16. Ashley #3
Not just this, but him. The way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The way he always seemed to see straight through every wall she ever built. The way he made her feel like the only person in the room.
He stopped at the edge of the bed, his gaze roaming over her as if it were fire, leaving a path of heat in its wake. His eyes locked on hers, as if he found something he’d spent years searching for.
His knee parted her legs, and his hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before capturing her lips and rendering her thoughtless. All she could focus on was the way his mouth moved on hers, how his hands roamed lower and lower until they dipped beneath the red lace.
She gasped against his lips as his finger slid through her folds and thrust into her moist heat. His head dipped, taking her nipple between his teeth. Her body arched at the tiny spark of pain, but quickly melted with the swirl of his tongue around the hardened bead.
His thumb circled her swollen nub, her body arching again just as his mouth came back to hers. She moaned at the contact, at the million sensations coursing through her.
The weight of his cock pressed into her leg as his fingers worked in and out, pushing her toward the edge. He’d already given her a release. Through the haze, she wrapped her fingers around his length and stroked him in sync with his pace.
“Ash,” he groaned out her nickname. His mouth covered hers as they worked each other with relentless strokes. High squeak noises sprang from her throat as she moved closer and closer to pure bliss. She didn’t want to come, not without him inside her.
“I need you,” she said, tightening her hold on his cock. “Please.”
He went to move, and she squeezed harder. “Where are you going?”
“To get a condom.”
She shook her head. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean. I haven’t been with many—”
“Me neither, and same.”
Relief flooded through her. She never expected him to be a saint, but she had no idea if he was choosing a different woman every night to warm his bed.
“Then don’t make me wait any longer.” She guided him toward her wetness; he hovered over her, arms pressed on either side of her head, holding him up.
The head of his cock swiped through her folds before he thrust deep. A cry ripped from her lips as he moaned into her neck.
For years she’d imagined what it would be like if they ever found their way back to each other. She imagined apologies, arguments, explanations, but this heat that still burned so damn hot between them. She’d hoped, but she never imagined how bright it would be.
He shifted onto his back, taking her in one fell swoop to sit atop him. Her breasts bounced as she rocked on his cock, taking him deeper. His fingers curled into her hips, guiding her with each thrust. Her neck arched, long hair swaying across his thighs as she absorbed every sensation.
His thumb found her clit, rubbing circles over the engorged nub. Pleasure erupted inside her, spreading out like vines, curling around her insides and dragging her into ecstasy. She greedily pressed down until he was balls-deep. Sparks and zings erupted inside her as she ground against him.
“Fuck,” he barked as he sat up, taking her with him and draping his legs over the side of the bed. His hands thrust into her hair, tangling in the long strands, and holding her head as his forehead rested on hers. He pumped into her as she continued to grind on him.
Their motions synced, creating a dance of give and take that she never wanted to end.
Wet heat slicked their bodies, breaths mingled as their eyes lowered, watching his glistening cock slide in and out of her.
His hand cupped her face, their chests rising and falling as if one.
He kissed her gently, their bodies slowing with the passionate movement of their lips.
His hand tightened on the back of her head, their foreheads resting against each other before his hands landed on her hips and he stood, slamming into her. She wrapped her hands around his neck, only able to hold on as he continued his delicious assault.
Pleasure built, but she wasn’t ready to fall over the edge. She dug her nails into his shoulder blades, holding tight and absorbing every thrust. She teetered on the edge, her body one spark away from exploding. He spun, placing her on the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged deep.
She cried out, a wave of pleasure slamming into her so hard and fast, she couldn’t hold on. White lights flashed behind her eyes, a tremor wracked her body to near convulsions as he continued his pace before thrusting one last time and collapsing beside her on the bed.
She sucked in a breath, desperately trying to get air into her lungs. Her eyes fluttered open, and Carter’s head turned toward her, his blue eyes radiating with something she could only decipher as love. He didn’t say it—he didn’t need to. He only hoped he could see the same in her eyes.
It didn’t matter how many years were between them; she was in love with Carter Reeves, and this time, she wasn’t going to let either of them walk away.