8. Halo
I’d put off having sex for years because I’d never wanted to get close to anyone. Working at the diner there had been plenty of offers from men. Even a few women had shot their shot but I’d turned them all down.
“When I enter you, it’s going to hurt…”
Ashton hovered above me, drawing one of my legs up around his waist. I could feel his dick, thick and hard pushing against me.
It would just take a few thrusts to be inside of me.
He’d stopped a few minutes before to run and find a condom. Watching him tear the foil off and slide the practically transparent rubber off had put my mind at ease and my body as well.
“Just for a little bit,” I nodded.
“Just relax, Sakura…” Ashton whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
Gently, his hands traced my body, sliding from my hip and up along my calf before easing my leg over his shoulder. I was unsure of what to do with my hands, and they had grabbed onto the sheets.
Slowly, I closed my eyes and waited enjoying the little butterfly kisses he was decorating my chest and neck with. Anticipation seemed to be crackling through the air.
“I’ll stop if you ask me to, okay,” he murmured. “I’ll stop.”
All I could do was moan and clutch the sheets as he lined himself up with my opening. The heat between us had been building and finally, he pushed into me.
An uncomfortable pain, much like a dull throbbing ache started between my legs as Ashton moved in and out of me.
“You’re so fucking tight, Sakura,” he moaned.
Slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth and I knew he was doing what he’d promised me, being gentle.
Still, the pain was there with each thrust causing me to wince and finally, I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Easing my eyes open, I found him staring down at me, his hands holding my face. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”
Shaking my head once more, I noticed that the uncomfortableness was disappearing. That he was moving inside of my body with a lot more ease.
“So tight and so close,” he breathed again.
Ashton began to lose himself in fucking me and I let him. Biting my lip, I ran my hands all over his body, clawing at his back.
His thrust began to pick up speed and I could feel a warming sensation happening between us. There was some sort of intensity blooming inside of me and it was throwing blind white sparks behind my eyes.
“I don’t want” I whispered. “Don’t stop, please…Comingggg!”
Orgasms.
I’d had them before but I’d never had them with a man on top of me. The way my pussy contracted around his throbbing dick had me thinking dirty thoughts. Thoughts like I wish that he’d fucked me raw and unprotected.
Ashton’s climax hit right after mine. He growled out in broken pieces of Japanese that sounded low dangerous. His body shuttered, wracked with vibrations from his orgasm.
As the world slowed down, and sweat beaded along our skin we stared into each other’s eyes our breathing heavy and labored.
“You’ll be sore,” he whispered.
“From what I’ve read, I think it’s to be expected.”
He played with my hair for a few moments before rolling away. I eased up and watched as he padded naked to the guest bathroom. I heard the water turn on and figured he’d gone to take a shower.
I laid back, wondering if I’d ever go back to feeling normal, while my eyes darted along the popcorn ceiling above.
I felt the bed dip and Ashton leaned over me.
“I’ve run you a bath, with a little Epsom salt. Come.”
His words shocked me at how tender he was. I hadn’t expected this from him. Nothing about this evening had been expected.
I followed him to the bathroom and saw that he’d filled the tub with bubble bath and hints of lavender floated in the air.
He stopped at the doorway, his hand on the knob. “Relax for a little while, Sakura. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Once he disappeared leaving me completely alone, I let the sheet I’d dragged with me drop to the floor. The water was hot, the bathroom had turned steamy.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and saw my hair had started to dry and looked frizzier than usual.
Dipping a toe into the water, I found it was the perfect temperature for a sore body. A grin broke out on my face and I touched at my lips thinking about what had just occurred.
You just fucked your husband, I thought.
Sinking into the tub, I lay back and let the hot water envelope my body. I sank as deep as I could until I was under the water.
Things had changed for me, physically and mentally in a matter of moments. I wanted to soak in the tub, under the hot water, and analyze everything that had just happened.
Sakura…
I wanted to analyze what that word meant and decided I’d google it when I had a chance.
Coming up for air, I found Ashton sitting on the toilet with a steaming cup of tea. He’d also gotten dressed, and I remembered where I was. Biting my lip, pulled up the suds trying to cover myself.
He grinned. “Don’t get shy now.”
“I’m…I’m not,” my chin poked out in slight defiance.
He leaned over and handed me the tea which I took a sip of. There was a slight bitter taste followed by sweetness.
“What is this?” I drank more of the hot liquid.
“Japanese cha…or rather Japanese tea,” Ashton shrugged. “It’s my company’s brand of tea.”
I raised an eyebrow, stupidly. “Tea?”
He raised one in return. “Yes, why?”
…its nothing even your criminal husband can do to save you, the words slithered through my brain like a snake through grass.
“Nothing,” I shook my head.
The truth was, I hadn’t asked what Ashton did. I had gone into this marriage blindly knowing that at the end of it, I would have more than enough money to stay hidden.
Except, they’ve found you,I thought.
Ashton took a deep breath and I handed the cup back to him. “I figured you had researched me. Didn’t Ms. May tell you?”
I shook my head, “She didn’t, and I didn’t ask. Should I have?”
He stood then, leaning over me and dropping a kiss into my hair. “You shock me, Halo. Not many people do that.”
Tell him why you stay away from the internet…
Ashton quietly left out of the bathroom, and I slowly sank beneath the suds one more time. The water was starting to cool down. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it must’ve been late.
Once I climbed from the tub, I eased into the guest bedroom and found no signs of anything. The bed had been stripped of the sheets and a robe was on the corner of the bed.
Ashton had taken my virginity, ran me a bath, made me tea, and then disappeared.
I slipped the fluffy robe onto my body, still thinking as if unable to yet turn off my brain. A slow yawn tumbled out of me, and I slowly eased the bedroom door open.
Soft voices carried in hushed tones and where I found Ashton and his head of security speaking.
“What’s going on?” I asked my voice full of sudden worry.
Ashton turned to me, and I noted how stern he looked. His guard nodded to me before pinching his lips.
I didn’t care about his though. I wanted to know why my husband had gone from being so sweet to extremely grumpy.
“It’s nothing,” he snapped quickly. “Go to your room. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Ash…”
He had already turned back around, waiting for me to leave and I had no idea what I could have done.
But I wasn’t going to stick around waiting for him to say anything else.
I made my way up the stairs and to my bedroom. Pulling on an old t-shirt, I fell into bed getting beneath the cozy comforter. Tossing and turning in the dark, I lay there wondering what had made Ashton’s entire attitude change.
I would get my answers the next morning when I awoke to find Ashton’s steely gaze staring down at me.