Dream Girl

Chapter Twenty

How could she have let things go this far? Yes, she was attracted to him. Irresistibly attracted. But love? Love had no place in her life. Men could never be trusted to be faithful and honest, so falling in love was just crazy. Stupid.

Except there it was.

Her eyes closed, her head falling back while his mouth made love to her neck, the realization of the extent of her feelings for Zach swept over Ashlyn like the waves breaking below them.

Tears came to her eyes at the cruel joke fate was playing on her. She'd vowed never to put herself in the position where a man could hurt her. And here she was, helplessly, hopelessly in love, knowing that she had in fact deceived him. And in the end, the betrayal would be hers.

Despair seeped through her, heavy and hopeless.

"C'mon,” Zach said roughly, suddenly. “Let's go home."

Smiling weakly, she hurried after him, a little wobbly in her spindly heels on the rough wooden pier; a little wobbly in her emotional state.

She pressed a hand to her stomach, trying to control her emotions.

The drive to Zach's home blurred into passing lights and shadows and breathless anticipation. They were barely inside the front door when Zach reached for her.

Suddenly, scrabbling footsteps and hot breath made Rocky's presence known, and he greeted them in the dark.

Laughing shakily, Ashlyn reached down to pet him while Zach got him a treat and turned on a light.

"Damn, Rocky, you know how to kill a mood."

As crumbs flew and Rocky crunched, Ashlyn wrapped herself around Zach's body. “Don't worry,” she said throatily, kissing his cheek. “I'm still in the mood."

He took her mouth in a hot, tongue-sliding kiss that went on and on. Ashlyn's insides melted into a pool of heat between her legs. She couldn't get close enough to him.

"Never mind what you want to do to me,” she said breathlessly, her fingers tugging the knot of his tie. “What I want to do to you!"

She yanked the tie off, eager and excited.

"Go for it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands on her waist. She tossed the tie aside and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. At the same time, she nuzzled his neck, inhaling the musky male scent of him. Unable to resist, she licked him. Damn, he tasted good.

She tugged his shirt out of his pants with quick, frantic movements and pushed it down over his shoulders. God, those big, muscular shoulders. He'd turned back the cuffs earlier, so now the shirt fell off his arms to the floor. Then she went to work on his pants.

"Ah ... Ash,” he choked out. “I know we're here alone now, but we could at least move in from the front door."

Ashlyn let out a little growl of frustration but allowed Zach to lead her into his living room.

"Let me,” he murmured, seeking and finding the zipper of her dress. He slowly drew it down, and then nudged the tiny straps off her shoulders. The filmy fabric caught on her full breasts. With one finger between her breasts, he tugged the dress, and it slithered down her body over her hips to puddle on the floor at her feet.

She had no bra on, just black panties and high heels. Her nipples tightened as he gazed almost worshipfully at her body. He reached out and palmed her nipples, brushing back and forth.

She leaned into his touch, watching his face as his lean cheeks flushed and his eyes darkened. He was so beautiful. She longed to touch him, to please him, to do whatever he wanted.

He bent to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, and pleasure shot through her to her womb, weakening her legs. She clutched his bare shoulders to keep from falling. She couldn't move, could barely breathe.

"I love your breasts,” he whispered against the tight nipple. “So much."

"That's good,” she managed to reply.

"Oh, yeah.” He sucked the other nipple while his hands cupped the soft flesh. He played like that for long, heated moments while Ashlyn grew frantically aroused.

"Please, Zach,” she cried. “I need to come."

He lifted his head, his eyes gleaming wickedly.

"Ah,” he said and slid a hand into her panties. “Yes, you do. You're wet.” She moaned again, and then gasped as his fingers slid slickly over her clit. Then he withdrew his hand, and she whimpered.

He directed her over to the couch and gently pushed her to sit down. Once there, he tugged her legs forward so her bottom was at the edge of the couch and her head fell against the cushion at the back of the couch.

She gave a startled gasp at this, almost mindless with erotic sensations.

Zach touched her thighs, his fingers stroking over the sensitive skin there, and then pushed them apart. He trailed his fingertips over her inner thighs, up to her hipbones, down to cup her through her panties. Then he bent his head, pressed his mouth to the filmy fabric, and inhaled deeply.

