No Attachments

chapter 15: Finally, a night to remember

Ashton

My body was ready and there would be no stopping this time. Nathan and I stood facing each other as his hands moved gently over my skin, making me tingle. He continued down my arms before lifting my hands to his chest. I matched his movements, using my fingertips to trace the contours of his firm pectorals. We were almost dancing now as I continued down with my fingers to his gloriously chiseled abs. My eyes followed a single drop of water, traveling along the grooves of his muscular stomach and then down to his fully erect member below. Seeing it for the first time only heightened my arousal. The familiar ache between my legs spread quickly from our movements, making me yearn for more. I moved close against him, moaning with delight when he placed his mouth on my neck. He moved along my shoulder with his lips and up to my ear.

"You like that?" he asked, moaning himself from my enthusiastic approval. Turning me slowly around, he continued kissing along my back before pulling me tightly against him. His hands cupped my breasts as he swayed slowly against my ass, sending liquid heat rushing throughout my body.

"God," I moaned, turning around and pulling him toward the bed. "Put it in now. I need you."

"I know, baby. I need you too, but trust me. I'm going to give you the best bike ride ever," he answered, lowering me down to the bed.

He draped himself on top of me, kissing down my chest and using his tongue along my nipple before taking it all in his mouth. I decided instantly I loved being sucked like that and wanted more. With bated breath, I silently begged him to move lower, which of course he obliged.

"You mean, here?" He kissed my stomach. "Or here?" he repeated, going slightly lower.

Passion consumed me. I moved against him, wanting more, but unsure how to convey what I needed. My breath became labored as he moved his hand lower. I parted my legs, allowing his hand access to where I needed it. He rubbed his fingers intimately against me. The sensation was unlike any I had ever felt. My hips rose, almost instinctively on their own, and my movements became frantic as he continued to rub his fingers against me. I felt as if I was reaching the crest of a gigantic wave. As my senses reached the point of eruption, I felt his tongue tickling the spot where his fingers had been, making me buck against him as spasms took over my body.

I was slowly coming back down to earth when he finally spoke.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he said, slowly withdrawing before lying on me again.

"And why is that?" I asked when I could speak again.

"Because everything you do is so f*cking hot. It was turning me on as much to watch you as it was doing it to you," he answered, running his hand up my torso until it grazed over my breast. He dropped his mouth to mine without saying another word. His desire was apparent as his tongue made love to my mouth, moving in and out and making my body respond again. I could feel him hot and hard against my thigh and I shifted again, hoping he'd get the hint of where I wanted him the most.

"We're getting there, sweetheart," he said, dragging his lips from mine and trailing them down my collarbone until his mouth closed fully around my nipple.

"Give me a second," he said, reaching over for the box he'd left on my table earlier. I shifted against him, ready to feel him inside me as he extracted a condom from its package.

His mouth found my ear as he settled between my legs again. "Tell me what you want," he whispered huskily.

"I want you," I said, unsure how to tell him exactly what I wanted.

"Where?" he breathed, pulling my earlobe into his mouth making me buck beneath him.

"There," I said, lifting my hips for emphasis.

"Here?" he nudged, moving my legs farther apart so he could settle fully against me.

"Yes," I moaned as he slid inside me.

"God, you feel so f*cking good," he said, straining as he moved slowly in me.

Unable to take the torture anymore, I raised my hips, taking him fully. My fingers raked hard against his back, pulling him against me. He lost all self-control as our bodies moved together. His lips found mine through labored breathing, and I could feel the wave building as he called out my name.

"Oh, Ashton, f*ck," he called, moving faster and faster. My body felt like it would explode until we reached the climax, finishing together.

I felt completely spent with all my limbs like jelly. "Holy crap, is it always like that?" I asked as he rested heavily on top of me.

"It's never been like that," he answered, propping himself on an elbow.

"Really? You're not just trying to make me feel good?"

"Really," he answered, dropping a light kiss on my lips before rising off me and heading for my bathroom.

A few minutes later, Nathan returned and switched off the light before climbing into bed. I tucked myself under his arm, sighing with satisfaction as he stroked my hair. I flushed slightly, remembering how I had responded so completely to his touch. I had been unprepared for how consuming making love was and how everything else of importance melted away. All I could focus on now was how badly I wanted him to keep touching me.