Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
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.