I watched for a few seconds as Ash finished undressing himself before he came back up and began to kiss me again. His movements were urgent, like doing this could erase the hurt that he was feeling. I answered with just as much vigor; my longing for him was overriding any kind of reason.
Ash pulled back for a second, leaning his forehead against mine. “Are you ready?”
“I am,” I replied breathlessly, and he lifted my hips up from the counter before pushing himself deep inside of me.
He held himself there, one arm on my lower back, the other around my shoulders. I pushed my body tightly against him, wrapping my legs around him and immersing myself in the feeling of our connection.
“Do you like it rough?” Ash asked, still leaning against me. “Because I’m not going to be gentle tonight.”
I swallowed. “I can take it.”
“Good.” His voice was a growl as he began to move his hips, slamming hard into me. The movement made me gasp, withelectric sensations running through my legs and thighs. Ash held me in place against him, one hand now holding my neck firmly, and kept his rough rhythm going. A few times, he let out a low, animal-like groan, and each time, I moaned with him.
This was a new feeling; angry, hungry, and completely wild. It was addictive, and I knew I would want more no matter how much of it I got. My breath came shallow and my heart was racing.
Soon enough, our sweat blended together and the heat from our bodies filled the kitchen.
Ash eventually lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and I leaned back on my hands to balance myself. In this position, I could throw my head back, and move my hips in tandem with his. His fingers dug into my thighs firmly, and I wished for a second that I had sheets to strangle with my hands.
Ash continued to ram into me with surprising force, and I somehow found myself wishing that he could go even harder.
As if he’d read my mind, Ash moved forward and placed one hand on my chest. I lay back flat on the counter, and he held that hand where it was, keeping me steady. He held my thigh with the other hand, and moved again with more force. Each slam had me breathing harder, moaning more, and losing myself completely in the sensations.
It was as if Ash was releasing a beast that had been laying dormant somewhere in his soul. At the same time, I felt completely safe in letting him ravage me. I imagined him tearing anything apart that ever tried to threaten me. The thought of that was pretty hot, and it drove electric shocks through my legs.
He finally released my chest and moved his hand downward, until his arm was wrapped around my leg and his thumb on myclit. He moved it in circles in tandem with his thrusts, which created a sensation that I was pretty sure I had never felt before.
I reached down to hold my hand over his, another way of feeling exactly what he was doing. I closed my eyes again and held my head back, sensing that I was getting ever nearer to orgasm.
I didn’t want to rush, but I couldn’t help myself. I almost screamed when I came, gripping Ash’s hand so tightly that my nails dug into his skin, and in response, he seemed to growl, pausing his thrusts to feel me shuddering against him, pushing himself as deeply inside of me as he could.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked up at him. “Oh, my god, Ash. That was insane.”
“It’s not over,” he answered, reaching forward to lift me off the counter. “Turn around.”
Without questioning it, I did exactly that, bending over the counter as I stood on my toes. I felt Ash’s fingers digging into my waist as he pulled me into position, before he entered me again.
“You’re so wet,” he said as he began to move again, this time very slowly and deliberately. “So good.”
“Mmm,” I muttered, biting my lip as I savored this new feeling in this new position. I closed my eyes again, simply existing as I was.
Until I heard the creak of my front door opening, and my eyes flew open.
“Calder?” His name slipped from me as I noticed him standing in the foyer, staring right at us.
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Rhea
Ash pulled himself out of me and stood to one side. “Why’re you here?”
I could see frustration and annoyance on Calder’s face; not exactly anger. I was surprised to see him, and not entirely sure what to say in that situation. I held my arms over my own breasts, suddenly realizing just how naked I was.
“You’re an idiot,” Calder snapped, walking through the living room toward us. “You just left after a call, do you know that?”
I glanced at Ash. He shrugged, still somewhat catching his breath. “Figured you had it sorted.”
