Page 89 of The Autumn We Fell in Love

“Stop,” he rumbles, seizing my shoulders.

I lift my head, forehead creasing in concern. “Are you okay?”

Ash gives a single nod, getting to his knees. He fixes me with those steel eyes. “Lay down.”

Never have two words given me such a visceral reaction. My clit jumps at his command just as my insides turn to syrup with arousal for this man.

I don’t hesitate. I flip onto my back and spread my thighs while Ash rummages in the nightstand. He emerges with a condom. “No,” I say, reaching out and running my fingers down his taut abdominals. “I’m clean and I’m on birth control.”

He tosses the condom aside and nips the inside of my thigh. “Good. I can’t wait to feel your insides with every bare inch of me.”

Then he’s hovering over me, the tip of his penis nudging my nether lips. I raise my hips to him, run my hands down the muscles of his arms, and whisper a single syllable: “Please.”

He’s inside me like a strike of lightning, like the soft slide of velvet, like everything I’d have hoped for from sex if I’d known something this good existed. The way his body moves over me and inside me, touching all the right places, brings tears to my eyes even as it wrests ecstatic moans from my throat.

At first each powerful, hungry thrust moves me an inch up the bed. But soon Ash slows, draping his body over mine.

“I love feeling so close to you,” he murmurs, kissing up my shoulder. “I love making love to you.”

I open my mouth to answer, but he circles his pelvis so he strikes my clit and all I can do is gasp with pleasure.

He drags his arms beneath my back and scoops me up so that I’m sitting on his folded knees, his thickness still inside me. I clutch his face, kissing him hard, before I begin to move up and down on him.

His fingers come between us and find my clit. Ash swirls at my button while I impale myself on him again and again. His fingers fly faster. I feel my orgasm begin to build in my gut. It travels lower, everything in me tightening and tightening, and I throw my head back at the sensation.

“Yes,” Ash urges, breathless. “Come for me.”

My body obeys. My lush walls clamp around his thickness, pulsing and milking him while I convulse, throwing my arms around his shoulders and holding on for dear life.

Ash cries out, and it’s a new sound. “Oh my god,” he grunts, gritting his teeth. “I’m coming.”

I feel his shaft jump as his climax hits, bumping my G-spot, and it only intensifies my orgasm. I dig my teeth into his shoulder as I lose all control of my bucking pelvis.

Hands on my hips, he helps me grind onto him, pressing me down as he arches up into my depths. I let my upper body fall over his as we hit our peaks, sweat mingling on our flesh.

Slowly, my shudders quiet. Ash cradles my body and rolls us both to a laying position. He tucks my body into his so he’s at my back, our legs twisting together.

Ash trails a thumb over the crest of my shoulder and along my arm, jumping to my hip and down my thigh. I turn my head to him, hair tangling across my forehead, and kiss him with trembling lips.

“That was —“ I begin with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Ash finishes, giving me a smile so sweet that I nearly cry with happiness, “incredible.”

Ash

Before I wake, I am aware of a honeyed sensation washing through my body and mind. I lay still, eyes closed, just feeling.

It’s happiness, I realize, finding the right label for this sense. Liquid contentment.

And then the previous night’s events flood from my memory.

The woods. The hospital. Isla.

Isla.

Here, in my bed, fulfilling every thin fantasy I’ve ever woven.

Heat flushes across my skin as I remember the touch of her flesh, her wetness encasing me, the satisfaction of sending her shuddering into orgasm after delicious orgasm.

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