Ashy was an ass man, but I loved her pert titties with their hard nipples. Massaging the left one, I lowered my head and suckled her right, then tried to take as much of it into my mouth as I could.

  "Sid," she moaned and leaned into me, tipping her head back so her long hair fell like a silk curtain down to her hips.

  I slid one hand around to the small of her back and pulled her closer, and I couldn't stand the fabric between us any longer. Releasing her titty, I reached down and ripped my boxers getting them off. My dick flew up and rubbed against her soft belly, and I groaned.

  I wanted inside her, and I wanted inside her now.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I laid her back down on the bed and crawled over her, kissing any bit of glowing skin near my mouth.

  "Sid, I going to try something new," she pouted.

  "Oh. I forgot. What you want to try?"

  "Can you lie on your back, please?"

  "Anything for my darling."

  I rolled over and watched her curiously as she eyed me up and down. When her gaze fixed on my groin, I wondered what she was up to.

  Then her small hands were on me, stroking me up and down and massaging my ball sack, just the way Ashy had shown her to do with Wyatt.

  This wasn't new, but I wasn't going to complain.

  After a few strokes, she bent over and took me in her mouth, and I nearly jumped out of my skin in surprise.

  That was definitely new.

  Groaning again, I fisted my hands in the sheets and tipped my head back. Her hot mouth devoured me, sucking and licking, and her little hand wrapped around what didn't fit and stroked it up and down in time with her mouth.

  I tangled my fingers in her hair as her head bobbed, gritting my teeth against the pleasure of it and trying to hold on as long as I could. Finally, I felt my balls draw up and caught her face in my hands.

  "My darling, stop," I said hoarsely. "I not want to come in your mouth."

  She raised her head slowly and released my dick with a wet pop! Giving me a beaming smile, she slithered her way up my body and rubbed as much of her skin against mine as she could.

  "You like it?" she said against my lips.

  "So much," I told her before I kissed her. "Now you tried new thing, we do the old thing?"

  "Can we do old thing in different way?"

  "What do you want to do?" I raised an eyebrow as mischief lit up her face.

  "You, my big boy. I want to do you."

  Confused but willing, I nodded, and was surprised again when she moved down to straddle my hips. Reaching between us, she grabbed my dick, making my eyes roll back again, then raised up on her knees to guide my tip to her pussy.

  Finally, I got it.

  She wanted to be on top, which was fine with me. So long as I got to be inside her, I didn't care what position she wanted to try. If she wanted to stand on her head, I'd—

  My brain turned off as her warm, wet pussy slowly sank down on me. She bit her bottom lip when I was a little over halfway in, and I wondered if it was hurting her.

  "Lark?" I whispered as I held her hips.

  "So big," she whispered. "My big, big boy."

  Her eyelids fluttered and she pushed down a little more.

  "Darling, no hurt yourself," I begged, my hands holding her hips still.

  "It not hurt, my love. It feel good. So, so good!"

  And with that, she eased all the way down until I was completely inside her. Both of us let out a little moan at the same time.

  Then she was moving, sliding back and forth, which I didn't expect. I thought she'd bounce up and down like she did with Quartz and Topaz, but this felt amazing, and I was glad she felt safe enough with me to try it.

  I smoothed my hands up her sides to her titties and gently cupped them, stroking my thumbs over her nipples as she ground against me. The tight walls of her pussy closed around me, and I knew I wasn't going to last as long as I wanted to.

  She slowly built up speed, sliding back and forth so her clit ground into me. Her glorious titties shook in my hands as she moved, and I raised my knees to force her forward so they were closer to my face.

  "Sid!" she cried out and grabbed onto the headboard with both hands.

  Then she rode me hard and fast. Lifting my head, I latched my mouth around one hard nipple and began to thrust upward with my hips, like I'd watched Quartz do.

  Now I know why, too, I thought to myself with a chuckle.

  Drawing her titty deeper into my mouth, I held her hips in my hand and met her every thrust with one of my own.

  Panting, moaning, shivering, we gave and took from each other until we both came, her pussy tightening on my dick and pulsing over and over as it wrung every last drop from me.

