Page 181 of Fame & Rhythm

The rhythm shifts from soft to demanding, and I feel it everywhere.

My hands grip the sheets as my body reacts, overwhelmed by the intensity.

It’s different now.

Less gentle.

More consuming.

And I’m right there with him.

The sounds between us grow louder, breath, movement, the sharp rhythm of bodies meeting, and for a second, I think about who might hear.

Then I don’t care.

All I want is this.

Him.

Right here, right now.

His breathing shifts, deeper now, rougher. Suddenly he’s pulling out, sitting back as he lowers my legs from his shoulders.

I suck in a breath, chest rising and falling fast.

Before I can fully process it, he grips my waist and turns me over. I laugh softly as I flop onto the mattress, then move with him as he guides me up onto all fours.

A flicker of nerves hits as I glance back.

He taps my arse lightly.

I gasp.

“Trust me, Annie,” he says, steady and sure.

I exhale, letting the tension leave my body, and he pulls my hips back and thrusts into me again. The angle changes everything.

It’s not as deep as before, but it hits differently, sharper, more focused. My breath catches as I adjust, then I move with him, finding the rhythm quickly.

It feels incredible.

A moan slips out before I can stop it.

Aston’s hand slides from my hip, moving around to the front, pressing firmly against my clit. My head falls back, a gasp tearing from me as sensation spikes through my body.

“Yeah… that’s it,” he murmurs, voice low, almost rough. “I love that sound.” He leans down, brushing a kiss along my back before picking up the pace again.

The contrast gets me every time. How he can be completely in control, then soften it with something gentle.

His thrusts grow stronger, more consistent. My thoughts start slipping, focus narrowing to nothing but the feeling of him moving inside me.

His hand works over my clit with purpose now, pressure building fast.

Too fast.

The buzz starts again, low and sharp, spreading through me. I try to hold onto it, to stretch it out, but my body’s already responding.

His grip tightens on my hip. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he grits out.