Road Tripping (18 page)

Ashley
swallowed—never having even thought about that. “Oh. I guess that makes sense.”

“I want to make
this as good for you as possible, and I figured my losing control the minute we
got started was not the best way to make it good for you.” His fingers were
brushing up and down her bare thighs.

“But why didn’t
you just tell me to begin with?”

Ethan leaned
down to kiss her right knee. Then lifted up her leg and slid his tongue around
to the sensitive skin at the back. Ashley heard herself moaning softly at the
sensations.

His mouth on
her leg was very distracting, but she tried to retain her focus. “Ethan, why
didn’t you just say so?”

His mouth was
now on her inner thigh and moving higher. “If you hadn’t barged in,” he
murmured over her skin, “it never would have been an issue.” Ashley had
unconsciously spread open her thighs to allow room for his head. His tongue
fluttered along the inside of her thigh, and then he suddenly bit down gently.
She let out a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure. “You never would have known
if you hadn’t been so nosy.”

That was
manifestly true, Ashley thought, as she let Ethan’s mouth do its magic on her
legs. He had shifted to her other thigh now and was giving it similar
treatment. Before she realized what she was doing, she had fallen back to
recline on the bed, her hips at the edge of the mattress and her legs dangling
over the side. “Tell the truth. You just didn't want to admit you weren't some
super-lover.”

Both guilt and
amusement were reflected on his face. “That’s it exactly. I admit it. I feel like
this is my first time too, and I’m terrified that I’ll not be what you expect
me to be. It’s particularly humiliating for me since I usually have no problems
in the bedroom.” His voice was blunt and matter-of-fact; there was no way to
doubt his sincerity.

His honest
answer helped to relieve a lot of Ashley’s own insecurities. She felt so
relieved she almost giggled. “Why did you think I would have cared? I would
have helped you if you’d asked me.”

Chuckling, Ethan
returned to his ministrations to her thighs. “I’ll remember that next time. Of
course, I'm sure it won't be a problem next time. I'll return to my usual manly
performance.” His tongue was again sliding over her skin.

Ashley ignored
his last pompous utterance and leaned back on her arms to enjoy the attention.
But she started getting nervous as Ethan’s mouth got higher and higher up her
thigh. Finally, when his tongue was flicking at the edge of her panties, she
queried, “Ethan? What exactly are you doing?”

“What does it
look like?” he mumbled, since his mouth was otherwise occupied.

She sucked in
her breath and tried to close her thighs, even though his head was in between
them. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

He raised his
head. “What’s the matter, honey? I’m pretty sure you’ll like it.” He smiled.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll like it too.”

Her heart was
pounding at a ridiculous speed. “Can’t we just have sex the old-fashioned way?”

“We can. We
will,” Ethan told her huskily, looking up at her with a tender expression she
almost never saw on his face. “But, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to do this
first. The old-fashioned way will probably hurt some for you, and I can’t
promise that you’ll be able to come. At least this way, you’ll come once for
sure, and it might make the rest of it easier.”

She swallowed.
He actually made a lot of sense. Maybe there wasn’t reason to be so
self-conscious about it.

He stroked her
legs, his fingers coming to rest at the elastic of her panties.

At his
inquiring look, Ashley lifted her hips so he could pull them off. Then she
relaxed back onto the bed again and breathed deeply to calm herself down.

When Ethan had
removed her panties, he returned his head to its previous location. Gently
rubbed his head against her thighs and ended up at the juncture between her
legs.

At first, he
just kissed her there, which was relatively unintimidating. He eased her legs
up some until he could nudge them over his shoulders as he knelt on the floor
beside the bed. “You all right?” he asked, when he had gotten himself in
position.

“Yep,” she
said, in a voice that sounded only slightly nervous. “Go to it.”

“Tell me if you
don’t like it,” he added, moving his face close to where she was already
aroused.

“I thought you
promised I
would
like it,” Ashley teased, staring up at the ceiling,
since watching Ethan would make her too embarrassed. “More performance
anxiety?”

