Our slow dance turns into a rough chase of pleasure and Ashton switches it up when he pulls out of me and spins me around. Taking hold of my hips, he orders, “Hands on the floor.” I do as he says without hesitation. I’ve never had sex this way, but I’m pretty sure that if Ashton is demanding it, it’s going to be good.
He holds my waist and enters me in one quick motion.
Oh.
God.
He’s so deep.
And it’s so damn good.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out and thrusts deep again. This isn’t going to take long. With this angle, each thrust causes the delicious friction I need.
And then he blows my damn mind.
Keeping one hand firmly around my waist while he continues to thrust in and out, he reaches his other hand around so he can rub my clit.
Beautiful circles of bliss.
Around and around.
Thrusting in and out.
Over and over.
Ashton delivers me straight into his own little piece of nirvana, and all I can do is squeeze my eyes shut and pant in ecstasy.
My mind explodes.
It’s like a glorious sunset, colours colliding behind my eyes, painting a masterpiece of pleasure.
I’m adrift, floating along that rush of joy.
And then he grips me harder and climaxes, and we’re joined in our pleasure.
I lose track of time.
I don’t know how long we stay connected like that. It’s not until Ashton pulls out and turns me to face him that I gather myself again. Blinking, I find him staring down at me. “That was amazing.” My voice sounds all breathy, so unlike me.
His expression is still serious.
Intense.
“That was just the beginning, Lorelei. You won’t be leaving this room tonight.” He's growly, forceful.
Sliding both arms around him, I lean against his body. I’m still floaty and breathy. Thoroughly fucked. “I don’t want to leave this room tonight.”
He removes my arms from around him. “I want you on my bed. On your back.”
My eyes widen. “I think I need a breather, Ashton.”
He stares down at me. “On my bed. Now.”
His words are an order and this time I obey.
I’m figuring out pretty fast that when Ashton Scott demands something of you in the bedroom, you don’t argue. I’m also figuring out that I like relinquishing control to him here.
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