I didn’t need to brace myself for his glide. From the first push inside, he kept syncing until I felt him at the back of my walls. That sensation took my breath away. Still, I didn’t give him a chance to get settled. There was a greediness inside of me, needing the friction of him.
My mouth worked with his, breasts lifted and rolled against his chest. I moved with him, but a little faster. This could have been the last time for a while. I hated it, but wanted to take advantage of every second of this. Out of breath, we didn’t stop our mouths from dancing. Our breaths heavy, mine loud, all against the sounds of the jets of the Jacuzzi and open air.
His mouth moved down my chin to my neck then my nipple without breaking a rhythm in his drilling into me. His mouth ignited an urging in me, making me work harder against him. My mind traveled back to when I was a kid, getting my hair braided. I was tender-headed and it annoyed my mother and my Margaret Maureen. They used to threaten me into silence, sick of my wailing. Since then, I learned to endure pain in silence.
But Ashton’s words of letting him hear what I felt came to mind, and that command was greater than those from my mother and grandmother. I moaned, arching my back, feeling every pleasure he gave. It went on and on, longer than I deserved. But this was Ashton, hard-working and hella focused. Always.
“You’re so good,” he growled just before his lips were on mine again.
Chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, we were in sync. My hands moved across his back, down to his flexing ass. So many moving parts to this one guy, who seemed larger than life to me. I wanted to ask him if this was what he felt like when having sex with Aivery. If this was what love felt like, because it was more than my heart could hold. It was more of a connection than I had with my cousins, more than my mother. The shit I felt in my chest hadn’t been felt since my Margaret Maureen. But I didn’t have the heart to speak my curiosities.
My hips moved fast, thighs opening more. I was coming hard. Pulling my head back, I howled my pleasure into the crisp air. Then Ashton swallowed them with a kiss. So sweetly soothing my twitching body. I lost the rhythm, being attacked by pleasure. Then Ashton hit his climax, his hips suspending over me for seconds long before jerking. His neck raising his upper body as his eyes squeezed.
The shiny gold pendant hung in clear view. Better human. I could feel my chest expand with happiness. Suddenly, fireworks exploded in the sky. Colored sparks of lightning shot all around us. That meant the clock had struck midnight and the New Year had begun. It forced me to kiss Ashton like it was our first time, only I knew how to do it. He’d taught me how to dance with his mouth. My heart hammered in my chest and I felt words spilling without planning them.
“I…” My hands roved busily over his beard, neck, and hard chest. “I like this—you.” I licked my lips, feeling the usual sense of difficulty expressing myself. “I wish…we could—I want to be like this. A lot.” My heart thundered. “Like we are up here.”
Like you and Aivery…
Eyes low, Ashton reached down to lick my nipple, sucked on it lightly, then kissed the center of my chest. “Like this?”
I shook my head and licked my lips again, defeat engulfing me. His heart galloped over me, breath still wild and sexy. “Like…real—”
His phone began chirping. Grunting, Ashton reached down and grabbed it from the ground. I caught his heavy eyes flashing wide when reading the caller’s ID.
“Hey,” he answered, out of breath.
And he was so close that it was impossible for me not to hear her.
“I need you.” Aivery’s voice sounded different. Deeper and with feminine authority.
Ashton’s eyes circled around me, where our bodies met, and he sighed. “Yeah.” He scratched his head. “Give me a minute.”
His lips pecked mine. “Gather your thoughts,” he murmured before pulling out of me gently and leaving me cold on the lounger.
I watched the grooves on his back as he headed inside the cabin.
Cold and alone, my body shivered in painful jealousy I’d never forget.
Chapter Twenty-One
-THEN-
“I don’t feel like going to this two o’clock class,” Teefah