“Ashton,” she whimpers.
“You’re everything to me.”
Her back arches up when I start licking and nipping at her breast. I may have never fucked a woman before, but I know how to pleasure a body. Her nipples are sensitive, and she clearly likes the attention. When I’ve made them red and swollen from my teeth and tongue, I kiss my way back down to her pussy. Her dark hair is trimmed neatly and her scent is alluring. I’m not a complete dunce. I know how the female anatomy works, but I’ve just never been exposed to it. I run my tongue along her slit, thankful that I enjoy the taste of her. It makes me eager to continue. I part her pink pussy lips to expose her clit. It’s cute and begs, like her pert nipples, for a kiss.
Her body jolts up off the bed when I tease the nub with my tongue. She moans—a low, seductive purr that strokes my fucking soul—and then I’m lost to her. I’m desperate to bring her pleasure. To show her how fucking amazing we can be together. The more I suck on her clit, the wetter her pussy gets. I want to go slow with her, but my dick is seeping with the need to be inside her. All it takes is a little more tongue play on her needy clit and then she’s coming hard, crying out my name like I’m the god she prays to.
As she shudders and writhes, I reach into the drawer and pull out a condom. I rip it open and roll it over my dick. I’m not sure if chicks need lube like guys do, so I yank out the bottle from my drawer and slather my condom-covered cock just in case.
“Ashton,” she murmurs. “Kiss me.”
I crawl up her body, locking my eyes with hers. “You’re my first…” I tell her, needing her to understand that if I fuck this up, I’ll try harder the next time to make it better.
“Woman,” she finishes, wincing slightly as she lets her insecurities—ones I no doubt put on her—creep into her mind.
“Only woman,” I correct. “There’s only one you, Mia.”
Her breath hitches when I grip my dick and slide it against her slick hole. I press into her just a bit and then stare down at my pretty girl.
“I love you,” I remind her.
“I love you too—ahh!”
I thrust my hips hard, growling as her tight body stretches to accommodate my thickness. My world tilts around me as I’m overcome with pleasure.
She feels better than good.
She feels fucking amazing.
Our lips connect and our tongues greet each other happily. Like we’ve finally figured out the steps to a dance we’ve been trying to learn. I thrust into her, desperate to connect her to me in such a physical, deep way. We kiss and moan, each of us tearing at the other like we might be able to climb inside one another. All too soon, I lose control, coming with a relieved groan. Rather than disconnect from my girl, I fall against her, sliding my arms around her and crushing her to me.
I know I should dispose of the condom.
Ask her if I should make her come again.
Clean her up.
Let her breathe.
For now, I just want to keep her like this.
In my arms.
Mine.
On. Cloud. Nine. That’s the only way to describe how I feel right now as I wait for Ashton to come back to bed. After we made love and Ashton held me for several minutes, I excused myself to the bathroom to take a quick shower so I could clean up. When I got out, I got dressed in Ashton’s hoodie and sweats and then went in search of the man himself.
At first I was nervous maybe he would regret what we did. I think it would be naïve of me not to have little doubts in the back of my mind. We kissed twice and both times he freaked out. And this was bigger. This was sex. Something neither of us had ever done before.
But the moment I stepped foot into the kitchen and Ashton’s eyes locked with mine, I felt like I could finally breathe. He smiled that sexy, boyish grin, and butterflies attacked my belly. He cut across the kitchen and kissed my lips, then he told me to get my ass back in bed, so he could bring me breakfast in bed.
While I wait for him, my thoughts go back to earlier, to the way he let me completely in.
“I thought I’d fail and you’d be disgusted with me.”
I felt anything but. The way he took care of me… I can’t imagine doing what we did with anyone but Ashton.
“We’re doing what feels right, Mia. No labels, just us.”
This is all I wanted for so long and now I finally have it.
“You’re everything to me.”
I have to hope that what he said is true, and that I’m enough for him. Because with every kiss, every thrust, I fell even more in love with Ashton and I don’t know what I would do, if it turned out I wasn’t enough for him.
“Hey,” a masculine voice says from the doorway.
I shake myself out of my thoughts and turn toward the direction of the voice. Standing in the doorway is Drew with a confused expression on his face.
“Hey,” I say back, trying and failing to contain my smile. “Did you guys win?”
“Did we win?” He laughs incredulously. “I just walked through the door and found Ashton cooking breakfast… while whistling. I thought for a second I was in the wrong damn apartment. Then, after double checking and seeing that I was in fact in the right apartment, and wondering why the hell he’s in such a good mood, I find you lying in his bed… In Ashton Carter’s fucking bed. The man you’ve been avoiding all week.” Drew’s eyes go comically wide. “And your first question is ‘Did we win?’ What the hell is going on, Mia?”
“What’s going on is I made my girl breakfast in bed,” Ashton says, pushing past Drew and setting a tray of food down on the bed next to me. “And now I’m going to feed it to her.” He drops on the bed on the other side of the food and winks at me. “I have a swim meet this morning, so we’re going to need to make this quick. You’re coming, right?” he asks me.
“Of course. I can’t wait to finally see you compete.” I run my fingers through his floppy hair and push it out of his eyes. Ashton playfully reaches up and snags the tip of my finger, biting gently on it.
“Good, because I want you to be there when I kick Travis’s ass.”
“So, what, I’m gone like fifteen hours and you two are together now?” Drew asks, his tone a mixture of hurt and disbelief.
I glance over at him and my heart drops. I was flying so high on my Ashton cloud I didn’t think about how this would affect Drew. He’s been there for me every day, whether it was bringing me over food or coffee, or just stopping by to make sure I was hanging in there.
I move to stand, but Ashton must sense it, because he wraps his fingers around my forearm, stopping me. “I need to talk to Drew for a minute,” I tell him, silently begging him to understand. His eyes dart back and forth between us, but he lets go of my arm and nods.
When I gesture for Drew to follow me out, he shakes his head. “We can talk here.” His gaze swings back over to Ashton. “You forgave him?” His tone isn’t judgmental, but it isn’t happy either. He’s worried, and if I’m not mistaken I think sad—and I wonder if it’s because he and Brayden aren’t talking yet or if he’s upset that Ashton and I are together.
“I did,” I tell him. “We talked and he apologized.”