Page 57 of Pulse
He nodded, his gaze flickering down to my lips and then back up into my eyes.
“Horny.”
His lips curled into a smile and he fisted a hand into the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging my head back.
“What do you feel, Spitfire?” he murmured, trailing his lips along my neck. The light caress sent shivers down my spine and my body began to ache a million times worse.
“Love,” I whispered, staring into his eyes. “We fit. Our messy, broken edges fit.”
He sighed, his grip tightening in my hair. “I never want to let you go again.”
“You better not.”
Before I could take a breath, his lips were against mine, his tongue plunging greedily into my mouth. I moaned into him, heat beginning to spark between my legs and I slid my hands down the back of his shorts, grabbing his ass. It was a clear signal that I wanted him in every way I could.
His hand left my hair and trailed down my back, leaving a path of fire in his wake. He tugged at my sports bra, pulling it up over my head, tearing our lips apart. My skin prickled as cool air caressed my skin and I whimpered as he reached out for me.
Palming my breasts, he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“I missed this,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I missed touching you.”
Fuck, he said the right things when it came down to getting me into bed, but that was the thing...he didn’t need to say anything. His touch was more than enough and the memories it was sparking had me wet before he’d even delved below my navel.
“I want you,” I whispered, pressing my body into his and coaxing him back toward the bed.
He turned me around and before I knew it, I was hitting the mattress with a hot as hell fighter on top of me.
“You can have me,” he growled before sealing his lips around my left nipple and sucking.
It’d been so long sinceAsh’dtouched me like this, but even though my mind had forgotten, my body hadn’t in the slightest and it exploded at his touch. His warm, wet mouth ignited a trail across my breasts and down my stomach where his hands pulled down my shorts and underwear, stripping me bare.
His knees were on the floor, his hands hooked around my knees and he pushed me forward across the mattress, opening me up to him. His green eyes flashed with longing and he paused like he wasn’t sure what to do next.
“Taste me,” I murmured, clamping my hands over my breasts.
His lips curved into a wicked smile and he pushed my knees up and open. My back arched as his tongue rasped the length of my pussy and I gasped as teeth grazed over my clit.
“Fuck, Spitfire,” he moaned, the vibration of his voice adding to the pleasure. “You taste so fuckin’ good…”
He pressed a finger inside me, exploring and stretching, before adding another. He stroked me, setting up a rhythm and hitting all the places he knew would elicit the most pleasure. He remembered…after all this time, he remembered...
I rolled my hips, grinding against his hand as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked on my clit, and fisted my hands into his hair. Everything that had gone wrong between us, all the secrets that had been laid bare, nothing had prepared me for the moment he’d told me his true feelings. Nothing had prepared me for the desire his long awaited touch would bring.
He tore his mouth away and pumped his fingers, arching over me so his palm massaged my clit. He watched me as I writhed underneath him, he watched me take pleasure from his hand and just as I was about to reach the edge, he pulled his fingers away.
I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, so close yet so far from the release I burned for. Ash picked me up and let me fall farther up the mattress, pressing his weight over me, his erection rubbing hot and hard against my thigh.
“Hold on, Spitfire,” he moaned, shifting so the head of his cock pushed against my opening. “I want to come with you. I want-”
He pushed into me, filling, stretching, and claiming me. We’d done this so many times before, but this time was different. This time he’d said he loved me.
I angled my hips upward as he circled his, driving his cock deeper, easing his full length inside me. His entire body shivered against mine and I clutched his ass, holding him firm.
Teeth grazed my neck. “So fuckin’ deep…”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I moved against him, gasping at the spike of pleasure that shot through my clit. He moved back, his cock leaving me and then he pressed forward, filling me again. Pleasure burned through my body and I moaned, digging my fingernails into his back.
“I can’t be gentle,” he said through a heavy breath.
