Chapter Thirty-Three
Annie
Aston grips my hips and lifts me, tossing me further onto the bed with ease. I squeal, laughing at his strength. Clearly, he’s still been working out.
He straightens, unfastens his jeans, letting them drop. His boxer briefs follow, his hard cock springing free. My gaze drops instantly, heat pooling low as he wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly.
My breath catches.
I don’t know why it’s so damn sexy… but it is.
He bends, pulls his wallet from his jeans, flips it open, and takes out a condom. He tears the packet with his teeth, rolling it on with practiced precision.
“Get your fine arse over here,” I say, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.
He smirks, climbing onto the bed over me. “You only want me for my fine arse?”
I nod without hesitation.
“Oh, really?”
“Mm-hmm.”
His expression shifts, something darker flickering in his eyes. “Careful what you ask for.”
He lowers himself over me, capturing my wrists and pinning them above my head in one smooth movement. Not rough, it’s controlled and intentional.
I hold his gaze, smiling.
He leans down, kissing me firmly, taking his time. My lips part instantly, my eyes closing as I sink into him, into the familiarity of his touch. His body presses against mine, solid and warm, grounding me. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist, drawing him closer where I need him most.
Aston shifts his hips, grinding slowly, deliberately, and we both groan.
“I want you, Aston,” I whisper against his mouth.
He pulls back slightly, searching my face. “You sure? I don’t want you panicking on me again.”
I nod without hesitation. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure. I need you.”
His gaze softens, but that control is still there. “Tell me you love me.”
I meet his eyes, steady. “I love you, Aston Soulding. Completely. I’m not running. Not from you. Not ever again.”
Something in him settles.
“Good,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over mine. “That’s all I needed.” He kisses my nose, then shifts his hips, guiding himself into place.
I inhale sharply as he slowly pushes inside me. The stretch makes me gasp as my body adjusts to the fullness of him.
He groans low in his throat when he sinks in completely. “Fuck… Annie, you feel incredible.”
I grip his back, grounding myself as he begins to move. Slow at first, deep and measured.
And I match him instinctively.
The rhythm builds, steady and consuming. Every movement pulls a reaction from me, every shift of his hips sending heat spiraling through my core. Aston drags his mouth along my jaw, down my neck, teeth grazing, lips soothing.
It’s overwhelming in the best way.
Everything feels sharper this time.
Stronger.
My nails press into his back as I pull him closer, needing every inch of him. He responds instantly, increasing his pace just enough to make my breath hitch.
The connection between us is undeniable.
Familiar… but somehow deeper.
He knows exactly where to move, how to angle, how to make my body respond.
I feel it building again, that tight coil low in my stomach.
Aston finds my mouth, kissing me harder now, both of us chasing the same thing.
“I’m close,” I breathe.
His pace shifts, faster, deeper, more demanding. My body reacts instantly, arching into him as the pressure climbs.
“Come for me,” he murmurs against my lips.
My body tightens, my breathing hitches, white spots flash behind my eyes.
Every inch of me flames in an insatiable heat, like I am on fire, but the burn only makes the pleasure more intoxicating.
The intensity ripples through me like a damn hurricane.
“Fuck, Ast!” I scream louder than I mean to, knowing there are people in the house, but I can’t contain it.
My climax slams into me full force like a freight train.
Goose bumps pebble across my skin, my breath is knocked completely from me as I shatter beneath him, the release ripping through me as I cling to him.
I’m barely coming down when he leans into my ear. “Relax,” he mutters, his voice tight. “Or I’m done… and I’m not finished with you yet.”
I force a breath, easing the tension in my body as he slows and regains control. “Do you trust me?” he asks.
“With everything.”
That’s all he needs.
He pulls out, lifting my legs and positioning them over his shoulders. My brows knit together in confusion.
“You said you trusted me,” he reminds me.
“I do… but this feels like a setup,” I tease.
He smirks, gripping my hips, lifting me slightly. “Stay with me.” Then he lines himself up and pulls me back onto him.
I gasp.
The angle…
It’s deeper, sharper, completely different.
Aston leans forward, folding me further, controlling the pace. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not,” I breathe. “It’s… insane.”
That flicker of satisfaction crosses his face. “Good.”
He starts moving again. This time, there’s nothing slow about it. His thrusts are harder, faster, and more controlled. Every movement hits deeper than before, pulling sounds from me I can’t hold back.
