Page 37 of Work and Play
“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She starts to lift up and slam down faster, alternating with a rock of her hips. My own are thrusting up to meet her every time and we lose ourselves in the motion. Bodies coming together, pulling just slightly apart, only to collide again, every time deeper and more powerful than the last. I’m consumed by Ashley, by the moment that’s building between us. And when she starts to keen out my name, I know she’s right there with me. She arches back, her hands falling to my thighs, and I keep one hand on her hip and the other is still playing with her clit, watching my cock ram in and out of her.
“Oh God, yes, there. Oh, holy fuck.”
My orgasm is hurtling toward me and so is hers, but she’s holding back. Don’t ask me why, and don’t ask me how I know, I just do.
“Let go, Ash. Come for me again.”
With a scream of my name she does just that. Ashley flies off the edge into an orgasm even more spectacular than her first one, and I surrender to my own at the same moment.
She’s ruined me.
Sex has never felt like this before, like two souls joining into one. Like there was no ending and no beginning, like we were suspended from reality for those minutes where we came together.
I should be terrified. But all I can think about is how desperately I want to do it again.
Chapter eighteen
Ashley
That was…I don’t even know how to describe it. I’ve had a few lovers, but never have I felt so thoroughly cherished, worshipped, and possessed. Finn took me to heights I never knew were possible, but for some crazy reason, this moment where we’re tangled together, cuddling in that post-sex haze of happiness, feels just as amazing.
“Please tell me you don’t have to work today,” he mumbles against my head, pressing a kiss there. I love that he can’t seem to stop touching me with his hands and his lips. It’s as if now that the seal on our intimacy has been broken, he just can’t get enough. We’re opposite ends of a magnet, drawn together.
I shake my head. “I don’t. I was going to check out a few secondhand shops in Westport that have new inventory, but it can wait.”
Finn lifts up on one elbow, dislodging me from my comfortable pillow, aka, his chest. I pout, and he just kisses me with a grin. “Good. Then we don’t have to get up yet.” He takes on a mock serious expression. “I really should rest my knee after all.”
A girlish giggle escapes me as I slap his chest. “What we just did doesn’t really count as rest, though, does it?”
His eyes widen innocently. “It does when you’re on top.”
“Oh my God,” I laugh, then shriek when he suddenly shifts onto his back, taking me with him so that once again I’m straddling his waist.
“Mmm. Yep, my knee feels better already just having you like this.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I roll my eyes. But when he uses those amazing abs I can’t stop touching to lift himself up so that he’s sitting with his legs stretched out, all thoughts of teasing leave me. His cock is already hard again, and I can feel it pressing against me. He slides his hands down my legs and tugs them open so that they wrap around his waist.
“This is a new one for me,” he comments suggestively, with a slight tilt of his hips that makes me gasp.
“Me too,” I say as my head falls back. I’m overwhelmed with sensation, especially when he uses some sort of pelvic sorcery to swivel his hips, grinding his cock between my legs. Good God, I don’t know how he’s doing this with an injured leg, but I am most definitely not complaining.
And when it becomes almost too much, when I feel like I might spontaneously combust from unrequited desire, he reaches between us, covers himself, lines up and drives inside with a grunt of satisfaction.
“1, 2, 3, 4, I won the thumb war!” I pump my free hand triumphantly in the air as Finn’s warm laugh rumbles out from him.
“You cheated.”
“No way. There’s no rule against distracting your opponent in a thumb war,” I protest, batting my eyelashes at him with an impish smile.
“Whose idea was it to have naked thumb wars, anyway?” he grumbles good naturedly, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I nestle my head back down on his chest, content in our warm cocoon. The musky smell of our lovemaking lingers in the air. We probably should get up and shower, but the last two hours have been heavenly. Just then, my stomach lets out an embarrassing rumble.
“Sorry,” I say sheepishly, but Finn just dislodges me and sits up, running his hands through his thick hair. Seriously, it should be illegal for a man to have luscious hair like he does.
“Nah, we should eat.” He turns back to me, and the shy smile he gives me is so at odds with the confident, sexy, dominant side he has in bed. “But maybe we could just order pizza and stay here today?”
I sit up to meet him, and kiss his shoulder. “Deal. How do you feel about watching a movie? There’s a DVD of the original Chucky movie out in the main room, and I could totally go for some old school horror.”
“Oh. Umm, could we maybe choose something else?” He clears his throat, and the tips of his ears are turning red.
