He doesn't answer, but the way his eyes light up when I slide my hands up his thighs tells me he remembers.

"Or maybe..." I tease, arching an eyebrow. "You're not such hot stuff anymore. You think you can't fuck me as well anymore?"

Ashford grabs my hips and pulls me back to him, slamming into me so hard I can feel the pulse of him all the way to my toes. "I can still fuck you better than anyone," he breathes.

"Oh yeah?" I tease again. "Prove it to me."

He pulls me back against him once more, getting just as deep as he can before pulling out and thrusting back in.

I can feel my orgasm building and I know it's going to be one of the strongest I've ever had. I close my eyes and let his rhythm take me away.

His hands run up my body as he slams into me over and over again. They don't stop roaming until they wrap around my bouncing breasts. If he can't see them from this angle, he's going to feel them. He squeezes them hard, then pinches my nipples as he pulls out and teases me with my own wetness dripping from his cock.

He always liked finding different, even slightly unusual ways of making me cum. There was something both humiliating and exhilarating about it. I could never fully explain it.

All I know is that as his fingers twist and tease my hard nipples and his long, hard, slick cock slides over my clit in all the most perfect ways...I feel dirty and sexy all at once.

The pleasure starts to build and build, and I'm on the edge of letting go. "I'm close," I breathe."

A fire washes over me and I feel my head spinning. He holds me up, pressing my back against his chest. I expect him to speed up, to push me all the way over the edge. But no. He slows down and goes in deep, smoothing his hands up and down my whole body as he kisses and bites into my neck.

The tenderness of it ices down the flames inside of me, and brings me back to reality. I'm in bed with this man who I once loved. Who I thought loved me too. How could I not think it when he touched me like this?

I can't be stupid enough to fall for it this time. I won't. It may seem so deep and meaningful, but I know better now. Tonight he's with me. Tomorrow he'll be with someone else. He'll say and do all the exact same things. Nothing has changed except that now I know the truth. I'm not falling for his act anymore.

I buck my hips out and pull myself free, returning down to my hands and knees.

"Fuck me like this," I command him. "This is how I want it."

I push forward and back again, sliding him in and out of me before he has a chance to protest. All he can do is moan and dig his fingers into my hips until we're both consumed by the intense, rippling orgasms washing over us. They don't just wash over us. They wash us away completely.

By the time he's finished, I feel so completely lost.

14

Vanessa

"Ifeel like I want to smoke a cigarette," I announce, blinking at the ceiling.

Joshua is next to me in bed. We're both completely naked with the sheets tangled around our limbs here and there. They don't cover anything, but we're keeping our eyes and our hands to ourselves.

"You don't smoke," he replies.

"Yeah, but…after that? I feel like I should."

He rolls over and props himself up against one arm with a proud smile. "That good, huh?"

I shoot him a quick glance then roll in the opposite direction towards the end of the bed, sitting up on the edge of it with my back turned towards him. "No, I just figure while I'm doing things that are bad for me…I might as well add that one to the list too."

He pulls himself closer to me and brushes his fingers across my bare back. "How couldthatreally be so bad for anyone?

Oh, let me count the ways. But no matter how bad it was for me - I loved every second of it. I'm still loving every second of it. But the more I love it, the more I hate myself for it.

I never felt this way with him before. But ever since I found out what kind of man he really is…I knew things could never be the same between us. It all felt so tainted, and by letting him back in -Ifeel tainted.

"This was a mistake," I tell him. "I knew it was going into it. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you to come tonight."

"Come on, Vanessa. Look at me. You sure didn't seem like you thought it was a mistake while we were making love."