Free Dream Girl by Kelly Jamieson Page A

down. His thumbs parted her and his tongue moved deeper, plunging into her, and then licking up and over her clitoris. His touch there jolted her. She was so aroused and on edge, she felt as though she trembled at the top of a cliff, and her hips lifted beneath him. “Ashlyn,” he growled. “I want to make you come."
    "Yes.” Even if she could have protested, her body had other ideas, moving against his mouth instinctively, seeking, everything inside her reaching further, higher, tighter until she went over, coming in his mouth with hot, hard shudders that wracked her whole body.
    She'd tumbled over the edge of the cliff and was free-falling through dark space.
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    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