He didn’t
answer with words, just chuckled warmly. The breath from his laughter caused
her to shudder.

And then she
felt his tongue.

He didn’t force
her to open for him, just used his tongue to prod and tease. Soon, Ashley
spread her legs even wider, instinctively wanting to feel him deeper, beyond
the surface.

She was able to
trace his movements, could feel him licking his way up to her...“God!” she
cried, almost jumping off the bed as his tongue flickered across her most
sensitive spot.

He pulled his
mouth away slightly. “Ethan,” he corrected.

Ashley snorted
and tried to think of an appropriate response, but lost track of her thoughts
completely when Ethan’s tongue started to work again.

It fluttered
around, evoking deliciously pleasant feelings, but it never returned to the
very best spot.

“Ethan,” she
whimpered, squirming a little on the sheets. “Go back.”

He chuckled
again, which was torturous delight. But he obediently licked his way up as
she’d requested. Then he flicked his tongue, giving her tantalizing tastes of
what she wanted.

“God, Ethan,”
she moaned, twitching her hips in response to the sensations. “Really like
that. So good.”

He flicked and
fluttered some more, making her groan in both pleasure and frustration. And
then he finally closed in and sucked.

“Yes.” She tried
to thrust her hips, but Ethan was holding them firmly. “Right there. Just like
that.” She could feel an orgasm mounting, approaching rapidly from the suction
of his warm mouth. “Ethan.”

And then it
went away.

“Ethan!” she
wailed, trembling from the loss of her release. “I was coming. Go back.”

He laughed
again and slid his tongue all the way inside her, deeply tasting her arousal.
Since it felt incredibly good, she stopped complaining and waited to see what
he would do next. His tongue darted in and out of her, so quickly it left Ashley
breathless.

She could feel
a different rhythm start to mount from this motion, and she couldn’t help but
move her hips again. But before she could even get into it, he stopped the
stimulation once more. She moaned hoarsely. “Ethan, this is cruel. Am I ever
going to get to come?”

“Of course,” Ethan
promised, lifting his head toward her. “I just want it to be good. Is this not
good for you?”

The words
themselves could have been sensitive and sweet, but the tone was more smug than
anything else. Ethan was clearly quite proud of his talents in this area. Ashley
wished she had the concentration to take him down a notch, but honestly she was
pretty proud of his talents herself.

Sighing deeply,
she admitted, “It’s good. But I’ll reserve final judgment until I actually experience
an orgasm.” He moved his mouth back into position. Then she added, not quite
under her breath, “Assuming I ever do.”

Once again, she
felt his amusement blow exquisitely over her sensitive flesh, but he quickly
returned to the task at hand, and now his mouth seemed to be more intentional.
He quickly established a rhythm with his lips and tongue, and Ashley could feel
her body intuitively moving into it.

And then he slid
a finger inside her. “Good,” she gasped. A second finger joined the first,
fitting her tighter, fuller. “So good. Just like that.”

The pumping of
his fingers in and out of her combined with the fluttering and suction of his
mouth. Ashley had completely forgotten her embarrassment and
self-consciousness—had forgotten everything at all but the sensations cresting
at her center—and she was panting and grunting in a whole series of silly
sounds.

“Ethan,” she
cried, her voice growing louder. “I think I’m…I’m…oh God…coming.”

Evidently
encouraged by this piece of information, Ethan intensified his attentions. And Ashley’s
world became merely fragments and pulses—mouth, heat, fingers, desire, tongue,
friction...Ethan.

She was almost
there. “Oh God, yes,” she heard herself gasping, as if she were listening to
someone else, “Coming…now…Ethan!”

He kept pumping
his fingers into her, extending the duration of her orgasm. She bucked her hips
wildly and opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure as the sensations
washed over her. Her legs clenched ruthlessly around Ethan’s neck.

Ethan kept
stroking her as she came down, and she gradually relaxed her spasming body. She
ended up sprawling limply on the rumpled sheets. “God, that was good.”

He finally
pulled away from her and reached over to grab a couple of tissues to wipe
himself off. “It certainly sounded good,” he drawled, grinning at her
endearingly.

