when I heard his shoes clicking against the tiled floor.
Repositioning myself, I spread my legs wider, tilted my head back against the pillows, and placed my hand between my legs. I wanted to give off the image that I had been at this for more than just a few seconds. I could feel his presence. And I heard his deep, excited breaths as I continued to slowly touch myself.
This was another sign that I’d finally begun to come out of the shell I’d lived in for years, because I never would have attempted this a year ago, even six months ago, but now I felt free. I grew wetter as I continued to torture him. I hadn’t yet looked up to see his expression, but I could only imagine he was as turned on as I was.
The bed dipped, but I continued moving my finger along my clit before slipping it inside.
When his hand joined mine, I moaned and bit down on my lower lip.
“I see you couldn’t wait to get started,” he whispered, and his warm breath caressed my thigh. The anticipation of knowing what he was about to do only heightened my desire. “I’ve never witnessed anything that turned me on more than seeing you sprawled out on my bed pleasuring yourself,” he again whispered, only this time, his breath whisked across my clit, and my thighs tensed as I again waited to feel his mouth against me.
The moment his tongue lightly flicked over my clit, my hips bucked even though I tried to control them. It was as if an involuntary impulse had taken over.
He hummed in appreciation when he sucked it lightly, and my hands fisted his hair.
After an entire evening of longing, I was the raging beast who just needed to be set free. A deep fire burned within my core, and I could no longer hold back. I needed this, God, I needed this more than my next breath.
My body shook with desire, my thighs trembled, and I fisted his hair tighter and held him close. He didn’t fight it, only ate at me like a starving man, giving me what I craved.
And when I exploded and rocked my hips, riding out my orgasm, he gripped them and continued to lick and savor me.
I’d met my match in Ashton.
He didn’t falter when I needed more and didn’t make me feel as if my appetite was over-the- top. He too grew animalistic during intimacy. He gave as good as he got and then some.
My head was still spinning so hard from the way he had just worked me over that I hadn’t noticed he’d shifted position until his bare hips spread me wider, just before he slammed inside me.
I groaned loudly, and he did the same. Our long night of torture had finally come to an end as we took what we needed from one another.
I clawed at his back as he gripped my hips and moved like a wild man, thrusting inside me deep and hard.
We were lost together as our pleasured moans and gasps filled the room.
I had never in my life been worshipped the way Ashton worshipped me. I had never been pleasured to the point of oblivion. This man was chiseling away at every piece of me, breaking down my walls and giving me hope that I could find that true bliss everyone dreams of.
ASHTON
I COULDN’T KEEP FROM SMILING as I exited the limo and walked toward the front entrance of Kiera’s building. I’d spent the entire drive over unable to contain my enjoyment of her obvious reluctance to go to the fundraiser. I’d sat back in my office chair with the phone to my ear, allowing her to go on and on about hating events filled with rich, arrogant assholes who felt they were above everyone else. She was right, but it didn’t help her case any. I’d refused to attend without her and my presence was necessary, so it was a done deal. I wouldn’t allow her to back out.
When she was finished I gave her a few seconds to be sure she didn’t have something else to add before I dropped the bomb.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes, and whatever you are wearing at that time will be what I take you to this event in. You choose if that will be your pajamas or the dress I had delivered.”
I hung up, but not before she began to argue again.
I sat at my desk with a pleased look