughed low, and then he began, slowly, slowly at first, his penis moving with majestic strokes that pressed deeper and deeper. And then gradually he began to move on her faster and faster, until Ashley was sobbing and her climax began to roll over her with such force and intensity that she practically fainted. He had her bent back so far over the couch arm that the blood flowing to her head made her dizzy, but oh, God, it was wonderful! And then he stopped, giving her time to regain her breath. And her eyes widened with the knowledge that he was still very hard inside of her.
Gathering her up, their bodies still joined, he carried her into their bedroom and laid her on the edge of their big bed. He began to piston her once again, slowly, slowly, and then faster and faster. He laughed when her nails dug into his shoulders and shortly afterward raked down his long back. "Such a naughty kitty," he whispered in her ear. And then to her surprise he pulled out of her. "Roll over," he said. "I want to go deeper."
"I don't think I can move," Ashley said.
He laughed again, this time low and seductive. Then he helped her into the position he wanted her to take. Kneeling behind her, he grasped her hips in his hands and thrust smoothly back into the wet heat of her luscious body. "You are so tight," he groaned, delving farther into her channel.
Had she ever had a cock pushed so far into her body? The deep, hard thrusts were incredible. He hit her G-spot, and when she half cried, "Oh, yes, there!" he worked it until she was whimpering helplessly with the pure pleasure that he was giving her. She felt him begin to spasm, and as he ejaculated into her she climaxed so ferociously that Ashley thought she was going to die right then and there. "Oh, God, that was wonderful!" she managed to gasp as they fell apart. She rolled over onto her back, struggling for breath. "Tell me you can eventually do it again."
Ryan laughed weakly. "Eventually," he promised. "You were incredible, Ash. I mean really, really good. I don't think I've ever had better."
"Well," she told him, "that's nice, because I'm all you're likely to get for the next two years." Was he aware of what he had just said? she wondered. He was speaking to her as if she were just another one-night stand, and not his lawful wife. And then she realized that he had hurt her feelings. It surprised her to realize that he could do that, but then, it had just been sex for him, hadn't it? And if she were truthful with herself it had just been sex for her, but women didn't do things that way. For women sex was an emotional commitment. For men sex was just sex.
"What's the matter?" he asked her, realizing she was tense.
"I've never had sex just for the sake of it," Ashley told him. "I'm not sure that I like it." Well, that wasn't exactly true, was it? She had sex on the Channel just for the fun of it, didn't she? But that was different. "I mean, it was wonderful, but it meant nothing. Each time I've had sex before it was because I thought I was in love. We just had an absolutely fabulous wham-bam moment." She struggled to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. "So why do I want to cry?" The tears began to fall, and she was mortified when a soft sob escaped her.
Ryan pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. He didn't say anything at first, because she was right. He wasn't even sure what to say. This had all happened so damned fast, and all because Finbar Mulcahy was reaching from beyond the grave to try to run his life, just as Ashley's grandfather was doing to her. He hoped the two old boys were happy now. "Does it help that I really like you?" he finally said.
"You're just saying that to make me feel better." Ashley sniffed. She was snuggling into his arms, her breasts against his chest, and bare flesh on bare flesh felt so darned good. "I really like you too," she told him.
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Maybe it would be better if we tried to get some sleep now. I'm still jet-lagged, and you're obviously exhausted, Ash. Can I hold you for a while longer?"
"Uh-huh," she murmured. She could hear his heart beneath her ear. It beat strongly, with a reassuring thump-thump. "I guess I could use some sleep," she admitted. "I'm going to need all my strength if that's how well you perform when you're jet-lagged. You're likely to kill me when you're at full strength."
He laughed aloud. "Look who's talking," he countered. "You are an incredible partner, Ashley. I might find myself more than liking you if we continue to get on like this." He stroked her hair. "Now go to sleep, Ashley, baby."
Suddenly she was feeling better. And he had called her baby. She curled onto her side, and he pulled her against him, one hand enclosing one of her breasts. Ashley smiled.
When she awoke the following morning she heard him in his shower and contemplated joining him, but decided against it. It would certainly lead to another sexual encounter, and she wasn't certain she wanted one yet. She fell back to sleep.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," he called to her. "I've got coffee."
Ashley opened her eyes and rolled over onto her back. "The Byrneses have Sunday off," she said. "Where did you get coffee?"
"I made it," he told her, grinning and looking very pleased with himself. "And there was a covered plate of muffins out on a tray with butter and two cups."
"Mrs. B. must have put it out last night before she went to bed. How did you know where to find the coffee?" Ashley wanted to know.
"The coffeemaker was set up, and all I had to do was push the button," he said.
Ashley laughed. "Mrs. B. must like you, Ryan. She never sets out Sunday breakfast for me. I always have to go down and make my own."
She sat up, and then it dawned on her that she was naked beneath the covers. "Oh, Lord," she muttered. He grinned, and she blushed again. "Stop that!" she told him, but his grin just expanded. "Close your eyes," she said.
"Why?"
"Just close them, Ryan." And when he had she jumped from the bed and ran into her dressing room to slip on the nightgown she had brought home from Lacy Nothings on Friday night. Then, mustering her dignity, she came out of the dressing room.