just a little closer.
This relaxed exchange with Kiera almost felt natural. She made me feel free to let go of the stiff suit I portrayed myself as outside of my home and just be myself. I held her close as we moved together as if we had been doing it for years. When she titled her head back to look up at me, I took the opportunity to kiss her softly. The moment was simple, peaceful. There was nothing sexual about it, but the intimate pattern we had fallen into was almost instinctual. It didn’t take effort, or deep thought; we just flowed together like we were meant to be here like this with each other.
I would ask later about her past and things that every couple should know about one another. For now I just wanted to enjoy this moment together.
KINSLEY
THE WATER CASCADED OVER MY back as I braced myself against the shower wall before me and looked back over my shoulder, mesmerized by Ashton’s beauty as the water beaded on his body. He held my bare hips tightly as he drove into me over and over, chasing his own release, his eyes closed tight and his mouth open slightly in entrancement. He tilted his head back, and his arms flexed as he pulled me back to meet his thrusts, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. He bit down on his lower lip, but it did nothing to hide the animalistic growl that ripped from his chest each time he seated himself deep inside me.
My entire body shook from the force he used to fuck me.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned as he rotated his hips, grinding against me. “So fucking good.” He panted as his movements picked up, and I had to press harder against the wall for fear of slipping from the aggressive way he was taking me. Yet another orgasm formed deep inside me as he continued to stroke me in the most erotic way.
I told myself I would never again feel weak in the hands of any man again. But the way he took control wasn’t frightening, it was empowering. Knowing I was the one responsible for putting him in such a state made me feel stronger than I had ever felt before. I had never felt so high.
“Come, Kiera.” I flinched when he said the name I was now hating more than anything. I wanted so badly to have him moan Kinsley as he lost himself. Tears formed in my eyes as he continued to whisper “Kiera” over and over. I wanted to yell for him to stop, but the pure pleasure that ripped through me prevented me, and he hooked my waist just as he slammed inside me one last time. His warmth spread through me, and the power I’d felt earlier once again filled me.
I did this to him.
I made him lose his mind and all self-control.
I was the one he wanted, needed.
Me.
“So beautiful,” he panted against my ear. His body now hunched over mine as he heaved, trying to regain control. “I get so fucking lost in you,” he confessed.
“Me too,” I whispered.
So lost is was a little scary.
The last couple of days had been nothing short of perfect. It felt great to live again. To enjoy those moments when everything felt so new and exciting.
That was what being with Ashton felt like.
In public, he was this strong, dominant, almost unapproachable figure. Most feared him, hoped they would never get on his bad side, and would do just about anything to make sure they never were.
But with me he was different. He was sweet and generous, and the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching made me feel like a young, innocent girl again, untainted and free from my past. Being in his presence made it impossible to believe anyone could be capable of the things Jase had done to me.
And he was dirty. I loved his dirty side.
“What are you thinking?” he asked as he rounded the side of the couch and sat in the empty space next to me.
I smiled as I took the glass of wine he held out for me. “I was just thinking about how different you are.” Laughter fell from my lips when he arched his brow at me. “Not bad different, good different.”
He seemed pleased but he remained
This relaxed exchange with Kiera almost felt natural. She made me feel free to let go of the stiff suit I portrayed myself as outside of my home and just be myself. I held her close as we moved together as if we had been doing it for years. When she titled her head back to look up at me, I took the opportunity to kiss her softly. The moment was simple, peaceful. There was nothing sexual about it, but the intimate pattern we had fallen into was almost instinctual. It didn’t take effort, or deep thought; we just flowed together like we were meant to be here like this with each other.
I would ask later about her past and things that every couple should know about one another. For now I just wanted to enjoy this moment together.
KINSLEY
THE WATER CASCADED OVER MY back as I braced myself against the shower wall before me and looked back over my shoulder, mesmerized by Ashton’s beauty as the water beaded on his body. He held my bare hips tightly as he drove into me over and over, chasing his own release, his eyes closed tight and his mouth open slightly in entrancement. He tilted his head back, and his arms flexed as he pulled me back to meet his thrusts, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. He bit down on his lower lip, but it did nothing to hide the animalistic growl that ripped from his chest each time he seated himself deep inside me.
My entire body shook from the force he used to fuck me.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned as he rotated his hips, grinding against me. “So fucking good.” He panted as his movements picked up, and I had to press harder against the wall for fear of slipping from the aggressive way he was taking me. Yet another orgasm formed deep inside me as he continued to stroke me in the most erotic way.
I told myself I would never again feel weak in the hands of any man again. But the way he took control wasn’t frightening, it was empowering. Knowing I was the one responsible for putting him in such a state made me feel stronger than I had ever felt before. I had never felt so high.
“Come, Kiera.” I flinched when he said the name I was now hating more than anything. I wanted so badly to have him moan Kinsley as he lost himself. Tears formed in my eyes as he continued to whisper “Kiera” over and over. I wanted to yell for him to stop, but the pure pleasure that ripped through me prevented me, and he hooked my waist just as he slammed inside me one last time. His warmth spread through me, and the power I’d felt earlier once again filled me.
I did this to him.
I made him lose his mind and all self-control.
I was the one he wanted, needed.
Me.
“So beautiful,” he panted against my ear. His body now hunched over mine as he heaved, trying to regain control. “I get so fucking lost in you,” he confessed.
“Me too,” I whispered.
So lost is was a little scary.
The last couple of days had been nothing short of perfect. It felt great to live again. To enjoy those moments when everything felt so new and exciting.
That was what being with Ashton felt like.
In public, he was this strong, dominant, almost unapproachable figure. Most feared him, hoped they would never get on his bad side, and would do just about anything to make sure they never were.
But with me he was different. He was sweet and generous, and the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching made me feel like a young, innocent girl again, untainted and free from my past. Being in his presence made it impossible to believe anyone could be capable of the things Jase had done to me.
And he was dirty. I loved his dirty side.
“What are you thinking?” he asked as he rounded the side of the couch and sat in the empty space next to me.
I smiled as I took the glass of wine he held out for me. “I was just thinking about how different you are.” Laughter fell from my lips when he arched his brow at me. “Not bad different, good different.”
He seemed pleased but he remained
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