He began to thrust harder. Rhythmically. A drive to completion. As soon as he felt his balls draw up and the rush begin to hurdle over him, he began to stroke her clit again, wanting her with him. Wanting them both to fly over that edge together.
With his free hand, he curled his fingers around her bound wrists, gripping the rope, holding it and using it to pull her back hard against him to meet his thrusts. She let out a sharp cry, one that worried him for a moment because he feared he was hurting her. But she was thrusting back against him, desperate for more.
“Get there, Josie,” he rasped out. “Come for me, baby. I’m there. I’m coming. Fuck me.”
His fingers never left her clit, even as his own orgasm swarmed over him. The room blurred around him. He closed his eyes as he strained into her, as he yanked her back to meet his demanding thrusts.
The first spurt of his release was painful. Edgy. Overwhelming. Still, he continued to thrust, bathing her insides with his hot semen. Until it seeped from her opening and ran down the inside of her leg.
The visual spurred his orgasm to further heights. Seeing the evidence of his possession on her body was supremely satisfying. He’d never been so gratified before.
His name tore hoarsely from her mouth. Her entire body tightened. Her fingers balled into tight fists underneath his hand. Her body shook and trembled and then she slid down, her knees losing purchase on the bed. He went with her, his hand sliding from between her legs to brace himself on the bed so she didn’t bear his full weight. But he let her have some of it. The feel of her beneath him, of the way he blanketed her body, hit him hard. He loved it.
Nothing was more satisfying than her beneath him, him deeply embedded in her body.
When it became evident that his weight was likely too much and that she struggled to catch up in her breathing, he shifted, causing them both to moan as he began to retreat from her ass.
Gently he pulled the rest of the way out, holding himself up on his palms as he looked down at her reddened ass, the distended opening where he’d been just seconds before, and the traces of his semen on her skin.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Never a more beautiful sight, baby.”
She sighed, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheek. Then he loosened the bonds at her wrists and leaned in to scoop her into his arms. She nestled against his chest as he carried her into the bathroom. He set her down on the commode only long enough to turn on the shower and wait for the water to heat. Then he pulled her into the shower with him and washed every inch of her skin with gentle hands.
“Too much?” he murmured as he stroked a hand over her cheek.
She looked up at him, her eyes still glazed with passion. And she smiled. A beautiful, gut-tightening smile that made him want to take her all over again.
“Never too much,” she whispered. “It was wonderful, Ash. I loved it.”
He leaned down to kiss her as the hot spray rained down on them both. “Glad to hear you were with me, sweetness. Because it’s definitely something I want to do again. Never going to have enough of you.”
She circled his neck, hugging him as she returned his kiss. He reached up behind her to turn off the water and then he ushered her out to wrap a towel around her so she wouldn’t get cold.
After she was dry, he wrapped his robe around her and tied the ends so she was completely covered.
“It’s early yet. You want to go out and get something to eat or would you prefer me to order in and us eat here?”
She paused a moment, her hands thrust into the pockets of the robe. The towel he’d wrapped her hair in was perched atop her head, and she’d never looked more beautiful than she did right here, wearing his robe, in his bathroom while they discussed their plans for the evening.