  She collapsed on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her neck and shoulders, my face digging into her throat.

  "I love you, my darling," I whispered.

  "I love you, too, my sweet Sid."

  Sweating and breathing hard, she lay on me in a little ball, and I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. We cuddled like that for several long minutes before she spoke again.

  "Sid?"

  "Hmm?"

  "Can I have Ash back?"

  Raising my head, I saw pretty blue eyes instead of my darling's silver ones.

  "Are you okay, Posy?" I asked, stroking my thumb along her cheekbone.

  "Yes, my heart. I just want my turn."

  She smiled, and I felt Ashy's panic.

  It okay, I told him. Lark right. See how happy and relaxed mate is?

  Sid. I can't—

  Yes, you can, I said as I gave him back control. Just let her boss you around like I did with Lark. It will work.

  I hope you're right, he sighed.

  I am, Ashy. I am!

  21: Right Where I Belong

  Posy

  "Are you sure?" Ash asked for the third time. "You don't have to do this, Posy."

  "I know. I want to." I shrugged and smiled. "Now hush, waffle, before you kill the mood with your worrying."

  "Are you bossing me around, princess?" His eyebrows flew up.

  "Yes. Can we do what Sid and Lark did?"

  "Which part?"

  "Um, the me on top part." My cheeks burned. "I'm not sure about the mouth thing."

  "That's fine. You do what you feel comfortable with."

  "Why did Sid tell her to stop because he was going to, uh, climax?"

  I was curious about that. I knew it wasn't because he was worried he wouldn't get hard again. No matter who was running the body, all of these boys were very quick to rise from the dead.

  "Well, he thinks it's yucky," Ash admitted. "Lark would have had to either spit it out or swallow it. To spit it out, she would have tasted it. He didn't like that idea."

  "Ew! Well, good thing then because, like we all agreed, we aren't ready for pups yet."

  "What are you talking about?" He tilted his head like he was confused.

  "Think about it! If pup-making juice gets in my belly, what's going to grow there?"

  "Baby, we squirt it in you all the time and it doesn't make a pup."

  "That's in my vagina or bum. Wyatt said a pup will grow in my belly."

  He stared at me for a second, then laughed so hard, his face turned red and his eyes watered.

  "Oh, my Goddess, cupcake! Okay, we're going to have an anatomy lesson later, but for now I'll just say that you can't get pregnant from swallowing semen. Or when you're not in heat. See? Either way, you're safe." Booping my nose with his index finger, he added, "Regardless, there's nothing wrong with spitting it out or swallowing, but Sid doesn't find it appealing."

  "Oh. Good. Me, either." A funny memory came to my mind. "Do you know, I used to think that if you swallowed watermelon seeds, one would grow in your belly?"

  "Ha ha ha! One time, Mom told us to spit them out so that wouldn't happen, and you know what Wyatt did?"

  "Ate his to see if it was true?"

  "Yeah!" Ash laughed and I giggled. "You tell Wy not to do something, he'll do it twice and take pictures."

  As our amusement faded, I met Ash's smiling eyes.

  "Are you sure you're okay with me bossing you around?"

  "Yep!" Still flat on his back, he spread his arms wide and stared up at the ceiling. "Have at me, princess."

  Unable to resist, I ever so slowly drew his bottom lip into my mouth, sucked it gently, and released it.

  "Posy," he moaned and his hands bracketed my waist before I could move away.

  "I had a little change I wanted to make." I hesitated for a second before I asked, "Do you mind sitting up? Like, against the headboard?"

  "Not at all." He scooted there, then smiled and waited to see what was next.

  "I don't get to strip you because we're already naked," I pouted, pushing my bottom lip out.

  "You want me to get dressed again?" he teased with a smirk.

  Shaking my head, I crawled up his body until I was sitting astride his hips and had the pleasure of watching his penis swell and stand up. Ignoring it for now, I ran my hands all over his stomach and chest.

  "I know you like my bum," I whispered as I clutched his shoulders. "Will you grab it and squeeze it, please?"

  "No, you need to say it like a command," he told me.

