Dream Girl by Kelly Jamieson

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