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“Shit, I knew I'm fucking good at this, but the only thing I want to have a concussion is your cervix. Stop bashing your head.”
My giggles were back.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing in harder. “Do that again.”
So, of course I did, my laughter causing my pussy to contract around him.
That's when we started slipping.
His feet suddenly slid out from under him, making my leg drop and I stumbled into him again with a shriek. Once we had our balance back, I started to miss the feeling of him inside me. He must've too, because it only took a second for him to hike me into his arms again and thrust back in. It felt incredible, but holy shit it also felt dangerous. He kept slipping and I started reaching for something to balance us. How did people shower-fuck? Seriously we were an orgasm away from smashing our skulls open on the tiles. But oh, what a way to die.
“That's good enough,” I practically begged. “Bed!”
He slipped one more time trying to put me down, and I half wondered if someone had greased the tiles up with sunscreen as my life flashed before my eyes. He caught himself with a hand on the built-in bench, then safely lowered me back to my feet.
“How do people do this shit?” Ash was half-irritated, half-amused.
Once it didn't feel like I was going to die anymore, I found it hilarious.
“Oh, shut up,” he barked with a laugh.
The water was barely starting to get hot when we stepped out, and he immediately picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, our wet skin sliding, but sand-free this time. That's when he threw me to the bed, soaking and all, and fucked me to an inch of my life.
After all was said and done, he was left with the last laugh, and I was totally ok with that.
“Tell me something,” I whispered, curling into his side now that I was satisfied from the inside out.
The sunset was completely gone now and our room was dark. We laid on the hotel bed naked in post-orgasmic bliss.
His hand caressed my back in long, smooth strokes.
“What do you want to know?” he rumbled.
“I don't know. Tell me a story from the Raiders.”
“Most of these are classified.”
“So tell me something that’s not classified. You have to have a story or two you can bend the rules for.”
“I can tell you plenty of shit, but that doesn’t mean I want to share.”
“Nothing?” I hummed, pressing my lips to one firm pec.
He gave an appreciative sigh while shoving one hand behind his head and curling the other around me to pull me closer.
“There was one time when we were in an undisclosed jungle fighting some undisclosed terrorists—”
“Undisclosed, nice,” I joked.
He grinned at me, but kept telling his story.
“Well, Yamin really had to shit.”
Now I laughed.
“So, what do you do?” Ashton shrugged helplessly. “We covered Kiwi’s six and twelve while he dug a hole and did his business.”
“While bullets were flying?” I scoffed.
