Just trusting.
That he’ll take care of me. Of us both.
And my God, that’s a heady realization.
I do trust him in ways I’ve never trusted anyone.
His eyes ask silent permission, and I smile, dragging the tips of my fingers along his lips. Tracing them as I lick into his mouth. Over and over.
Our tongues dance a wicked dance as the wind carries the storm inside.
The cool air dances over every inch of my hot, hypersensitive skin.
Jamie leans up, his chest deliciously above mine as I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass, and finally,finally, he pushes deep inside me—filling me, overwhelming me, and owning me.
Until I’m gasping and moaning and fighting to breathe through the overwhelmingness.
Agony and ecstasy battle for control.
Jamie devours my mouth the same way he dominates my body.
Slowly. Sensually. Completely.
Until my muscles relax, and the painful stretch turns to scorching-hot pleasure.
Teasing me inch by deliberate inch.
Until I’m begging for more.
With each achingly slow stroke, his mouth worships mine.
Filthy fucking words I never knew I’d like, soothingly sexy against my lips.
Until I’ve taken all of him inside and still claw to get him impossibly closer.
One strong hand cups my face, holding me captive while our tongues move in savage harmony. And when he finally seats himself fully inside me, leaving no space between us, his hand on my throat tightens the tiniest bit, and I see fucking stars.
“Jamie...” I rasp, my orgasm right at the edge of my mind, fighting to be freed.
His lips slip down the column of my neck, pressing where his thumb rests against my wildly racing pulse. “Tell me, baby. Tell me how it feels. Howwefucking feel.”
“I feel...” I gasp as he snaps his hips again, sliding inside me in the slowest move imaginable. Hitting every sensitive spot inside me until I’m not sure I can find words or remember how to use them. I tighten the hold my legs have on his hips and rock against him.
“Words, Ashton.”
He pulls back, and I fight to keep him where I need him, ready to cry at the thought.
I dig in my heels.
“So fucking full. Like I can’t take more, but I never want it to stop,” I whisper and relax as Jamie slowly pushes back inside. “Like I don’t ever want you to stop,” I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders, desperately holding on as I slowly grind my hips against his. “Like this can never end.” I swivel my hips and sink farther into the bed. “Please, Jamie, please, I need... you to move,” I moan and shift as he sucks my tongue into his mouth, pressing my hips into the mattress.
He pulls out slowly, a sexy, hungry look staring back at me. “Hands on the headboard, beautiful.”
“What?” I ask, and he slaps my pussy again, pulling another moan from deep in my throat.
Holy shit.
Reaching above my head, I grab the headboard, anddear God, those eyes go molten fucking lava hot on me, sending goose bumps dancing down my skin.
