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It hits me then that he’s thinking about the night of the gala. It does seem like that was a long time ago, even though it really wasn’t in the grand scheme of things.
That was the first time we fucked, and he’s probably thinking about how I was using it to try to drive him away. It’s like he’s trying to erase that, to overwrite that moment with this one.
I know we’ll have to get back to the party soon, but the need for Ash rises as strongly in me as his own need seems to be. There’s also something in me that wants to show him things are different now. That I’ll never hurt him like that again.
That things are not the same as they were back then at the gala.
I grab the front of his suit and drag him in closer so I can seal my mouth over his in an almost desperate kiss. I kiss him like I’m drowning and he’s the only thing that can give me air. Or like I want to drown in him, chasing the pleasure of his mouth on mine and sliding our tongues together.
Ash grabs on to me, his fingers digging into my skin through the fabric of my dress. I can feel his heart beating fast and the heat of his body through both layers of clothes.
My body hums in response, that need building and building.
If we had the time, I’d strip him out of that suit and kiss him everywhere, but the clock is ticking. We don’t have more than a couple minutes to spare, so we need to make every damn one of them count.
His hands clutch at my body, and he turns me around to face the shelves. I brace myself against them, putting my hands up. Ash presses in tight against my ass, and I can feel how hard he is.
“Fuck,” I groan, already pushing back against him because I want him so bad. My pussy is throbbing, soaking through the panties I put on this evening.
I can’t see Ash’s smug grin, but I can hear it in his voice as he grabs my ass. “You’re so perfect like this,” he says, sounding breathless himself. “So worked up for me in your fancy dress. I love that.”
“We don’t have time for compliments,” I pant back, glancing at him over my shoulder.
He just grins wider and starts gathering the fabric of my dress, hiking the long skirt of it up and over my hips. “There’s always time for me to tell you how fucking beautiful you are,” he shoots back.
He drags my panties down, letting them settle around my ankles. “And how much I want to fuck you. How I want to hear you scream my name and know that I’m the one making you feel so damn good.”
While he talks, he undoes his pants and gets his cock out, making good use of the time. I can feel it when he rubs the head against the slick lips of my pussy, and I moan, spreading my legs for him.
“It’s like you’re made for this,” he groans softly, letting the head breach my hole and then shoving the rest of it in. There’s no time to go slow, no time to savor how good it feels.
Once he’s balls deep inside me, I start squirming, desperate for more, and Ash draws back and then slams into me hard, setting a furious pace.
He rocks me forward, pressing me further against the shelves. His hands dig into my hips, holding on tightly as he plows into me. I can hear how wet I am, the sound of his cock slamming through the soaked mess of my pussy. It echoes over our harsh breathing and the groans and grunts we let out as we fuck.
“Just like that,” Ash pants.
I can feel his hot breath on my neck, and he tucks himself in tighter against me, grinding his cock in further, forcing me to feel everything.
“Ash,” I moan, and it sounds desperate and needy, but I don’t even care.
“Fucking perfect,” he gasps out. “You feel so goddamn good.” Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust, rocking me up onto the balls of my feet as I take it.
My pussy is spasming, going tight around his cock like it’s already ready to milk him of everything he has. It just feels so fucking good. Heat and pleasure curl through me, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Every time he slams into me, it’s with the slap of skin on skin, and I can feel my body rushing toward a climax already.
“Tell me,” Ash breathes in a low voice. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you want this. That you want me.”
“I want it,” I practically wail, thrusting my hips back to meet him halfway into the next thrust. “I’m yours—fuck! I want you, Ash, please.”
“There you go,” he praises. “You’re so damn sexy when you beg. This is so good, isn’t it? What we have?”
I nod eagerly, pushed toward honesty by the tidal wave of sensation crashing through me as he fucks me wildly, like he’s out of control.
My heart is galloping in my chest, and our pace turns almost frantic as we move together. I meet him with every thrust, working my hips back as he pistons his hips forward. We meet in the middle again and again, and his voice takes on a strained quality as he keeps praising me, telling me how good I am and how good this feels.
“Ash—” I choke out. “I’m close— I need—”
I can barely string together a full sentence. The pleasure is just growing, cutting off the part of my brain that knows how to make words come out and replacing it with the need to come undone for Ash.
