Page 60 of Pulse
Chapter 19
Ren
Waking up next to Ash Fuller sent me into a totaltail spin.
I’d done it so many times, but this was the first since we were together back at Beat. And it was the first since we’d told each other how we truly felt.
I’d woken tangled against him and once I would’ve felt stifled by his bulk, but now I only wanted to hold him tighter. I forgave him for leaving and I loved him. It was the one thing I knew with absolute certainty. I loved Ash Fuller.
He shifted next to me as if he sensed I was awake and tightened his grasp.
“Hey.” His voice was all sexy and husky from sleep and I glanced up at him.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Breakfast in bed?” he asked.
“If we do that, then there’s no way you’ll ever get me to leave.”
He cupped my ass in his big hand. “Sounds fuckin’ good to me.”
Smiling, I said, “Let’s have a shower and go downstairs.”
“You’re mean,” he complained, but his eyes brightened as he thought about something that was obviously very wicked. Sitting upright, he pulled me into his lap and bounded out of bed.
“Ash!” I squealed as he strode into the bathroom.
Setting me on my feet, he turned on the shower and declared, “Shower sex.”
“You’re a fiend,” I murmured as he backed me into the warm water.
“You want it.” He covered my mouth with his; kissing any comeback I could’ve thought of right off the tip of my tongue.
Tearing my lips away, I said, “Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Good.”
Caressing a hand over my breast, he pressed me back into the tiled wall of the shower, melding his body against mine. I gasped as his already hard cock pressed against my stomach and he took full advantage, covering my parted lips with his own. His tongue twisted with mine, devouring with a hunger that couldn’t seem to be sated. More, I just wanted more...
I trailed my hands down his back and grabbed his ass, digging my fingernails into his skin. In one swift movement, he hooked his hands underneath my ass and lifted me up, positioning me over his cock. I clamped my legs around his waist, beginning to ache as he pressed the head against my opening.
“Ash,” I sighed.
His gaze fixed on mine as he succumbed to his desire and slid into me, filling me to almost unbearable levels. He swirled his hips grinding against my clit, driving deeper and I moaned, unable to hold on anymore. It hadn’t taken much to make my release simmer after last night’s sex marathon.
“I can’t hold on,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you Spitfire,” Ash muttered and pulled out all the way to the tip of his cock. “I won’t stop.”
He thrust into me and out again, setting up a rhythm that had me crying out for more.
“Fuck,” he moaned as his lips settled against the crook of my neck and sucked.
