Asha

Asha drew Colt to her, the vibrating ache inside of her something that only he could fix. Her hand slowly closed around his thick shaft. She moved her palm up and back, wetting him with droplets of his own desire. She was always amazed at how big he was. She never really saw him with lights on, or at least, full light like this.

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t keep doing this to him. It was a useless argument that played over in her head, meaningless against the force of her desire. It was that dream. That damn dream. She wanted so badly to come close to feeling what she had in that dream. The raw ache, the perfection of their bodies joining to bring each other pleasure. And more… that slow burn in her chest that stayed with her long after their sweat had cooled and the sated pleasure ebbed away.

Colt groaned, the sound husky and as desperate as she felt. The fires of desire licked over her skin, scorching her from the inside out. She tightened her hand and his hips pressed forward. The head of his cock pressed up against her swollen sex. She almost wanted to wait, to run her hand up and down the length of him, perhaps use her mouth, torture him. She couldn’t wait. She needed him with a force she hadn’t felt before.

She guided him to her entrance and he pressed forward, filling her with the thick, round tip. Sparks shot through her blood and she couldn’t stop the little whimper that escaped her throat. She edged forward on the counter, pressing herself onto him, taking him inside of herself so very slowly.

He let her take the lead. She reached up, gripped his shoulders, dug her short nails in hard. Her hips arched forward and she took him all the way to the hilt. He waited, pulsing inside of her, filling and stretching her.

Colt stayed like that, unmoving, gloriously thick and impossibly hot inside of her. He reached down, his rough hand finding her breast. He pinched her nipple. Hard. She gasped as pleasure and pain flooded through her.

When Colt started to move inside her it was like a glorious light display burst behind her closed eyes. He caressed her nipple as he pulled out and thrust back in hard, demanding. Her legs closed around his waist, trapping him, pulling him in closer, begging for every single thick inch.

He bent his head and when he kissed her it was so violent it nearly hurt. His teeth grazed her lips, nipping her. His tongue darted into her mouth, claiming her, possessing her with a new brand of madness.

He filled her, faster, his hips pumping against her. Their bodies slapped together, their sweat and their arousal wetting her thighs.

His hands moved away from her breasts and gripped her waist hard to keep her from sliding all over the counter. Her bottom bit into the counter painfully, but the sensation wasn’t unwelcome. She leaned into Colt, flattening her breasts against his chest.

He broke the kiss, their breath raw and uneven. He buried his face into the side of her neck where his breath came in hot spurts. He thrust hard, harder with every long, hot stroke. She responded eagerly, shamelessly, her hips thrashing against him, bucking hard to take him deeper and deeper still.

Normally there was a slow climb to her climax. The pleasure built in stages, shades, until it blossomed over her, gently and sweetly.

The climax that stole over her tonight was shocking for its violence. It came without warning, the force of it nearly blinding her. Asha had never in her life experienced such a hard rush of pleasure. It hit her like a hurricane, enveloped her, knocked her over and sent her soaring, gasping, diving and falling. Wave after hard, hot wave pummeled her. She wanted to cry out, to scream, to let out the force of the feeling, but she couldn’t make a sound.

Colt found his own climax a moment later. He thrust harder, harder until he pulled out and spilled himself, hot on her thigh and belly. He trembled against her as she gripped him, her nails biting into the tight muscles of his shoulders.

“Come to bed with me, Asha,” Colt finally whispered huskily. That same raw need was still heavy in his voice. As though they hadn’t just done what they had done.

“Yes,” she responded. She didn’t have to think. The fires inside still burned bright and strong. The anticipation of having him take her again and again, until she was sore and achy for entirely different reasons, was too great to resist.

She let him wrap his arms around her waist. He carried her from the counter, down the hall to his bedroom, as though she weighed nothing at all. Her skirt fell over her legs and she couldn’t wait to strip it away. She didn’t want the barrier of any clothing between them.

Just before Colt set her down on the left side of his queen sized bed, Asha caught the glimmer in his eyes. The glimmer of hope that nearly broke her heart. She knew he wanted her to stay the night. That hope was always there, shining and half hidden.

She couldn’t bring herself to leave. She couldn’t bring herself to stay. No matter how much she wanted to, she knew she would be gone long before the sun came up.