He gently bit my lip as I plunged my tongue into his mouth. We did an intricate dance—our bodies moving effortlessly in sync, heads tilting, noses brushing. We had the unspoken coordination of soulmates.

Ashton’s hands found the small of my back and I could feel each individual finger press into me, as if he were playing an instrument. My breath quickened, and I pulled him in closer, hungry for his touch.

Between caresses, I dipped my face away, and he put his hand under my chin, turning my head in his direction.

“What is it?” he asked in a low voice. “Do you want to stop?”

“No, nothing like that.” I paused, and felt my cheeks turn crimson red. “It’s just, we’re, um, in public.”

I didn’t need to explain; we could both feel that if our make-out went any further, we’d soon be getting naked on the very public beach.

“Then we’d better move quickly,” he said, and before I knew it, he’d grasped my hand and was tugging me up the beach, away from the water’s edge and towards our hotel suite.

We broke into a run, our legs pumping with desire and need. Soon, our feet were no longer on sand, but on hardwood floor, and we were skidding and sliding through the lobby.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Swann,” a staff member called out.

I didn’t have time to consider the implications of her words. Rather, Ashton and I were too busy trying to slow our breakneck speed down to a relatively normal jog. After all, as the voice had reminded us, we were in public. We strode hastily, hands intertwined, towards our hotel room. Despite being a relatively close destination, there seemed to be no end of corners and turns.

“Stupid hallways,” I panted under my breath.

Ashton grinned and looked around, scanning the halls with the keen eye of a trained assassin. At last, he hissed, “All right, screw it, there’s no one around.”

With that, he yanked my hand once more, and we were running. Left, right, right, left again, and bam—we were in front of the door.

Ashton fumbled in his pocket for the key, but I needed his touch: his hands, his arms, his lips.

“Kiss me,” I instructed, arching my back against the door and looping my fingers in the waistband of his trousers.

He obeyed, and I distantly heard the brass key fall to the ground as Ashton pinned my hands to the entryway. His lips met mine, but only for a moment; he pulled away much too soon for my liking.

“Why?” I pleaded.

With a smirk, he replied, “We’re almost inside.”

I fumbled for his briefs, saying, “But I can’t wait any longer.”

In one smooth motion, he turned me around by the waist, pressed me up against the door, and tugged my wrists together with only one hand.

“Are you arresting me?” I laughed. “What are the charges?”

“Lewd conduct.”

I could sense him bending to the ground to pick up the key, then slowly trailing his lips over my exposed thighs as he rose. I groaned as Ashton pushed his hips into me, my back flush against the door.

Still maintaining a vice grip on my hands, he maneuvered the key with his free hand, sliding it into the lock. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the bolts click. The door swung open abruptly, and I flew backward into the room.

Luckily, Ashton caught me before I could plummet to the ground.

“My prince,” I cooed, giggling.

“Oh, yeah? What do I get for saving the princess?”

I replied, “This.”

I yanked his swim trunks to the ground, revealing his erection. Slowly, I sunk to my knees, until I was at eye height with his cock. My gaze flew up to meet his, and over the hills and valleys of his form, I could see that his chest was rapidly rising and falling. He’d caught his lower lip between his teeth in anticipation of the coming pleasure.

My hands came up to his balls, and lightly toyed with them. His body stiffened, and I grinned, pleased with myself. I ran my index finger up and down the length of his shaft, teasing and coaxing him in the same movement. My touch was feather-light, like a butterfly oh so delicately beating its wing.

“Harley,” he groaned.

“Yes?” I replied, feigning ignorance.

“Just—just do it.”

“Mmm, I think I’m gonna make you wait for it.”

With that, I shuffled forward on my knees, bringing my mouth level with his cock. I blew hot air over the surface of his ridges, and I felt his knees begin to give way.

“Harley,” he repeated, this time with more urgency.

I didn’t need to be told again.

I closed my lips around the tip of his cock, moistening them with my tongue before beginning to slide, achingly slowly, down his shaft, pulling back slightly before taking more and more of him inside.

Ashton let out a groan, his fingers tangling in my hair. Using my tongue to play along his length, I pulled back to tease his head, my right hand rising to squeeze his shaft while the left lightly grasped his balls. Ashton’s knees, which had moments before been shaking, buckled.

I giggled as he joined me on the ground. My eyes locked on his, and I saw a looming promise building behind their whites.

“You’re laughing at me now,” he continued, “but I’m going to show you how it feels.”

Without further ado, he lunged towards me, knocking me flat on my back and hefting his entire weight over my form. I gazed up towards his face, which blocked the chandelier that hung directly overhead. He was animalistic or angelic, I couldn’t tell. Is there a difference? Does it even matter?

Because the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in real life was poised above me, with the vow on his lips to bring me to untold heights of ecstasy.

With an aching languidness, he lowered the very edges of his mouth to meet the curve of my neck, where he began to trace a path up and down, following my veins, listening to my beating heart as if it were a sacred chant. His lips made love to the hollow of my neck.

Sighs of pleasure escaped me, and I felt the shape of his lips form into a wide grin.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now you’re getting it.”

Those taunting lips shifted from my neck down to the curvature of my breasts, where he let the tip of his tongue trail the plateau between my breasts. I gasped for air, but he gave me no respite. He was a cruel, exquisite master.

Ashton put his mouth to one of my pert, pink nipples, and began to flick his tongue across the sensitive flesh. I squirmed with delight, knowing that as good as it felt, I wanted more.

“I want you inside me,” I breathed. “Right now.”

“After how you toyed with me? That doesn’t seem fair.”

But he must have seen the primal desperation in my eyes, because with a lazy grin, he stuck two fingers in his mouth, and brushed them over my nipple. From there, he moved the wet fingers down my abs, down to my eager and expectant pussy.

“I see I didn’t need to wet my fingers,” he noted as he entered me. He was right about that—now I just needed him to put me out of my misery.

His fingers had no sooner entered than they were gone.

“What are doing?” I cried.

“Wouldn’t you prefer my cock?” he asked slyly.

Moving without words—I was a woman mad with desire—my hands grasped for his ass, and tugged him down until his cock was mere inches from me. He held back.

“Come here,” I pleaded. “I want you.”

His dick twitched, and I knew that he felt the same way.

“You’re beautiful, Harley Phillips,” he whispered before he plunged into my depths.