And I wanted to make him break.
Just once, I wanted to tear down every last one of his walls and convince him it would still be ok. This was my lover. My man. Violet had his heart. Luke had his mind. Me? I had his soul, and he needed to know just how much that meant to me. I stroked him slowly, feeling as he swelled in my grip, and then I worked my way back up. Just as my hand found his ass again, my mouth reached the small of his back. My tongue flicked across his skin, and then I moved lower.
My hand brushed across the pucker of his ass, but my mouth? I bit the fullness of his cheek, letting my teeth dent the skin. He bucked, a groan falling out that he couldn't stop. Another bite, and he threw his head back, tilting his ass higher. My finger pressed in, just teasing his opening.
Ash pressed back, taking my hand, so I slid two fingers into him and bent to suck at his balls. His breath caught. I saw his dick twitch beneath him, so I swept my tongue around the backside. Yeah, I was contorted as fuck behind him, but it was so worth it when my fingers slipped through the second ring and deep into his body. Slowly, matching my hand to what my mouth was doing, I teased him higher, feeling for that spot I knew would send him over the edge.
"Please, Cy..." he begged.
"Please what?" I asked before licking his balls again.
"I don't want your fucking hand."
Well, that wasn't quite what I'd been going for, but it would do. Refusing to chuckle like I wanted, I removed my hand and found the lube again. I used plenty, coating myself before toying with his ass again. His back tensed each time I touched him, looking like he wanted to writhe but wouldn't. I could only imagine how he'd be once I was inside him. My wild man, so full of passion. I hope he didn't try to hold back.
Then I lined myself up and leaned in. My legs moved outside his. My chest pressed against his back, and I used all of my weight to press him down into the mattress. I didn't want him on his arms and knees. I wanted his surrender, and I was damned well going to get it. Slowly, carefully, I guided myself in, and Ash thrust one hand up to brace against the headboard.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned as I filled him. "Damn, that's good."
Another inch, then one more, I kept going, my attention locked on his face. His eyes were closed, his cheek pressed against the pillow as he just took me. The defiance vanished, and for just a moment I saw something so perfect. True, complete, and total trust took over just as I sheathed myself in his body.
I reached my arm up beside his, clasping the back of his hand as I pushed my fingers into the gaps between his. "You feel just like I dreamed," I breathed against his neck.
Then I pulled back, withdrawing as slowly as I'd entered. His mouth parted. His face softened, so I pushed back in, seeking out the right angle. Slowly, I felt him, struggling to ignore the heat and grip of his ass around me. Damn, he felt good. His fingers gripped mine hard, crushing my hand, but I didn't care. My beautiful little man was sensitive.
"Hurt?" I asked.
"No," he promised. "I'm gonna fucking lose it."
"Oh?" I slid through his body again. "Like that, do ya?"
His eyes opened and he looked back. "You."
One word. One single word, and he'd done it again. Dropping my head, I pressed my face to his back and grabbed his hip. My next thrust was deeper, a little faster, and he pressed back into it. I wanted to kiss him more, but couldn't. I wanted to tell him how amazing he was, but I didn't have the words. Instead, I rocked into him again, showing him. Our bodies moved, his working to match mine, and I loved it.
So many times, I'd thought about this moment. I'd dreamed about it. I'd wrapped my fist around myself and tried so hard to imagine it, but the reality was so much better. The sound of his breath when he took all of me. The smell of his skin against my body. The feel of his body pressed so tight against my hips and his ass clenching me just a little tighter with each pass.
Then I thrust a bit harder, our bodies shifting together on the bed. Ash gasped, his dick grinding into the soft sheets, so I hiked his ass up and did it again. He reached back, but not for himself. His hand found my thigh, and he pulled, begging for more. I gave it. Deeper, harder, I loved my man the way he wanted. Every pass drove me crazy. My beautiful man wouldn't break. He wasn't the gentle kind of guy, so I plunged into him again, loving the way he felt.
My mouth found his shoulder, kissing randomly as I worked him. The pressure in my balls was building. I was so fucking close, but he deserved more. My breath was coming out in a rush, and I knew he could hear it, but his was closer to a groan of passion. There was no fighting back. No trying to get me off first. Ash just took, relaxing into my arms, and I knew he was so damned close.
So I reached beneath him and grabbed his shaft, fucking his ass hard enough to push his dick through my hand. He gasped. He groaned, and then his ass began to tighten. Another thrust, and his nails dug into my leg as he forgot to think. He just held on in the only way he could, and I refused to stop. The look on his face. The complete euphoria was all I'd ever wanted. Not even the feel of him around me, this powerful man giving himself to me, matched that look.
Then he yanked his arm away from my leg, thrust it under him and lifted his hips from the bed. His head snapped back, and he groaned so deep, a split second before his body tensed, his ass clenched, and then I felt him throb in my hand, but I didn't stop. Another thrust, and I was losing control. One more, and I was spilling inside him, but I didn't want to let him down. One more, and then my legs were trembling so hard and the grunt of pure bliss got caught in my throat. Balls-deep in his ass, I shuddered against him, coming so hard I forgot to hold myself up.
For a moment, I could only breathe, until Ash chuckled beneath me. Slowly, carefully, I slipped out of his body, only for him to turn and face me. There was a giddy smile on his lips.
"And the first coherent thought my mind could process," he said softly, "is that it's a long-ass way to the bathroom from here."
I shoved my face into the pillows and laughed. "Only you."
"You know what I mean, though," he insisted.
Still laughing, I nodded. "Sorry. May have filled you up a bit."
Then he sighed. "I do love you, Cyan. Wow. Yeah." His eyes closed, but the silly curl was stuck on his lips. "I have never come that hard in my life."
"You say the sweetest things," I told him, leaning forward to kiss the smile from his lips.
