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He retreated a little, then slammed in again, smashing the breath from my lungs. The pace started slow, breathless and torturous as he moved, but took his time kissing up my ankle and calf thrown over his shoulder, his hand planted into the mattress beside my head.
I couldn’t help it. I turned my head to his arm next to me and inhaled the slight metallic scent of tools and motor oil from his hands with the sweetest acidic tinge of the degreaser soap he used that was evidently lemon scented. Hm. My lips opened and I licked his salty skin, right over what looked like maybe an angel’s wing tattooed on his forearm, then clamped my teeth down just enough to be noticeable, but not to hurt.
He noticed alright.
A growl barreled out of his chest and his pace quickened, hips smashing into mine so hard my whole body swayed with the movement, boobs flopping with each thrust.
A breathy gasp left me every time he slammed into me, my lungs expelling air because of how fucking full I felt.
The intensity of the moment was broken by the shrill ring of somebody’s phone. Judging by the generic tone, it was Ash’s.
Good boy though, he ignored it, and so did I.
“Buckle up, buttercup,” he choked out, sinking his ass to the mattress while spreading his knees and pulling my hips further into his lap until he was literally jackhammering into me so hard my teeth rattled.
His thumb rubbed at my clit, and that was it for me.
A screech flew out of my mouth, so unlike me, and I couldn’t hold it back as an unbearable heat throbbed through my body, limb from limb, like I was being torn apart and stitched back together at the same time.
“Oh shit,” he grunted, erratically pounding into me a couple more times before he grunted again and spilled inside me, curled over my belly like it had taken as much out of him as it had me.
We stayed like that, panting and trying to come down from our unbearable high for longer than I really wanted to admit.
That had been the best sex of my life, by a longshot. So Goddamn good I couldn’t even properly process what had exactly happened. I needed a good shower, some cuddle time, and a night of sleep before I would even be able to understand just how fucking incredible this moment really was.
Ash recovered first, because of course he did. The man was a Raider. If he couldn’t continue like nothing had even happened after his fucking spirit left his body, I would be surprised.
He pulled out of me, letting out a little spill of our combined pleasure, then he chuckled and ran his palm over the inside of my thigh.
“I hope you were being serious when you said you liked beard burn,” he murmured, gently fingering the red patch that had a matching partner on my other thigh.
“Love it,” I confirmed, trying to take my leg back so I could press them together and stem the flow from between them.
I didn't want to ruin his mattress.
Funny though, he didn’t let go of my leg. His fingers firmly clamped down on them so I couldn’t move a single inch from the waist down.
Those green eyes of his moved over my skin, starting at my red-painted toes and up my legs, pausing only for a moment on my crotch before glancing over my breasts, then up to meet mine.
“You are—” he seemed to choke on the words, unable to get them out as emotion caught in his throat.
“Pretty?” I asked, hoping.
He snorted.
“Beautiful,” he finally managed. “Sexy, breathtaking, fucking incredible.”
“Keep going,” I encouraged, waving my hand for him to go on.
His lips turned into a smile, but then pain injected his brows, making them dip in concern as his mouth flattened again.
Shit. Was this the part where I left because he wasn’t a cuddly person?
I sat up, pulling my legs back, and he let me this time.
“I can go,” I whispered, not sure what else to say. “If you want me to, I’ll get out of your hair.”
He huffed.
