I relax in his hold. “I’ve never used most of the things in that box.”
Ashton is good at concealing his thoughts and emotions, but I catch the flare of approval in his eyes at my confession. I’m a little shy to admit I don’t have much experience with sex toys, but he appears to like that fact.
He grasps my hair and angles my head back to expose my throat. He then dips his face and licks a line from my collarbone up the side of my neck before sucking my skin and nipping at it with his teeth.
When he’s finished with my neck, he meets my gaze again. “I’m going to explore every inch of your skin today, but first I need to fuck you.”
Finally.
I press my body against his. “I’m down with that.”
He pulls my hair. Rougher. “It’s not going to be slow, Lorelei,” he growls and I hear the need in his voice. It matches my own.
I dig my nails into his back. “Like I said, I’m good with that.”
A moment later, after he quickly rolls a condom on, I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, and he thrusts his cock inside me from behind. He grips my hips and increases his pace until he’s slamming into me hard and fast.
I was so damn wet and ready for him that it doesn’t take me long to orgasm. I ride the pleasure while he chases his own orgasm, and as promised, it doesn’t take long before he thrusts in one last time on a deeply satisfied roar.
Dropping my head, I try to catch my breath and refocus. When he pulls out and leaves the bed, I collapse onto my stomach. Rolling onto my side, I watch as his ass disappears into the bathroom.
I love his ass.
I want to spend hours with that ass.
He re-enters the room, and I run my gaze over his body as he walks towards me. Ashton is built with muscles that scream power and strength. I watch, transfixed, as those muscles flex when he sits on the edge of the bed.
“Are you ready?’ he asks, confusing me.
I drag my eyes from his chest. “For what?”
His eyes darken. “To play.”
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Surely.
I crawl into his lap and lace my arms around his neck. “I’m pretty sure that playing with you is something I would never say no to. Not after you convinced me last night.”
He holds up a silk scarf. “I’m going to put this on you and then I want you to lie on the bed on your back.”
I’m confused again, wondering where he got the scarf. Staring at it, I ask, “Where did you get that?”
He ignores my question for a moment while he secures the scarf over my eyes. Once it’s in place, and I can’t see anything but darkness, he murmurs against my ear, “I always come prepared, Lorelei. You will soon understand that about me.”
Goodness, if I thought I’d died and gone to heaven a moment ago, I was seriously mistaken. His warm breath and his touch collide with my temporary blindness, sending a new wave of anticipation through my entire body. Every single nerve ending is buzzing with want for him.
The bed shifts as he stands. I lie back and wait for his next move. When he does nothing, I say, “Ashton?”
He doesn’t respond and I wonder where in the room he is. Not being able to see during sex is something I’ve never experienced, and I have to admit it’s hot not knowing what will happen next.
I slow down my breathing in an attempt to hear him, but I can’t make out his breathing.
Maybe he’s left the room.
My toes curl at the thought of what he’s doing. The box of toys is on the counter in the kitchen. I imagine he’s looking for something in there.
All thoughts of what he’s doing are soon forgotten when ice hits my stomach. My back arches up and I squeal out his name, unprepared for the cold sensation on my skin.