  "I thought I was in charge?"

  "You're always in charge, baby, but if you want to dominate me, you have to say it like a command, not ask me nicely."

  "Dominate you?" I frowned. "I don't even know what that means, waffle. I just want to wear my bossy pants for a while."

  He cracked up.

  "Okay, Princess Bossy Pants," he managed to say through his giggles.

  "Ash Loto Mitchell, grab my butt and squeeze it!" I grumbled.

  He did, although his chest still shook with laughter. Rolling my eyes, I tangled my fingers in his mop of curls and pulled him down for a kiss. He smiled against my lips at first, then stopped teasing and let me in to explore. My tongue wrestled with his until we needed air.

  By then, his stiff penis was digging into my belly, and I shifted my attention to it. My fingers skimmed over it to tease him, and his head fell back with a deep groan. Smiling to myself, I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked him in the way I knew he liked until I ached to be filled with him.

  Rising to my knees, I steadied myself by gripping his biceps. Like everything else about him, they were giant-sized and my fingers couldn't meet around them.

  "Lift me up," I told him.

  He raised his head and met my eyes, and I could tell he wanted to make sure I was okay and not going to panic, but he had nothing to worry about. Fear was the last thing I had on my mind at the moment.

  "I said lift me up," I told him, my eyebrows drawn together and my lips pursed.

  "How high, princess?"

  "High enough that I can get you inside me."

  "With pleasure," he purred, and a lazy grin stretched across his lips.

  As he palmed my bum and lifted me, the solid muscles in his arms hardened under my hands, and I looked down to make sure we were lining up. Even inexperienced at this, I could see we needed a little help, so I guided him into place with one hand.

  "Now down," I ordered. "Slowly."

  The second his tip entered me, I shivered and moved my hand to his bicep again.

  "Princess?" he whispered in my ear.

  "Keep going," I whispered back.

  My eyes closed on a moan as the delicious length of him inched into me.

  "You like this, princess?" he murmured. "Does it give you pleasure?"

  "Yes," I moaned again.

  Soon, he was buried to the hilt and I stayed still for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of all of him inside me. I felt fine tremors in the arms I was clinging to and knew they weren't from my puny weight. I moved at a snail's pace and hoped I wasn't torturing him too much as I tried to figure everything out.

  Watching Lark do it was not the same as doing it myself, and this wasn't the same angle as when we'd "made sandwiches," as Wyatt loved to call it.

  Experimenting, I brought my knees up under Ash's arms and discovered that got me even closer to him. My breasts were pushed up to his collar bones, and I wrapped my arms around his head to draw his face into my neck. He took advantage of that and sucked my mate mark, shooting sparks all through me.

  "Put one of your arms around my back. I like when you hold me close," I told him.

  Humming, he clutched me to his chest and splayed his fingers over my ribs, and I loved how all my softness fit perfectly into the dips and planes of his muscles, leaving no space between us at all.

  "Princess Bossy Pants, can I move us to the edge of the bed so I can bend my knees?" he whispered in my ear, and his hot breath raised goosebumps all over my neck and shoulders.

  I nodded, and he swiveled on his bum and scooted us over. I wondered why he needed to bend his knees - were they hurting him or were his feet falling asleep? - but then he settled into place, and the feel of him so deep inside me overrode my curiosity.

  Closing my eyes, I finally began to rock my hips, but slowly, so slowly that each thrust took an eternity. Our bodies were crushed together, and I felt like we were breathing each other in and out.

  "I love you," he crooned as his lips grazed my skin with tender kisses. "You are my whole world."

  I opened my mouth to reply, but the hand he had on my bum slipped between my cheeks, and all that made it past my lips was a long, low moan as his fingers rubbed up and down in sync with our super slow pace.

  He pushed his face back into my throat and swirled his tongue over my mate mark, then sucked it gently. The fingers that were rubbing between my bum cheeks dipped further and found the wetness that flooded down my thighs and dripped onto his. Swirling his fingers in it, he pulled his hand back to find my bum hole again and used my own moisture to ease his thumb in.

