Page 135 of Knockin' Boats
“You feel so amazing. God. Fuck. You’re giving yourself to me so perfectly.”
I whimpered. “Need to come.”
“Yeah,” Ash grunted. “You’ve fucking earned it.”
He sat back, pulling me onto his lap so he could get a hand on my needy dick. In this position, he impaled me even deeper and I gave a strangled cry as he locked one arm across my chest to keep me in place and used the other to stroke me while his dick went deeper than ever before.
My arms were pinned to my sides in this position. I was practically immobilized. And in that moment, I gave everything over to Ash. Every ounce of control, every bit of worry, every piece of my heart.
I entrusted it all to him, and when his mouth latched onto my neck, marking me as his, I came with a whimper that sounded as helpless as I was right then.
I was helpless to the pleasure. Helpless to the love crashing through me.
Helpless to do anything other than fall into him and trust he’d catch me.
My cum splashed into Ash’s hand as the tension inside me gave way to a flood of pleasure.
I wasn’t erupting like normal. I waspouring, like a fucking faucet, as Ash shuddered with his own climax and shoved deeper into me, grinding against my prostate.
The orgasm was intense, and it wasn’t only in my cock. My ass fluttered, muscles tightening and releasing around Ash’s dick, as waves of pleasure rushed through my body.
We collapsed forward into a heap of sweaty tangled limbs, still locked together.
“Fuck me,” I muttered. “I can’t even feel my body.”
Ash chuckled breathlessly as he slowly eased out of me, leaving my hole gaping and empty. I frowned. Was it weird to already be missing his dick inside me? Probably.
“That was incredible.” He stroked my sweaty back. “You’re incredible.”
“Mm-hmm.” I smiled into the pillow, eyes slipping closed. “Don’t forget it.”
“Never, Sawyer.”
He kissed my shoulder, and then his weight was gone.
I flailed out a hand blindly. “Where are you?—”
He caught my hand and kissed my palm, as he’d done in the boat. “I’m going to get a wet cloth so I can clean you up for bed. We’ll shower in the morning.”
“M’kay. Just don’t leave,” I said, even though I was dimly aware that we were at his place and it’d make no logical sense.
But it wasn’t about logic.
This feeling.
I needed him close. I needed him holding me.
“I’ll never leave,” he promised.
I needed that too.
My body hummed, relaxed but achy, and sleep tugged at me. I’d been on a roller coaster of emotions tonight. The fear and anger of watching that boat crash. The urgency of the water rescue. The high of hearing Ash loved me. The thrill of askinghim to fuck me. The pain and pleasure and blissfulsurrenderof a man’s dick inside me.
It left me wrung out and limp as a wet noodle.
But also at peace.
I drifted away, barely noticing the warm, wet cloth Ash dragged over my skin.