Ashlyn's eyes drifted closed, her arms limp at her sides at the feel of Zach's hot breath on her vulva, his mouth pressing exquisitely. When he breathed in her scent, she moaned again. It was so incredibly intimate.

With the utmost care, he slid her panties over her legs and off, and then pushed her legs open again, wide open, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

She forced open her eyes to look at him, again amazed at the look of awe and admiration on his handsome face. His eyes were hot and glazed, his cheekbones dark. The intensity of his expression thrilled her, and his touch sent tremors through her legs.

He bent and kissed her thigh, the crease where thigh met hip, one hipbone, then the other. He pressed a kiss to her tummy, again taking a deep breath.

His hands held her knees apart while his mouth moved over her, tortuously, excruciatingly pleasuring her.

She ached for his touch to her sex with a burning, throbbing need; finally, his fingers slid up her thighs to touch her labia. He spread her open, still looking at her intimately. Every small inner muscle clenched with excitement as she struggled to draw breath. Her ears buzzed, her body throbbed. Mindlessly she lifted her hands to her breasts and squeezed their swollen fullness.

Zach noticed and lifted fascinated eyes to watch her touch herself. “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?"

"Not as good as when you touch me,” she whispered and pinched her own nipples delicately. She heard his sharply indrawn breath and lifted her hips in a silent plea.

"Yeah,” he muttered and lowered his head. His tongue licked her in long, luxurious strokes, again and again. His fingers pressed her flesh further apart. The sensations were overwhelming. His magical tongue knew where to press, where to suck as sensation built in her exquisitely, a sharp pleasure that was almost painful in its intensity.

"Yes,” she whimpered, lifting herself against his hot mouth, seeking and finding that exact spot where she would reach her climax. When it came, she tried to sit up, her legs trembling as he held her apart, his mouth closed over her, sucking and drawing every last drop of delighted ecstasy from her. The waves of pleasure went on and on until she fell back onto the couch, moaning her enjoyment.

When Zach finally lifted his head, he wore a look of pleased satisfaction that mirrored her own. “I love making you come like that.” He wiped his mouth and moved up beside her on the couch, pulling her into his arms.

"That was unbelievable,” Ashlyn said drowsily. “But not fair. I wanted to do something for you."

"Like what?” He stroked her hip.

"Like whatever you want.” She smiled and curled into him. “Just give me a minute."

They stayed like that, cuddling and stroking as Ashlyn's breathing and racing heart slowed somewhat, but her excitement level remained high. As she stroked a hand over the ridged muscles of his abdomen, she turned her mouth in to kiss his chest. She inhaled deeply, drawing oxygen into her lungs along with the warm scent of his skin. Her breathing was urgent, dragging inhalations and short exhalations.

Her hand moved down to the front of his pants, which were strained over his erection. She cupped him through the fabric, stroking him until his own breathing became quick and labored. Face flushed, eyes closed, he leaned his head back against the couch.

She wanted to feel his penis, hot and bare in her hands, and she sat up to unbutton and unzip him. She drew him out, heavy and thick, and stroked him, thrilled at how soft his skin was over his rock-like hardness.

"I love your cock,” she whispered, studying it with avid eyes. He grunted and swelled more in her hands. She leaned down to press a kiss to the tip. It was wet, and she licked him deliberately, tonguing the little slit, loving the salty tang of him. She wanted more and put her mouth over the head and sucked gently, drawing a groan from Zach.

He buried his hands in her hair, and she loved the feel of that too, as she licked him all over. Then she licked her palms to wet them too. As her tongue touched her palms, she met Zach's eyes, blazing so hot that she felt the heat. With wet, slick hands, she stroked him up, over the head, back down, and he thrust urgently into her grasp.

"I love that,” he gasped, his muscles tight, hips lifting.

She licked one hand again, then the other, continuing to stroke him. He lifted his hips faster, increasing the pace, eyes closed and jaw tight. She watched him, enthralled by his enthusiastic response, delighting in her ability to please him.

"Ah ... Ashlyn,” he gritted out. “I'm going to come..."

"I want you to come,” she whispered, still watching him, stroking him, harder, faster until he erupted in her hands, white hot semen trickling over her fingers. He put a hand down to gently still her touch, panting, trembling, eyes closed and head back.

"Jesus,” he gasped.

She gently released him and curled back into him, now waiting for him to regain control, her hand on his heaving chest.

He held her tightly, the muscles in his arms rigid.

