Page 74 of Pulse
“It didn’t register before, when we came in. Now that it’s dark...”
“There’s too many good memories to let the bad ones stain this place.”
“Right there.” He pointed to the spot on the mat where he’d taken me from behind, the memory of his cock consuming my entire body sending tingles through my nerve endings.
I sighed, clenching my thighs together and Ash stepped into me from behind. He clamped his hands onto my hips and began rubbing his erection against my ass.
“Wanna recreate it?” he asked, fisting his hands into my hair and tugging.
“What about training?” Shut up Ren. “I need to get changed…”
“We’ve got a big day tomorrow Spitfire,” he murmured, his lips grazing against the shell of my ear. “I could use a stress reliever.”
“Fiend.”
He covered my mouth with his, grazing his teeth against my bottom lip, his erection pressing against my ass. Fuck, I’d missed this. I’d missed his uncontrollable lust, his possessive kisses, and his raw passion. I missed it all, but I had it back now. We had it back and I found myself grasping onto him with both hands, never wanting to let go ever again.
I twisted in his arms, running my hands down his back and underneath the hem of his shorts.
“How am I more naked than you?” he asked, his voice rumbling deep in his chest.
Before I could retort, he yanked my T-shirt up over my head, my hair spilling everywhere in a wild mess, then his fingers were fumbling at the clasp of my bra. Reaching behind me, I shoved his hands out of the way. Unhooking the clasp, I let the annoying piece of material fall to the floor.
Ash went straight for my breasts, palming each in his hands. ”Fuck, I love your tits,” he moaned as I pushed my jeans off.
Grabbing his hands in my own, I guided them down across my stomach and he hooked his thumbs through the sides of my knickers and shoved them down roughly.
Leaning over, he hooked his hand around my knee and tugged. I crumpled to the mat, laughter on my lips and Ash covered me with his body, spreading my legs apart with his other hand. He pressed his weight against my clit, his cock rubbing against my skin. He felt like he was burning up, the heat radiating from his body sparking mine into life.
“How do you want it Spitfire?” he murmured, his eyes sparkling in the half-light of the studio.
“Wild and hard with you deep inside me, Maverick.”
He grasped my wrists with his big paw of a hand and wrenched my arms over my head. Crying out, I jutted my breasts against his chest, my nipples aching just as much as my pussy. I couldn’t touch him, but he didn’t leave me wanting.
He began sucking at my neck, teasing with his tongue as his cock rubbed against my clit. Fuck, it was so powerful, raw...demanding… How could something so unbearable feel so fucking good?
“Ash,” I gasped, writhing underneath him.
He pushed inside me, easing into me slowly, his body trembling against mine. It was an effort to go slow when you wanted someone so much it burned you from the inside out. I wanted him to devour me, I wanted it all.
I circled my hips against his, driving him deeper and he moaned loudly into the crook of my neck, his muscles tensing.
“Spitfire,” he gasped, the stubble on his jaw rasping against my shoulder.
I remembered the moment he first entered me, in this exact spot, and how overwhelming it had been then. This time, it was exactly the same. This thing that entwined us together was raw and the realest thing I’d ever felt. I never thought I’d have this life, the one where I loved and was loved just as much in return. I knew how easily all that could be taken away and I was determined not to have it happen again.
“Fuck, so tight…so warm…” Ash pulled back and thrust, slapping hard against my clit.
It wasn’t the rough animal sex we’d had our first time together, it was missionary on the same mat, but it was just as explosive. It was like we were claiming this place back for ourselves after it had been brutally torn away. We were sharing something much more meaningful and deeper in our souls…something that no one could touch but ourselves.
Ash stroked into me again and again, pushing my orgasm to the surface. It swelled and dipped with each thrust, the pressure against my clit keeping me right on the edge. We were together, a team, we came together or not at all.
Heat prickled my skin as I clawed his back and his mouth came over mine, devouring my moans. Our tongues entwined as he thrust, his cock pulsing inside me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling his mouth from mine. “Give it to me Spitfire. Let it go.”
His thrusts became relentless as he pounded into me, the roughness of his movements igniting my orgasm. My body tipped over the edge and the world seemed to explode.
