Dream Girl

Chapter Seven

Zach laid his head on Ashlyn's thigh, her body still quaking beneath him. He tried to catch his own breath, her sexy taste still in his mouth—and he wanted more. When he turned his face back to her beautiful sex, she lifted her hands and tugged his hair.

"I need a minute,” she gasped softly. “And I want you to come. I want you inside me."

He smiled.

He couldn't get his jeans off fast enough, remembering to grab the condom package out of his pocket. He ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock, so rock-hard and throbbing it hurt.

This was unbelievable. His dream girl. Not only had he found her by some incredible twist of fate, but here she was, lying naked beneath him and the stars and the moon, the soft salty ocean breeze caressing their skin.

He gazed down at her for a moment as he supported himself over her, his muscles tight. Her perfect oval face was flushed and gleaming, and when she opened her eyes, they glittered with excitement and satisfaction. Her delicious, wet mouth curved into a seductive smile, and she lifted arms that appeared to be heavy and linked them behind his neck.

"Thank you,” she whispered. “That was incredible. Now fuck me."

Her bold words turned him on as if her voice had wrapped around his dick and squeezed, and his body throbbed with need. Reaching down between them, he found his cock, hard and dripping, and stroked between her wet folds. “You're so wet.” The head of his cock slid over her. She tipped her pelvis beneath him to give him better access and he found her entrance, tight and wet. He pushed in, still holding himself with one hand, then stopped, as his balls drew up tightly and he was almost overcome with an orgasm. With quick, panting breaths, he struggled for control, muscles bunched and straining with the effort.

"It's okay,” she whispered, hands stroking over his shoulders. Her fingers were so soft and feminine—and that made him feel strong and powerful. He took another breath.

"I'm not going to last long. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it."

"It's okay,” she said again and moved against him. He pushed in but she was tight around him, her inner muscles clenching around his shaft. He pulled back a little and pushed again, and she did too.

"Relax, honey,” he said. “You're so tight."

"You're so big.” She bit her lip.

He pulled back. “Am I hurting you?"

She shook her head violently on the cushion, and her hands went to his ass, jerking him toward her as he thrust hard. Now she was soft and wet enough that he could slide all the way in, although he was still afraid he was hurting her. “I'm okay,” she said, seeming to know. “I want you inside me. All of you.” She lifted her hips again, feet planted on the cushion, and he was lost. The orgasm was like a rogue wave crashing over him, drowning him in exquisite pleasure. And as he poured himself into her, he heard her cry out, felt her slim body tense and press against him through her own second orgasm.

He couldn't help but smile smugly against her hair as he relaxed onto her, shifting his weight to the side so he didn't crush her. As his breath returned and his pounding heart slowed to near normal, he remembered that Connor was inside the house. Grimacing, he stroked Ashlyn's hair and hoped his brother was sound asleep.

He turned to his back, pulling Ashlyn into his arms and holding her to him, looking up at the glittering stars playing peek-a-boo with wispy pale clouds, and laid his hand flat across her smooth stomach.

She laughed. “Holy sh-shoot,” she said. “We just had sex outside."

His own laugh rumbled in his chest. “Yeah. Isn't it great?"

She turned her head to look at him. “Ah ... you do this a lot?"

He grinned. “I've only lived in this house for a few months."

"That's not really answering the question, but never mind.” Her hand came to rest on his chest. He liked the feel of it. His smile broadened with satisfaction and pure joy.Then he suddenly sensed they were being watched, and Ashlyn must have too, because she lifted her head. Sure enough, there was Rocky standing beside them, smiling, eyes soft and dark.

"What a good dog,” she said lazily. “He waited till we were done."

Zach laughed. He felt goose bumps puckering her smooth skin.

"Are you cold?"

She smiled at him. “A little. It is nice out here, though."

"I can go get a blanket ... or we could move inside. To my bed.” He deliberately gave her those two choices, not the choice of going home.

She looked back at him, her eyes glowing but sleepy. “I ... okay. Bed."

He pulled her up, helped her gather the clothes strewn about the deck, and slid open the door for her to enter the house. “Come on, Rocky,” he said softly, and Rocky padded quietly in behind him. He shut the door behind him and locked it, and then led the way down the hall to his bedroom. They were both stark naked, and again he prayed Connor was asleep. Ashlyn didn't seem concerned, apparently comfortable in her nudity, carrying her crumpled clothes in her arms. Her wildly tangled hair created the sexiest hairstyle he'd ever seen, with her makeup smudged a little beneath her eyes.

He quietly closed the door behind them as Rocky stood there sadly. “Sorry, bud,” he whispered. He went over and clicked on the small lamp beside the bed, and then turned to watch her follow him into his room. She smiled at him.

His breath caught at the sight of that sultry smile as she dropped her clothes to the floor again and stood there in his bedroom, stark naked.

"Oh man,” he breathed and felt himself harden again. Jesus. When Ashlyn's gaze dropped to his lifting cock, he swelled even more and, in anticipation, he put a hand to his dick and stroked himself. The wide-eyed lustful look in Ashlyn's eyes made him even hotter. “C'mere,” he rasped, giving one more pull.

