Dream Girl

Chapter Eleven

Zach looked at Ashlyn, all peachy and golden in the last rays of the setting sun. He stroked her shiny hair, smoothly hanging down her back, and still couldn't believe his luck. The more he talked to her, the more he knew she was his dream girl. It was all he could do to stop himself from proposing marriage right then and there.

He knew he was impulsive; he'd made bad decisions in the past. Still, he was so sure Ashlyn was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with—but something held him back. All his life, Connor, Mr. Cautious and Controlled, had bugged him because he was so rash. Well, he'd be proud of him right now.

He sighed.

"What's wrong?” Ashlyn asked softly, leaning into him. She was luscious, her body slim but firmly muscled. He'd loved watching her rollerblade, her thighs and calves strong under smooth honey-colored skin. He liked how her long hair had blown behind her and around her face. He really liked how nice she was to Rocky, because Rocky was important.

"Nothing,” he said. “I was just admiring you."

She smiled at him, her gorgeous hazel eyes glinting gold. He groaned and leaned towards her for a kiss, angling his mouth across hers. God, she tasted sweet, sweet and tempting. He stroked her lips with his tongue and then slid into her mouth, tasting her deeply. She opened for him and kissed him back, and her hands came up to his shoulders, holding him. His groin tightened, and he had to feel her too.

He cupped her head in his hands and held her there as he kissed her over and over.

"This is crazy,” she whispered when he broke the kiss momentarily. He brushed her soft cheek with his mouth.

"Why?"

"I don't even know you,” she replied, her voice smooth and sweet like honey.

"I'd say we know each other pretty well,” he murmured back, brushing his mouth across hers again. He felt her smile.

"In some ways.” She leaned back, and the flashing colors and desire shining in her eyes mesmerized him. He stroked one of his thumbs across her bottom lip; her tongue came out to lick him. Oh man. He spread the wetness along her lip, watching her mouth as her lips parted beneath his touch.

He was a goner. If they slept together again tonight, there was no way he could stop himself from professing undying love and trying to convince her to elope with him.

"I should take you home,” he said, forcing the words out. He saw a faint hint of disappointment on her face. “We have to get up early in the morning. We're meeting your dad at the brewery at nine."

"Oh yeah.” She took a deep, breast-lifting breath, attracting his gaze down to them. Oh, no. Her full breasts swelled above the low-cut top. He knew she had a bra on because he could see the straps, the same raspberry color as the tank top, but he could also see her nipples pressing tautly against the soft fabric. He had to touch them.

He cupped one breast as he kissed her again, lost in the honey taste and the lush fullness of her soft breast in his hand. He squeezed gently and rubbed his palm over the nipple. She moaned into his mouth.

Jesus, trying to be sensible and cautious was killing him. His boner strained against his shorts, which moments ago had been loose and baggy. Now he filled the front of them impressively, and he knew Ashlyn could feel him against her hip.

"Oh, hell,” he said. “Let's move into the bedroom."

He tugged her hands, helping her stand up from the lounge chair. She was limp and dazed, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She let him lead her into the dimly-lit house. Connor was nowhere to be seen and once again Zach took her into his bedroom, shutting the door on Rocky.

When Zach turned around, Ashlyn was right behind him. She pressed herself against his body. The late-evening light provided just enough illumination for them to see each other.

He pulled her in to kiss her, his arms wrapping around her slim body, and he felt her stand on tiptoe and reach up to meet his mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders as his hands slid down to her ass to lift her up against him, her feet nearly leaving the floor. That brought a gasp from her against his mouth, and he smiled and kissed the corners of her mouth, one, then the other, nibbling her lips.

She molded herself against him, rubbed her mound against his erection almost frantically, dragged her breasts across his chest. Her excitement turned him on even more, and he groaned and tightened his grip on the soft cheeks of her ass and kissed her hard. Hot. Wet.

She ground her mouth back against his, still bumping herself against him. He realized she was finding a rhythm and looking for release.

"Honey, you're so hot,” he murmured. “Slow down."

"I can't,” she panted against his mouth, her breath warm. “I just ... can't. You just get me so hot ... I can't stand it."

Her hips rolled in a sensuous rhythm, and he was suddenly afraid he was going to come in his pants. He lowered her, letting her slide down his body till her feet were back on the floor, and she whimpered.

"It'll be better,” he coaxed her, hands going to the hem of her top and stripping it off over her head. Then he found the clasp of her bra and let it fall. He filled his hands with her breasts, soft, warm, round, the nipples hard against his palm. He squeezed, drawing a moan of pleasure from her.

He got rid of his shorts. Oh man, that felt good. He swelled against her hands as she stroked him through the thin fabric. She lowered one hand to his balls, squeezing gently; he groaned as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

"Ashlyn,” he croaked. She dragged his briefs down his thighs. His skin felt tight and sizzling as his dick sprang up, released from the confines of his underwear.

"Oh, Zach,” she whispered, and he looked down at her taking him in her hands. The sight of her feminine hands on his hard dark cock made his mouth grow dry and his heart pound. He didn't know what to do with his hands as he stood there in front of her, so he put them on her silky head and dug his fingers into her hair. He wanted to pull her head towards him so she could put her mouth on him. Too pushy? He groaned. He wanted it so bad, but he wanted her to want it.

And she did. As her hands stroked him and she admired him, her lips parted and her lashes fluttered down. She leaned in and closed her warm, wet mouth over the head, and he went blind. Damn, he loved blow jobs, but this was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. The hungry suction of her mouth, the swirling heat of her tongue sent pleasure slamming through him.

