her stomach telling her that he’s as ready as she is.
She starts kissing his jawline, feeling the bristles of his stubble, rubbing her skin. It’s the thin line between pleasure and pain that she so desperately needs and yearns for. She moves her lips down his neck, sucking, licking, and biting. She runs her fingers over his chest, rubbing his nipples so that they go hard under her touch. Her pussy does somersaults as she thinks about making all of him hard.
But there’s something she wants to know, something she wants to hear from him. She looks up, and he wipes the wet hair away from her face. “Why did you come here?”
He looks quizzically at her. “Do you wish that I hadn’t?”
She shakes her head without even having to think about it. “That’s not what I said.” She stares at him, waiting for a response, the water cascading over them.
“I needed to see you.” Ashton reaches down and brings her face close to his, kissing her like a drowning man desperate for air, clinging on to the only thing that will keep him alive.
“Why?” Sofie says against his mouth.
“Jesus, running girl. Do you ever not ask questions?” Ashton looks up at the ceiling in mock despair.
“Do you ever not avoid answering them?” Sofie stands her ground, not backing down, no matter how much she wants to just be with him and be one with him.
Ashton looks at the firm set of her jaw and traces a line along it—from her ear, down her jawline, down her neck, down her collar-bone until he reaches the tops of her breasts. His touch is feather-soft as he strokes her puckered nipples, and she shivers underneath him. Her pussy is already creaming for him, ready for him to take her however he wants to. However, she wants an answer, no matter how much self-control it takes to stop her from jumping him in the meantime.
“Why did I come here?” Ashton asks the question slowly, lazily, in that sexy way that is all his own. “I came here because I hate that you left when we were fighting. Because I needed to see you. Because I needed to be with you. I needed this,” he kisses her soft mouth, “and this,” he squeezes her nipples between thumb and forefinger, making her gasp, and this,” his hand moves down, cupping her pussy, feeling the heat coming from her. “I needed you . I couldn’t stay away.”
That’s all she gives him time to say before she closes his mouth in a kiss, desperate for him and so turned on she can’t even think straight. Although he didn’t quite say the words she wants to hear, it’s close enough. She can’t ask any more from him, not when she’s only willing to give so much in return.
They kiss as if their lives depended on it. They can’t get enough of each other, not even close. His arms snake around her waist, pulling her even tighter to him. She reaches between them and pumps his shaft in her hands and is rewarded by the groan that Ashton lets out as she squeezes his hard cock.
Ashton backs her against the cold, tile wall, trapping her with his body. She couldn’t have escaped even if she had wanted to. However, escape is the furthest thing from her mind. The only place she wants to be is exactly where she is, so close to Ashton that their bodies merge into one.
She wraps one leg around his hips, giving him access to her, and she guides his cock inside of her. “I need this, too,” she says in a whisper, but knowing that he hears her.
He lifts her chin, so that they’re looking at each other. Their eyes locke as he enters her, their bodies merging together. Sofie gets that feeling of completeness, of absolute contentment that only comes to her when she’s with Ashton, when they’re together like this.
As he moves his hips, thrusting into her, the only sounds are their moans of pleasure and the rushing of the water around them. He buries his head in her neck, sucking and scenting her, like an animal would during mating. There’s that word again , she thinks briefly before pushing it
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