She bites her bottom lip. “I'm on birth control,” she says, sounding unsure. “So, I'm fine without a condom if you are.”
I smile slowly. “I'm good with that.”
She returns my smile, and I start to move against her, savoring the feeling of nothing between us.
“You feel incredible, Ash,” I murmur, my voice rough with need.
Heat coils low in my stomach as I move with deep, deliberate strokes, wanting to make this moment last forever. There’s something mesmerising about the way we fit together and the way she clings to me. I never want it to end. But as my rhythm grows more urgent, my body tensing with the inevitable, I know I’m close, and I need her right there with me.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. I want to watch you come again,”I murmur against her ear.
She stills, her breath hitching.“What?”she whispers.
“I want to see you touch yourself,”I say again, my voice thick with desire.
Her gaze drops, her cheeks flushing.“I’ve never done that in front of anyone before,”she admits shyly.
I pause, lifting her chin with gentle fingers until her eyes meet mine.“There’s no pressure, baby. Only if you want to.”
She hesitates for only a moment before nodding.“I want to…”
I smile, brushing my lips over hers.“Just do what feels good, Ash.”
Taking her hand, I guide it between us, pressing her fingers to her clit and circling with her until she catches the rhythm. A soft moan slips from her lips, her head falling back as her body reacts to her touch. Slowly, I pull my hand away, watching as she takes over, lost in the pleasure building between us.
“God, that’s sexy,” I murmur against her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her damp skin before grazing my teeth over it. She shivers beneath my touch, her breath hitching.
“Ben, please,” she whispers, her voice laced with urgency.
I smile against her skin, savoring the way she melts into me. Slowly, I move, each thrust deep and deliberate, her fingers brushing against me as she circles her clit. The sensation is overwhelming, sending a rush of heat through me.
Her breathing turns uneven, tiny whimpers escaping her lips, and I know she’s right on the edge. So am I. I grip her tighter, feeling the tension coil between us.
“I can feel you, Ash,” I rasp, my lips grazing her ear. “Let go for me.”
With a sharp gasp, she unravels, trembling in my arms as waves of pleasure roll through her. The way she comes apart beneath me pulls me under too, my release crashing over me as I bury my face in her neck.
For a moment, we just hold each other, our breathing heavy and our bodies still entwined. The water continues to pour over us, but all I can feel is her, and I never want to let go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Ashlyn
My heart pounds as Ben gently lowers my trembling legs to the ground. He keeps his arm wrapped securely around my waist, and I’m grateful, uncertain if my legs would hold me up on their own.
He leads me to the edge of the walk-in shower, reaching for a towel from the vanity.
“Let’s dry off and get to bed,” he murmurs, wrapping a soft, fluffy towel around me before grabbing one for himself. We step into the bedroom, the warmth of the shower lingering on my skin.
After drying off, I sit on the edge of the bed, naked, braiding my damp hair down my back. I can feel Ben’s gaze on me, and the anticipation of curling up in his arms makes my heart flutter.
When I finish, I stand, and Ben pulls back the comforter, opening his arms.
“Come here, baby.”
Smiling, I slip into bed, pressing my body against his. He tugs the comforter over us, then wraps me in his embrace.
He exhales a contented sigh and presses a soft kiss to my head. A deep warmth settles in my chest. I haven’t felt this happy in a long time.
