“Fuck, you feel so good. Damn it,” he almost gripes as he thrusts in deeper, making a catch in my throat force out a squeak instead of a moan.
His pace only quickens as his grip tightens, and he jerks me to where my back pops the counter and my ass rests in his hands as his furious rhythm pushes me to the brink.
I grip the edge of the counter as the ecstasy swells in my lower abdomen, and I scream out as he pushes me over the edge, forcing my whole body to stiffen before relaxing to the point I become limp in his hands.
Suddenly, I feel his warmth spreading inside me as he follows my climax, and then he pulls me up to hold me to him.
I tremble as my arms clasp around his neck, and his sweet, deliberate kiss holds me steady in the realm of fantasy. I know this will never be more than this, but at least he’s not making me feel dirty. Well, not in a bad way.
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As I hold her, something inside me breaks. I’ve never wanted someone for more than sex until her, and I really have no idea what to do or say. Ash is too good for someone like me to fuck with. I can’t do it. I can’t let her be a guinea pig and play the first girlfriend in my life.
“Ash?” Billy’s voice calls, and she covers her mouth to stifle a laugh as she pulls me to cover up her body.
I force a smile, not quite as amused by the sound of Billy’s interrupting voice. Brushing her hair away from her face, I stare into those stormy blues I could imagine myself staring into for so much longer than this weekend.
At least she’s still staying. Maybe she’ll even let me take her home, and from there, who knows? I sure as hell don’t know. I’ve never been so fucking confused in all my life.
She hops off the counter, and I smirk as I hand her back her underwear.
“Ash, you in here?” Billy calls from the kitchen, but she doesn’t answer, even after her panties and skirt are back in place.
Instead, she gets on her tiptoes and tugs at the back of my neck to bring me into a sweet, sublime kiss. It would be so easy to get lost in her.
My arms wrap around her waist almost reflexively, as if my body belongs to her. It’s a new feeling, something I love and hate at the same time.
Billy huffs, and we listen to his feet shuffling out of the kitchen before we emerge from our accidental hideaway. I hadn’t even meant to fuck her, but damn, she’s just so irresistible.
I kissed her in front of the family like she was mine to with do as I pleased. This is insane.
“I should probably go grab a shower,” she murmurs as she squirms uncomfortably.
“Yeah. Want to use mine? Maybe share a shower?”
Shit. What am I doing?
She smiles mischievously, and then her hand trails up my shirt before she starts tugging me out of the kitchen.
“Love to.”
What now?
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We've spent the entire day inside, wrapped up in each other, and surprisingly, I'm not the least bit bored. I can't remember ever having talked to someone for this long. I can't decide if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
She giggles when I kiss her neck, and I smile foolishly like some teenage boy with his first crush. The wedding party is growing restless, tired of all the picture-taking. I dread spending at least an hour out here.
"Are you going to watch all the pictures?" I ask, leaning back up from her delicious neck.
"As riveting as that sounds, I think I'll head back to the princess room and do some reading."
Her sweet smile makes me wish I had done more than spend the day talking to her. What is wrong with me? It's like I can't get enough of her.