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“Yes, I won’t need you to, though,” he assures me.
I get it. I wouldn’t have had him stop when he was pushing inside of me the first time, either.
“I’ll make this good for you, baby,” I vow, as I breech the tight ring of muscle and slip into his hot, velvety hole.
“Oh, shit! Yes,” he groans. “Fill me up, fill me the fuck up. Come on, I can take more.”
I stop, almost fully in him, leaning around to see his face. “I’m a bossy bottom, not you. You’ll get what you need from me, baby, I promise.”
I’m slow in my movements, and I work my cock inside of him, pull it back, almost out, only to slowly push it back in. Every moan he makes I burn to my memory, only to repeat the movement again.
“Oh, fuck, you feel amazing, Ash. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me harder!”
I give into his demand and speed up my motions. With each push and thrust, I’m letting go of my doubt and fear from my past. Nothing is further from the truth when it comes to Noah. Need and desire spark inside of me, and I can’t contain my longing for him.
I buck in and out of his tight hole, his screams offuck me harderplaying out in a loop in my mind. He slams his ass back into my hips with each thrust inside of him. My hands hold onto his hips as we find a rhythm with one another. The degree to which he’s responding to me only speeds my own arousal. My body still craves the sensation of his skin against mine. I can’t slow down, but I can’t give in. No, this will ride out as long as my orgasm builds. And I hope it builds for a long fucking time.
“Fuck me, Ashton. Stay inside of me. Don’t pull out. Make me cum.”
His words are labored, but he can speak, whereas I have no words at all. All my strength is consumed by holding onto him and thrusting as far inside as I can get. My own breathing is labored, too. I stop, holding onto him as he holds onto the wall.
I can only delay the inevitable for a few more seconds, and when my desire builds inside of me, and I begin pushing in and out, never leaving him, an ache of need and release flickers inside like a switch, and I don’t hold back. The orgasm comes on long and strong, and my hips slam into his, faltering in rhythm but increasing in intensity.
“Fuck! That—Oh, fuck. I’m coming.” His praises are what I need to stay on my feet a few moments longer. When our orgasms ride through us, we both melt to the floor, still holding onto one another. And we stay this way until the hot water turns cold.
* * *
Once we findthe strength to leave the shower, we lazily towel each other off. He disappears for barely a heartbeat, returning with clothes for the both of us. “Here, I thought gym shorts would work.” He hands me a pair of boxers and a black T-shirt, too.
“Did a fairy appear with clothes for us?” I tease.
He opens the door he disappeared through, and my jaw drops. “This is my walk-in closet. I can access it from the hall or the bathroom.”
This closet would make any woman drool, and it’s as big as my bedroom.
“So, your closet is basically a genie, then, granting your wishes,” I tease. “Fuck, I’ve got to see the rest of this place.”
He tugs me close to his body, with us both dressed. “Let me fix us breakfast. You can snoop around, and afterward, I need a fucking nap. That was not only the best fucking sex of my life, but you drained everything from me. I’m not sure I have enough fluid left in me to make spit.”
Walking toward the door, I wink at him. “Ditto.” He tries to grab me, but I’m too fast.
I’ve only seen a small sitting room off the sliding front door, and a hallway of sorts that sits behind several levels of his loft. Exiting the bathroom, there are rounded steps with a steel banister leading to other parts of his home. There’s an open space tucked behind the first and second level that’s open and empty. It has to be at least another eight hundred square feet. I wonder what he’ll do with that?
I ascend the stairs, and my jaw drops. The first thing that catches my attention are the large industrial windows on the far wall across from where his front sliding door sits. Another level is in front of me, where it’s obviously his workspace. On the other side of his art studio is his bedroom—and it’s on the second level. There’s no privacy from the rest of the space, no walls that make it a room, but a king-size bed sits to the side, with a dresser, and two nightstands. The same railings that are used on the steps line the edge of the platform, preventing anyone from falling the five to six feet to the main floor.
The studio is a circular space in front of the windows. There’s easily a thousand square feet on this level. He’s neat and tidy, but the drops of dried paint on the floor let you know an artist lives here. Unfinished pieces sit on easels, providing a way to showcase his talents, even if the pieces aren’t done. There are two sets of steps that lead to and from his studio, and I take the other set. It’s only five steps, but his studio is definitely its own space. There’s a desk on the second level, and a small loveseat to the side, making it his home office.
Everything is adorned in rich browns and airy beiges, a neutral palette that brings in the brightness from the outdoors. The railings continue through the entire second floor, and I see two more sets of steps leading to the front of the apartment. A kitchen separates the living room, where Noah took me over his couch, and the gaming room with a pool table nearest the windows.
“Hey, you,” Noah calls for me, while I sneak a peek into the kitchen from the second level.
“Yeah, you’re right. The video tour didn’t do your place justice. This is fucking awesome. But tell me, what are you going to do with all that open space behind your studio?”
“The loft is so big, almost five thousand square feet. It was empty when I bought it. I designed everything you see, and had a contractor come in and make my dream a reality. I didn’t know what to do with that space. It was his idea to keep it open. Because there are windows on the side, I can eventually make it into bedrooms, if it so happens I need them.”
“Like a family?” I ask.
“Yeah, exactly like a family,” he answers. “Now that you’ve seen everything, get your cute little ass down here and watch me cook you breakfast.”