  His other fingers caressed the area between my vagina and bum. Mason had told me what it was called, but I couldn't speak, let alone remember the term. He began to tap in time with our slow rhythm, and I realized he was mimicking the sensation of his scrotum banged into it.

  My body reacted immediately. My thighs quivered, hot tears spilled down my cheeks, and the breath whooshed out of my lungs. Burying my face in his neck, I licked his mate mark with long, hard strokes that echoed our deep rocking. Then I grazed it lightly with my teeth, and his deep groan shook the whole bed.

  "Princess!" he gasped. "Tell me I can come, baby!"

  "Yes, yes! Come with me!"

  I couldn't hold on any longer. I exploded, and my vagina clamped onto his penis and pulsed around it in steady waves. His big body went taut for several long seconds, then relaxed against me, and we clung to each other until the room stopped spinning.

  Finally, I moved to look into his eyes.

  "I love you," I whispered. "I love you so much, Ash."

  "I love you, too, Posy." His fingertips brushed my jaw as his lips touched mine in a gentle, barely there kiss that curled my toes. "Our sweet, sweet girl."

  Then he picked me up with him as he stood. Still dazed from such an intense release, I couldn't bring myself to care where he was taking me, but when I felt the bed under my back, I realized he was only laying me down. Chuckling, he fell down next to me.

  "I'll be your bitch anytime, Princess Bossy Pants, so long as it ends like that."

  Chuckling, I curled on my side and cuddled into him. He propped himself up on one elbow and ran his other hand up and down my back.

  "And I am so glad you didn't panic."

  "Me, too." I kissed all over his chest, then stretched up to kiss my mate mark on his neck.

  He sucked in a sharp breath and the hand rubbing my back gave me a light spank on my bum, surprising me a little.

  "Do that when we mate, cupcake, not after I'm spent," he smirked.

  "Aw. Does that mean no round two?" I batted my eyelashes at him, and he chuckled.

  "Actually, if you're okay with it, the others would like to join us. But only if you want to! And they don't all have to be here at once. You can ask for whoever you want, and I don't have to stay, either—"

  I laid my fingertips over his mouth to stop his rambling.

  "I want them here with me like usual, but I don't want to, um, what did you call it when I gave you commands?"

  "Dominate," his lips moved under my fingers. "Like what Quartz and Garnet do with Lark."

  "Yeah, I don't get that." Dropping my hand from his mouth, I frowned at him. "Why do they want her to call them Daddy? That seems ... odd."

  "It's a kink— No." He stopped himself and shook his head. "I'm not explaining that right now. It's a way of playing in which the female is submissive and the male is all dominant and possessive."

  I thought about it for a minute, then shook my head.

  "They can play like that, but I'm not comfortable with calling any of you Daddy."

  "That's okay. I don't think any of us are into that. Well," he corrected himself, "Wyatt maybe a little, but he's not going to ask you to call him Daddy."

  "He is pretty bossy in bed!" I grinned.

  "Do you like it?" Ash's eyes glimmered as he stared at me. "Do you like the things he says and the tone he uses?"

  Heat flooded my whole face and spread down my neck to my collar bones.

  "I guess I got my answer," he chuckled and stroked his fingers down my cheek. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. We're all still figuring out what we like and need. It's okay to experiment as long as everyone is open and honest about what they like and don't like."

  "Experimenting like what we just did?" When he nodded, I admitted, "Ash, I really enjoyed it, but I'm not too sure I want to be Princess Bossy Pants again. Or at least, not very often. It's just not in me to be aggressive."

  "Oh, baby girl, that was hardly aggressive." He rolled his eyes. "But I understand. I sure did like that position, though."

  "Definitely," I agreed with a dimpled grin. "And the pace. Slow, but deep and powerful."

  "Oh, yeah. I'll tell you what. If Princess Bossy Pants ever does want to come out to play again, I accept the position under her happily." Hovering over me, he leaned down to kiss me. "Eagerly." Another kiss. "And enthusiastically." Another kiss.

  Bracing my hands on his chest, I giggled with each kiss, loving him so much that my heart felt like it would burst from it.

 

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