He nuzzles my neck, his kisses and lips find that spot that has my toes curling from just his breath.
How the hell does he manage to do that?
I whimper and shudder, the heat radiating through me, and I briefly wonder if I might physically burn him.
Ashton’s lips suckle on my neck before gliding down to my breasts as he guides one finger into my warmth. “Relax,” he whispers against my skin, his mouth moving back up to mine.
“Hard to relax,” I mumble through half-lidded eyes as his fingers dance inside my pussy and he guides a second finger into me, stretching me.
“You said hard.” Ashton grins down at me.
I glare at him, and my silence is met with a searing kiss to my lips. My mouth parts, wanting to taste him.
Our tongues delve together, fighting for control, but I let him lead this one time, because he certainly knows what the hell he’s doing.
My body is atingle from his fingers and earlier with his tongue.
I don’t know how long I’ll last before the next wave surfaces.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I whisper between heated kisses.
Ashton glides a third finger, stretching me, and the pain feels amazing.
My back arches off the mattress, toes curling as I feel close. “Ashton, I’m going to?—”
He keeps the same rhythm and pace, his fingers curling inside of my pussy as the first wave assaults me and my body trembles against the mattress.
Our mouths fuse together, my tongue pushing past his lips, craving more, needing him more than anything right now.
It’s like watching a firefly in the darkness of a summer’s night, and I’m chasing after it, trying to catch it.
“Come for me, Nova,” Ashton whispers, and his breath, his voice, the fact I’m actually here, in his bed, is enough to draw me over the edge.
Trembling and gasping, my body gives in as I groan his name in ecstasy.
I collapse against the mattress, gasping for breath, trying to draw air into my lungs as my heart pounds wildly against my ribcage.
“You said you’d fuck me,” I rasp, glaring at him.
“Sweetheart, we’re not done,” Ashton says as he grabs a condom and sheaths it before he climbs above me.
I’m glad he was thinking ahead because my brain is in such a haze that I’d have forgotten protection.
Hell, I can barely even remember my own name right now.
His cock is in his hand, stroking his shaft, teasing the folds of my pussy while he stares at me.
“Catch your breath.” Ashton stares down at me. “I’m going to need you to be alive for the next part.”
I snort and smack his arm.
“What?” He acts offended, but I doubt that he truly is because he’s not moving off of me.
“Joking about that right now, it’s a dick move.”
Ashton rolls his eyes. “Lighten up. You’re about to have your third orgasm of the night.” He beams down proudly; clearly, his ego has already been stroked.
“Just shut up and fuck me already.” I glare up at him.