"Was that what you had planned?” She smiled against his shoulder.

"Uh ... no, not exactly. But hey, it's all good."

They cuddled together for a while on the couch, the house silent but for some soft snores. Ashlyn lifted her head and, with amusement, spotted Rocky sprawled out on the carpet across the room, paws outstretched, oblivious to their fun.

"Yeah, this is great, being alone.” Zach sighed. He stroked her hair, and then held her shoulders while he sat up. He tucked himself back into his boxers and pants, still semi-hard. “But let's go to bed."

"I don't want to go to bed,” Ashlyn murmured with a girly little pout that even surprised her. Zach's eyes glinted.

"Too bad, sweetheart.” He swung her up into his arms, and she squealed. God, another girly reaction. What was happening to her?

"Put me down!” she gasped. “You'll hurt yourself."

"Not likely, honey.” He strode down the hall to the bedroom. He kicked open the door, crossed the room, and tossed her on the bed, where she landed with a bounce.

Wide-eyed, dry-mouthed, she watched him lean down to turn on the lamp, and then open the drawer and pull out some condoms.

He dropped his pants and underwear quickly, kneeling beside her. He was hard again already.

To her shock, he flipped her over onto her stomach. She struggled, but he pushed her down with one hand on her back, holding her there. When she struggled more, he moved over her and pressed her into the mattress, the weight of his hard, warm body covering her.

Zach,” she protested, reluctantly thrilled by his domination.

"I know you like this,” he whispered in her ear, his penis pushing against her butt. She moaned helplessly. He knew her so well. The only other time they'd done this was at Klub Kink, and the memory caused a flood of warmth and wetness between her legs and a pleasant burn low in her womb.

He was right. Much as she liked to take charge of pleasuring him, there was something so wickedly exciting about having him on top of her like this, her body pinned beneath his. For the first time in her life, it made her enjoy feeling small and feminine. He held her there, pulling her hair aside to kiss her neck.

How could she possibly enjoy being dominated by a man, something she had always fought against? As she squirmed beneath him, loving his weight, his heat, his mouth on her, she realized the only reason she loved it was because it was Zach, and she knew with a complete and certain knowledge that he would never hurt her.

And she also knew she had equal power over him, the power to render him equally weak and trembling.

His hands went to her legs, and his knees thrust her thighs roughly apart, so far apart it almost hurt, but she loved it. Then, after a short pause, she felt his thick hard penis pushing into her from behind. She cried out with pleasure as he sheathed himself fully, filling her up completely, touching her womb with an intense contact that shot sparks through her body. Desperate to be filled, completed by him, she lifted her butt against him as he stroked in and out, meeting his thrusts. He drove into her and bent over her back again to press his mouth to her shoulder.

"You like this, don't you?” he growled, plunging deeply again and again against her soft buttocks.

"Yes!” she cried out, her voice muffled in the pillow. “God, yes! I love it."

Then he suddenly pulled out, and she whimpered as his hands turned her body again. She was weak, vibrating with need. He moved over her, between her thighs, kneeing them apart and pausing without entering her.

"Look at me, Ashlyn."

She forced her eyes open and met his gaze. The intensity was shockingly intimate, heating her, ratcheting up her trembling excitement. “I want to watch you come with me inside you."

He pushed into her, hard but not rough. Again she moaned at the feeling of fulfillment. She met his thrust, her eyes locked on his, and he leaned down, supporting his weight on his arms above her. Still watching her face, he kissed one breast, then the other, moving slowly, deeply inside her.

It was unbearable. It was frightening. It was beautiful. She reached up to cup his face, everything twisting and drawing up inside her, tighter, higher. “Zach,” she whispered, aching.

With a hard drive, he tensed above her. His eyes glazed but never left her face as he pressed through his climax, her own pleasure peaking in a dazzling starburst.

"Oh, Ashlyn,” he groaned. “God, Ashlyn.” Collapsing onto her, he pulled her face towards him and kissed her mouth.

The room was silent but for their panting breaths as their eyes met and held again. The soft light of the lamp cast the bed in a golden glow, the rest of the room fading to shadows.

Ashlyn's heart constricted and her eyes stung as she acknowledged the depth of her feelings for Zach. She could no longer kid herself that they were just “having fun.” This was the most powerful, intimate connection she'd ever felt with anyone, and she had a sinking feeling she would never feel this again with anyone else.