"Hold me tighter, honey,” he murmured, and her hands tightened around him exquisitely. “Oh, yeah."

She pulled on him, up and down, one hand sliding to his balls and tugging them down and away from his body. Jesus Christ! He gasped, his hands tightening in her hair as her mouth slid hotly over him, sensations shooting to the base of his spine and sending weakness down his legs.

Then her fingers slid behind his balls, up the crease between his cheeks, gliding over the ultra-sensitive skin there. His legs almost gave out at the excitement her touch evoked.

"Ashlyn,” he gasped hoarsely. “Holy...” His words ended with a groan. “I'm going to come,” he choked out. “Ash..."

He loosened his grip on her head so she could move off him if she wanted, but she kept sucking, sliding wetly, and as all the incredible sensations built in him higher and higher, he burst and came in her mouth.

She sucked him, took it all, her hands going still on his cock as he growled his release, pumped into her mouth, his whole body trembling.

When she lifted her mouth off him, he dropped to his knees in front of her, afraid he was going to fall, gathered her up against him and buried his face in her hair.

"God, Ashlyn,” he muttered, still shaking. Her hands stroked his back slowly, tenderly. His heart slammed hard and fast in his chest and he gulped in air, overcome with his release and how powerful it had been.

"You taste incredible, Zach,” she murmured against his chest. “And you feel incredible. Last night you were so good to me ... was that okay?"

He laughed, a short, choked laugh. “Honey, that was so much more than okay. Words can't describe how that was.” He kissed her hair and held her tighter.

As his heart slowed to a more normal pace and he managed to suck air into his lungs, he lay down on the floor, pulling Ashlyn with him. The carpet softened the floor beneath his butt, and he realized he was still wearing his T-shirt. He ripped it off over his head and leaned over Ashlyn. She still had her shorts on, and he skimmed them down over her legs, along with her panties, leaving her naked on the floor beneath him. He moved over her and pushed her thighs apart with his hands, slowly, gently until she was spread wide. He positioned himself between her legs and stroked the soft skin of her thighs, down to her knees, making her shiver.

He looked up and met her gaze, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Her breasts were soft on her chest, the nipples still tight and dark like raspberries, and his gaze moved from them down over the smooth flatness of her stomach, the slight protrusion of her hip bones, the dark-blonde fluff between her legs. He traced his fingers through the smooth channel where her legs joined her hips, admiring the neat grooming there. His fingers slid down lower, around to the crease between her sweet cheeks, and one finger continued back, higher, making her muscles tighten, while the other slid forward into the slick folds.

"You're wet for me,” he murmured, and she nodded tightly, eyes now closed. “God, you're so wet, you're almost dripping."

"You turn me on,” she whispered, her head moving restlessly. Her hips lifted against his hands impatiently. “You turn me on so much."

"Yeah,” he said with satisfaction, leaning closer for a taste. He licked over her lower lips, slowly, savoring her unique taste, and inhaled a deep breath of her brown-sugar scent through his nose. Then he lifted his gaze to her face and saw her watching him, the look on her face so aroused, so pleased. Her lips were parted, her eyes hot and hazy, and he smiled at her. He saw her mouth move, the corners tipping slightly in a responding smile, and she lifted her hands and threaded her fingers through his hair.

"You taste good, too,” he murmured. “I want to make you come."

"Yes,” she whispered, eyes falling shut again. “Make me come."

He lowered his mouth to her again, pushed his tongue inside her as far as he could, and then licked up over her clit, small, swollen, hard. He flattened his tongue over her and let her push against him, letting her find the rhythm. Then he closed his mouth over the nub and sucked, and she convulsed beneath him as it came over her. Her hips moved, lifted, tightened, and her hands gripped his hair as she moaned, “God, oh God oh God."

When her tremors stopped, he lifted his mouth from her and slid up her body to lie beside her, half on her, getting his breath back himself. Her response was so honest, so pure. He loved making her come, giving that to her.

"We didn't even make it to the bed,” she said beside him, a smile in her voice.

"God, I'm sorry,” he groaned. “I didn't mean to fuck you on the floor."

"You haven't fucked me yet,” she pointed out idly, her hand on his chest. “We can still do it in the bed."

"Give me a minute,” he said. “Okay, let's go."

He rolled off her and grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet. Then the sight of her naked, perfect body shot lust through him to his dick once more, and he wrapped his arms around her, wanting to feel her against him from breast to thigh.

He wanted to tell her how incredible this was, how it had never been like this for him before, but the words sounded clichéd and fake in his head. His hard-on pressed insistently against her, and he wanted to be inside her more than he wanted to breathe, so he dragged her over to the bed and tossed her down.

Her eyes widened as she hit the bed, but he also saw the excitement there and knew it was okay. He had been gentle with her, but this time his frustration at the feelings he couldn't express, and his intense level of arousal, made him want things a little rougher. He growled as he moved over her, remembering at the last minute to grab a condom. Impatience made his fingers fumble as he tried to get it on. “Shit,” he muttered, clenching his teeth.

Then he grabbed her hands and held them over her head, fingers hard on her wrists. He leaned down to suck a nipple, took it in his teeth, pulled and nibbled on it. She writhed under him and gasped, and he dragged his teeth over the distended tip, released it, and took the other one. He sucked hard and felt her response, felt her hips move, her head toss on the pillow.

Then he was inside her. His mind was spinning; he was lost, out of control, needing to possess her body with hard, driving strokes until the pleasure spiked in him, unbearable, sharp, and he came in a starburst of sensation that rippled over him as he thrust and pulsed into her.