I reached for him, rolled the condom down over his length.
Ashton groaned low in his throat, his body tensing above mine, hips twitching at the contact.
His hands braced on either side of my head, knuckles whitening slightly.
He murmured my na, voice rough with pleasure.
I swallowed hard, eyes flicking up to his face.
There was no alcohol clouding my senses this ti, no hazy veil to soften the edges.
Every sensation was vivid, raw.
The mory of that first night in the hotel ca rushing back. Not just the physicality, but the vulnerability, the reckless thrill of giving myself to soone who made feel both fearless and fragile all at once.
That night, I’d been drunk.
Now, I was wide awake, and drowning in feeling.
Watching closely, Ashton pressed inside slowly, inch by torturous inch, letting stretch and adjust, his jaw clenched tight as he fought for control.
I gasped softly, arching into him, my fingers curling into his shoulders.
My body softened around him, opening, welcoming.
He didn’t move at first, just held himself there, buried deep, forehead resting against mine.
‘You good?’ he asked, voice hoarse.
I nodded, blinking back tears I hadn’t realised had ford. ‘Yes. Don’t stop.’
He kissed then, slow and sweet.
Each thrust was careful, coaxing my nerves alight until warmth pooled low in my belly.
My body responded instinctively, hips rising to et his rhythm, shyness lting under the weight of desire.
When I moaned into his mouth, Ashton exhaled sharply through his nose, his pace beginning to quicken.
His control began to slip.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, nails tracing lines down his back.
I t each of his thrusts with a roll of my hips, my earlier hesitation entirely forgotten.
He shifted, angling deeper, and I cried out, clutching at him tighter.
The bed groaned beneath our movent, the air thick with sweat and want.
Our bodies moved together like we’d always known how, like we’d never been apart.
When the climax hit, it crashed over us in waves, simultaneous, shattering.
Ashton buried his face in my neck, growling my na as he spilled into , his muscles taut and trembling.
I clung to him, heart racing, breath ragged.
I thought it was over, but then his lips found mine again, softer this ti, and his voice rumbled against my skin.
‘One more ti.’
And I let him take again. Harder this ti. Faster.
Again and again until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
The pressure behind my eyes faded, colours bleeding into one another at the edges of my vision.
I must have blacked out for a mont, because the next thing I registered was Ashton’s voice, low and coaxing, calling back.
‘One more ti.’
I woke up tangled in his arms, face warm and damp, eyelids heavy.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across his chest.
He was still half-curled around , breathing steady, asleep.
I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek.
Everything felt... right.
Until his hands started roaming.
From the corner of my mouth, down my neck, along my collarbone, tracing the curve of my waist.
His palm stayed pressed against my skin, reluctant to pull away.
I pulled back to look at his face.
His eyes were still closed.
‘You awake?’
‘No,’ he said.
‘Liar. What ti is it?’
‘Two in the afternoon.’
‘What?’ I sat up, slapped his hand away. ‘Ow!’
‘Anything hurting?’
‘Just sore. And keep your hands to yourself.’ My skin slled clean. ‘Did you give a bath?’
He nodded, kissed my cheek. ‘Let’s have another. This ti with you awake.’
‘Nope.’ I tried to shuffle out of bed but my legs wouldn’t cooperate.
His hands landed on my waist again. ‘Sore? I’ll give it a rub.’
It helped a little. The way his hands stroked, kneaded, and rolled felt like he’d studied massage sowhere.
The pressure soothed so of the tension.
But then his hands strayed, fingers teasing beyond comfort.
I caught his wrist before it wandered any further. ‘I’m starving. Can we eat?’
‘Sure.’ Ashton let go, still grinning.
I shot him a look, shoved the sheets down, and realised I was naked.
I yanked the blanket back over my chest. ‘Can you grab a nightdress or sothing?’
He chuckled under his breath. ‘Yeah.’
He threw the covers off and stood.
I saw everything. Broad shoulders. Muscled thighs.
He strolled to the wardrobe like he wasn’t completely naked, slid the door open, picked through the hangers, then turned and ca back without covering a single inch of himself.
I tried not to stare.
‘Here.’ He stopped at the edge of the bed, holding up one of my silk slips. Arm stretched full length, completely out of reach.
I threw off the duvet and stood, snatched the nightdress out of his hand, and tugged it on without bothering to turn away.
This ti, he stared.
He took a step forward.
I yanked the hem down, jumped off the bed, and announced, ‘I’m getting food.’
My foot landed on a crumpled blouse.
My knee wobbled.
I nearly went face-first into the nightstand.
Ashton reached out fast.
I dodged faster. ‘I’ve got it. Don’t touch .’
One more brush of skin and I knew I’d be back in that bed with him.
‘I’ll have soone bring food up,’ he said. ‘Just eat in here.’
‘Nope. I’m eating downstairs.’
If food showed up in my room, the entire damn household would know I couldn’t walk straight.
I wasn’t giving anyone that satisfaction.
I didn’t care if I had to limp across the marble floor or use my hands.
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