She moved across the room and reached for him, taking him in both her hands. He let go and put his hands on her hips. She ran her hands silkily over him, exploring him, watching him with fascination. Then she ran one fingertip over the head, spreading the drop of moisture that was there even as more oozed from the tip. He groaned, her touch sending pleasure buzzing through his nerves, and moved his feet apart, bracing his legs as she pulled up, over the head, down again. One hand slid between his legs and cupped his balls. “Ashlyn,” he gasped, eyes closed, head back.

"You're beautiful,” she whispered, still watching her hands on him. Her admiration was such a turn-on. His heart thudded, his ears roared, and he thrust himself into her palm, his need for her touch consuming him.

With his hands on her small, smooth shoulders, he kissed her hungrily.

Her sweet taste enticed and fascinated him, her soft mouth opening beneath his with an equal hunger. His mouth clung to hers, lifted, licked, clung again as he kissed her over and over. His fingers tightened on her shoulders and he pulled her closer to him, her soft breasts crushed against his chest. He slid his hands down her back and over the curve of her sweet ass, stroking the soft flesh, and then he gripped her and pulled her up and into him. His hard-on pushed against her insistently, throbbing between his legs.

"Ashlyn,” he muttered, just wanting to say her name. “Ashlyn."

She moaned, and her hands on his waist moved lower to his hips and squeezed. Her head fell back, and he dipped his head to her throat, kissing the soft skin there, sucking a little, tasting her but careful not to mark her. “So sweet,” he murmured, licking her there slowly, and then sweeping his tongue over to the side of her neck, making her shiver. He sucked again gently, carefully. He had to touch her hair, so he tangled one hand in the long strands. “Kiss me,” he murmured, turning her face to his again and taking her mouth in another long, intoxicating kiss.

Her hands tightened on his hip bones as she kissed him back and she rose on her toes, parted her legs, and let his cock slide between her thighs. He thrust forward as she clamped around him, and the sweet friction on his aching shaft felt indescribably good.

"Inside you,” he growled. “I want to be inside you."

He hiked her up against him, hands hard on her ass, and thrust again. Then he dipped his knees, and one arm slid behind her knees and lifted her into the air. She gave a little gasp as he laid her on the bed and came down beside her, his weight dipping the mattress.

"Condom,” he gasped, shoving a hand into the drawer of the small bedside table. After quickly rolling it on, he turned back to her and moved over. Then Ashlyn shocked him by pushing him onto his back and rolling over him. She lifted one leg across him so her knees were beside his hips, straddling him.

She lifted her hands to push her tangled hair back off her face, and her breasts rose, full and round with swollen, rosy tips that made his mouth water. He put his hands on her slim waist and just looked at her. Her hands caressed his chest, rubbing over his own nipples, sending all kinds of sensations through him. He groaned.

Next she trailed her fingers lightly over his abs and lower, brushing the rough hair that surrounded his cock. Then she bent over him, rubbing her breasts over his chest, and kissed him; a long, slow, luxurious kiss, tongues rubbing, mouths wet and sucking.

His consciousness constricted to a flare of heat and longing, sliding tongues and soft flesh, wet, slick tightness clinging around his aching cock.

Ashlyn lowered herself slowly onto him, and then rose again. The pull of her inner muscles on him made his eyes cross, and he felt his body tighten, his skin crawling with hot pleasure. He sought and found her hands and clasped his fingers through hers as she moved over him, wanting to be joined to her everywhere they could be.

She moved their hands to the pillow on either side of his head and leaned forward again, resting her body on his as her hips rose and fell in a tantalizing, agonizing rhythm. He lifted his own hips and met her, thrusting into her. She buried her face in his neck and, with a shiver, he felt her little velvet tongue slide over his skin.

Everything inside him tightened, growing hotter and higher. He felt her breathing change to short, shallow pants warm on his neck. Then she held herself down on him, against him, her slim body rigid. She pressed her face tighter into him as tremors shook her, tightening her around his cock, and he went over too. He thrust up hard into her, fingers clasped on hers as his own climax crashed over him, violent, consuming, devastating.

Their hands relaxed but remained joined. Ashlyn kept her face pressed to his neck as her breathing slowed, and he lifted one hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers tenderly.

He was overcome with emotion, stunned, and confused. He couldn't even name what he was feeling, but his whole body was weak, sated, destroyed. “Oh, man,” he groaned softly against her fingers. Her body draped limply across him. “Someone should measure that on the Richter scale."

She gave a muffled giggle. “I think that was off the chart."

"No shit.” He let go of her other hand to try to smooth her hair back from her face. He felt her mouth curve into a smile against his neck; then she kissed him gently. He put his arms around her and held her tightly, his chest swelling with that unnamed feeling that scared him just a little.

She was confident, knew what she wanted, and didn't hesitate to go for it—Christ, that was hot.

She moved against him, their bodies damp and sticky, and carefully peeled herself off him, leaving her hand resting on his stomach.

"Wow,” she mumbled beside him in a sleepy voice. He dragged his spent body off the bed to pull the duvet back, helped her move under it and climbed back into bed with her, pulling her against him, wanting to hold her close.

He was surprised the state of California hadn't dropped into the ocean with the magnitude of that quake. And it was just about as goddamn scary as a real freakin’ earthquake.