I swallowed, still panting for breath as I looked up at him a little confused. I’d never felt anything like that before. I’d never even dreamt that my body could feel like that. The only feelings that I’d ever had during sex were pain, disgust and shame. But at the moment, I felt incredible.

Ashton smiled down at me, his green eyes glittering with what looked like pride as he bent to kiss me again. “Do you have a condom, Anna?” he repeated, peppering little kisses across my cheek.

“No.”

He groaned quietly and pressed his face into the side of my neck, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Shifting one leg out from under him, I wrapped it around his waist, clamping him to me as I wriggled. At this point, I was past caring if I got pregnant. I wanted that flying, weightless, carefree feeling again. But this time I wanted to take him along with me. Gripping my hand in the back of his hair, I pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him almost desperately as I raised my hips in silent invitation, desperately needing more from him because I didn’t ever want this experience to end.

He groaned and shook his head, breaking the kiss. “We can’t. I want to, so bad, but we can’t,” he whined. His voice was pained. He almost looked as disappointed as I felt, almost, but not quite.

My heart sank as I pressed my face into his chest and let his delicious smell fill my lungs. “Please?” I begged, clutching him closer.

He dragged in a breath through his teeth as his shoulders stiffened under my hands. “I could pull out before I finish,” he suggested. I moved back to look at him, my pulse quickening at his words. “If you want I could do that,” he offered, looking at me curiously, his expression torn.

Oh hell yeah! I nodded eagerly as my body rejoiced. My leg unconsciously tightened around his waist as he shifted on top of me. He gulped and cupped my face in his hands, looking me right in the eyes.

“You really want this, Anna? You’re sure?” he asked, watching my face.

I wasn’t even sure I had the words to describe how much I wanted it. In fact, it wasn’t a want, it was a need. I needed it to happen. “Yeah,” I confirmed, begging him with my eyes. “Please, Ashton?”

He grinned and his hand slid down, gripping my thigh as he pushed his hips forward. My breath came out in one big burst as he slid home inside me and his hips met mine, filling me completely. He gasped, and his eyes widened as his fingers dug into my leg. “Fuck. So tight,” he grunted. “You okay?”

I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning too loudly at the pleasure of having him inside me. “Oh hell yeah,” I confirmed, tightening my leg around his waist like a death grip in case he changed his mind and tried to get away. He grinned – probably at my over-the-top enthusiasm. His mouth claimed mine in a scorching hot kiss that seemed to wake up every part of my body, parts that I thought were long since dead.

He built up a slow, steady rhythm. Every time he moved, my body tingled and throbbed. I was aching for something else, something more, but I didn’t even know what it was that I wanted. I actually had no idea what I was doing. Trying to match his movements, I raised my hips to meet his. My moans were bordering on obscene as I leant forward and bit his shoulder gently, moaning against his skin, muffling the sound. Every move he made was gentle and caring; his hands worshipped my body and his mouth never once seemed to leave my skin.

As perspiration glistened on his forehead and his back started to get slightly slick under my fingers, my body was screaming at me for something. Seeming to sense it too, he gripped my other leg and guided that around his waist too before his hand slid to the small of my back, lifting my behind off the mattress a little as he continued to thrust into me. The new angle changed the feel of it completely, seeming to allow him deeper inside me. I gasped, bending my head and kissing his chest gratefully.

“Okay?” he asked breathlessly, as he thrust a little harder this time.

I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut as every nerve in my body seemed to spark and flicker. “Please don’t stop,” I begged, tightening my legs on him.

He chuckled, slamming home again. “I won’t,” he whispered, as I ran my fingers through his already messy hair. “Fuck. So good,” he moaned, looking down at me through heavily-lidded, clearly awed eyes.

The same sensation was building like an inferno inside me. My eyes narrowed as I pressed my mouth against his, ravishing his mouth with my tongue. As if he knew I was close to my end too, his fingers bit into my butt as he sped up. The friction he was creating inside me was almost too much to bear. In an attempt to get him impossibly closer, I raised my quivering legs even higher, lifting most of my body off the bed. He grunted and seemed to lose control of himself as he slammed into me harder and harder, moaning my name.

My orgasm hit me like a train, even more powerful than the last time. My whole body seemed to convulse and shake as I squeezed my eyes shut. He groaned my name as my inner muscles tightened around him, trying to force him to climax.

He pulled out of me quickly and his body tensed too, coming onto my stomach. I watched the way his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw tightened, listening to the sexy, little moan of pleasure he made as he finished too. He slumped down on top of me, pinning me down on the mattress with his weight, but it was a pleasant weight, it felt comforting somehow.

I closed my eyes and smiled as he peppered little kisses around the base of my throat. My whole body was spent. My muscles felt like jelly as I struggled to catch my breath. He sighed contentedly, lifting his weight off me, only to plop down at my side and throw a heavy arm across my torso. As he moved and our bodies brushed together, I could feel the evidence of his climax on my stomach.