She tried to
work up enough energy to scowl. “You sound way too pleased with yourself. It’s
not at all attractive.”

He joined her
on the bed and somehow managed to scoot them both up until her head was on the
pillow. “You mean I’m not even a little bit attractive?”

She tried to
hide her shiver in response. “Not even a little bit.” It was probably obvious
from her expression that she was telling a fib.

He brushed his
hands along her breasts over the T-shirt she was still wearing. “Oh well,” he
said in mock resignation. “I guess I’ll have to make up for my unattractiveness
by using my other skills.”

Ashley was
about to tell him what she thought of that conceited statement when his mouth
closed over hers in a deep, tender kiss.

It was lovely
and lingering, and she was smiling when he pulled away. Her first orgasm had
only left her feeling like there was an emptiness inside of her that she needed
to have filled. So she asked, “Don’t you think it's time to put on your
condom?”

Ethan drew back
slightly. “How do you know I have a condom?”

“Baby, I’ve
been with you constantly for a week. I know everything there is to know about
what you’re carrying on your person. I spotted the condom on the second
day—when I got the money out for the tolls. Very efficient of you to always be
prepared.” She beamed at him.

He looked
slightly relieved, and Ashley thought she knew why.

So she added,
“And we'll just ignore the disgusting possibility that you had planned to use
that condom with someone else before you ran into me last week.”

He rolled his
eyes. “Nothing was planned. I’ve just gotten into the habit of carrying one.”

“Good thing too.
So get on with it, please. I shall just lie here and enjoy the blissful effects
of my orgasm.”

Laughing, Ethan
got up and started to take off his pants. Ashley closed her eyes and stretched
her body out in delicious leisure. When she opened her eyes again, Ethan was
naked except for the condom.

Ashley stared
at him and gulped audibly. “Uh, Ethan,” she croaked. His body was firm, toned,
sleek, and beautiful. If she had been an artist, she would have wanted to
sculpt him. But that wasn’t on her mind at the moment.

He looked at
her curiously, evidently noticing her shift in tone. “What is it, honey?”

“I love you a
lot. And I really wanted to make love to you,” she said bleakly, shaking her
head. Her gaze was fixed on one very particular location on his body. “But I’m
sorry, Ethan, that’s never going to fit.”

***

Ethan looked down at himself and
then up again, his expression slightly offended. “Of course it will fit.”

Ashley shook
her head again. “While it’s nice to see you being optimistic for a change, I
think I’m more familiar with my body than you are. And I can adequately judge
relative sizes. It’s not going to work.”

His face
changed as she saw him try to force down a chuckle. “I thought you were a
pre-med major.”

“I am.”

“Well—”

“Well, nothing.
Textbooks don’t prepare you for
that
.” She waved in the direction of his
groin.

“Let’s at least
try. You might be surprised at what we can make work.” He was still smiling as
he moved back onto the bed and then over above her, kissing her gently on the
lips.

She responded
to the kiss, snaked her arms around his neck. “I guess we can try,” she
conceded when she pulled her mouth away. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you if
you get it stuck halfway in.”

Ethan’s body
was shaking with suppressed laughter as he pressed kisses into her neck. “If it
looks like it’s going to get stuck,” he murmured against the pulse in her
throat. “I’ll retreat immediately.”

Pushing his
upper body away with her hands, Ashley frowned. “You’re laughing at me. That’s
not very nice. I have some genuine concerns here.” She did have some real
anxiety, but she was also trying not to laugh.

“I know,” Ethan
agreed, his lips still twitching slightly. “It was very wrong of me to laugh at
you. But I’ll assure you of this at least—I’ve never had any complaints about
my size in the past.”

Ashley
grimaced. “I suppose that means that women always swoon over your heroic
proportions.” She slid her hands up to the back of his smooth head. “I’ll have
you know that I’m not so easily impressed.”

“So I’ll just
have to work even harder at impressing you.” Ethan’s hands slipped under the
white T-shirt she was wearing and started to push it up. “Can we get rid of
this now?” he inquired.