The rhythm shifts from soft to demanding, and I feel it everywhere.
My hands grip the sheets as my body reacts, overwhelmed by the intensity.
It’s different now.
Less gentle.
More consuming.
And I’m right there with him.
The sounds between us grow louder, breath, movement, the sharp rhythm of bodies meeting, and for a second, I think about who might hear.
Then I don’t care.
All I want is this.
Him.
Right here, right now.
His breathing shifts, deeper now, rougher. Suddenly he’s pulling out, sitting back as he lowers my legs from his shoulders.
I suck in a breath, chest rising and falling fast.
Before I can fully process it, he grips my waist and turns me over. I laugh softly as I flop onto the mattress, then move with him as he guides me up onto all fours.
A flicker of nerves hits as I glance back.
He taps my arse lightly.
I gasp.
“Trust me, Annie,” he says, steady and sure.
I exhale, letting the tension leave my body, and he pulls my hips back and thrusts into me again. The angle changes everything.
It’s not as deep as before, but it hits differently, sharper, more focused. My breath catches as I adjust, then I move with him, finding the rhythm quickly.
It feels incredible.
A moan slips out before I can stop it.
Aston’s hand slides from my hip, moving around to the front, pressing firmly against my clit. My head falls back, a gasp tearing from me as sensation spikes through my body.
“Yeah… that’s it,” he murmurs, voice low, almost rough. “I love that sound.” He leans down, brushing a kiss along my back before picking up the pace again.
The contrast gets me every time. How he can be completely in control, then soften it with something gentle.
His thrusts grow stronger, more consistent. My thoughts start slipping, focus narrowing to nothing but the feeling of him moving inside me.
His hand works over my clit with purpose now, pressure building fast.
Too fast.
The buzz starts again, low and sharp, spreading through me. I try to hold onto it, to stretch it out, but my body’s already responding.
His grip tightens on my hip. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he grits out.
The pressure builds higher.
I arch my back, struggling to keep myself upright as everything starts to tighten. My breath comes out uneven, my body trembling under the intensity, but he doesn’t let up.
His pace turns relentless, each thrust driving deeper into the rhythm he’s set.
My eyes squeeze shut…
And then I’m gone.
The release hits hard, my body vibrating through the pleasure.
“Holy shit!” I moan as my fingers grip into the bedsheets, my knuckles turning white.
My breath catches as the climax rips through me, my body shaking with it.
It hits so hard I almost fall forward onto the bed, but he keeps hold of me, helping me ride through the storm as it hits.
At the same time, he groans behind me, his movement faltering, his body jerking against mine as he groans the most delicious sound.
“Fuck, Annie!” he mumbles almost incoherently.
His finger against my clit stalls as his cock thrusts deep inside me one last time when he comes too, his body pressing into mine as the tension breaks and I feel him unload inside the condom inside me.
We both collapse onto the bed, completely spent.
For a moment, all I can hear is our breathing.
He shifts slightly, pulling out of me, then he brushes my hair from my face, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “So… how’s that for different?” he asks, still catching his breath.
I laugh softly, wiping the sweat from my brow. “That, Aston Soulding, was the best kind of different I’ve ever had.”
He chuckles, rolling onto his back and pulling me with him. I settle against his chest, my head resting just under his chin as we both come down from the high.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” I admit quietly.
He runs his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear before kissing the top of my head. “Lennox… it’s like that because it’s you,” he says softly. “It doesn’t get better than this.”
His words land… but so does the thought that follows.
Amber.
I shift slightly, looking up at him. “Was she really good?”
He tenses.
“Lennox…” he starts, shaking his head. “You don’t need to go there.”
“But was she better than me?” I press. “She had more experience, right?”
His hands come up, holding my face gently but firmly, making me meet his eyes. “Hey. Stop.” His tone is calm, but there’s no room to argue. “I’m with you. I want you. What we just had? That’s real. That’s ours. Don’t drag her into this.”
I exhale, the tension easing slightly. “Sorry, just my jealousy talking.”
His expression softens again. “I love you, baby. What we just shared… that’s every-damn-thing. I don’t want that with anyone else.”
My chest warms at his words.
“Can we do it again?” I ask, a small smile tugging at my lips.
He huffs out a quiet laugh. “I wasn’t finished with you yet.”
I shift off him, reaching for his wallet.
“And this time,” he adds, eyes dark with intent. “You’re on top.”
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