I clutch my arms even tighter around his neck, bringing him close to me until his lips are a mere inch away from mine. “I’ve never been more ready,” I say before I gingerly press my lips to his. Without wasting another second, we pull away and he opens the door and carries me over the threshold. It’s incredibly romantic … until my head collides with the doorframe. I groan out loud and my hand automatically goes to my head, rubbing the sore spot with my hand.
“Shit baby, are you okay?” Ashton asks seriously, worry flitting across his face, but I can still see the distinctive slanted smile forming at the corner of his mouth. I’d be incredibly pissed off if I didn’t find the situation amusing myself.
“Oh my God! That couldn’t have been less romantic if we tried!” I say through hysterical laughter, as I continuously rub my throbbing head.
“I’m sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “But with all laughing aside, are you okay?”
My laughter subsides and I let my hand fall loose from my head, smiling. “I’m fine. It was just a little bump to the head. We definitely aren’t destined for a Hollywood happy ending, that’s for sure.”
“I told you before, fuck the Hollywood happy ending. We have our own happily ever after happening as we speak.”
“Do we?” I ask with an intrigued smile etched along my face.
“Yeah, baby, we do. I’d prefer it to continue with that pretty dress on my bedroom floor though.” And with that, he successfully walks me over the threshold without causing me any bodily harm and shuts the door behind him with a kick of his foot. I, on the other hand, am struggling to catch a steady breath, my insides clenching with a sexual need that feels almost explosive right about now. He heads towards the end of the bed and gently places me on my feet, where I quickly dispose of my shoes.
He takes a step back and his appreciative eyes roam over my entire body, almost as if he’s trying to savor this moment for the rest of his life. Slowly, he takes a step closer and shivers explode across my skin as the tips of his fingers gently graze against the tops of my arms before turning me around, so my back is facing him. His lips find my neck as his chest presses against my back, his erection pushing up against my ass, showing me exactly how much he wants me. I feel a heavy pressure between my thighs, and with every moment that passes by, the heat only becomes more prominent. “This dress …” he huskily murmurs against the pulse of my neck as his lips suck against my sensitive skin. “I love it … you’re so fucking sexy.” A moan catches at the back of my throat at the sound of his cave-man growl.
His hand firmly slides over my shoulder down to my chest, until he begins to trace my plunging neckline with the tips of his fingers. I let my head fall back to his shoulder as his fingertips caress the edge of my breasts, and I swear there isn’t a single inch of me that isn’t covered with goose bumps. His touch is all around me even though he’s only touching a small part of me … God, he drives me insane.
“I’ve been dying to do this all night … touch you like this in this sexy dress of yours.”
My ass involuntarily thrusts back, feeling his hardness even more through his pants. His fingers push down further until he’s brushing over my hardened nipple. “Ashton,” I breathe as he circles my nipple with his fingers.
“What, baby? What is it?” he whispers roughly against my ear.
“I want you.” My eyes flicker closed at the intense pleasure that’s floating through my bloodstream. I almost groan with frustration when the warmth of his fingers pulls away, but that feeling is quickly replaced as I hear the sound of my zipper being pulled down.
“We need to get you out of this dress then …” he whispers seductively in my ear as he continues to make slow work of the zipper at the back of my dress. “It’s beautiful … but not as beautiful as you.” My lips form into a dreamy smile as his crafted fingers caress along my exposed back the further the zipper slides towards the edge of my ass until my dress falls around my feet. I hear a hiss expel from his lips as his fingers lightly travel down towards my laced underwear, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband.
“How did I get so lucky to find you?” I ask as my lungs become short of breath at the way he sets my body alight with his touch. I can feel his eyes burn into the back of my head and it’s seconds until I feel his intoxicating breath along my cheek. Unbearable heat swirls around me. I begin to feel dizzy with desire.
“It wasn’t luck, it was destiny …”
My heart doubles in rhythm, and I pivot my neck to allow my eyes to take in his handsome face. The hooded emeralds that I’m met with is all it takes before I’m turning into his arms and slamming my lips onto his, gripping hold of his tuxedo vest for dear life. Our tongues collide and he meets me for every eager sweep. His masculine hands make their way down my back until they’re clutched tightly against my bare ass. In one smooth move he lifts me into his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands ripping open his vest before making a quick start on his shirt. I can feel his rock hard cock through the thin lace of my thong, and the feel of him against my throbbing clit has me groaning into his mouth and clawing at his bare shoulders through the gap of his half-unbuttoned shirt. My body moves along with his as he takes a few steps forward until his legs hit the end of the bed. Without moving his lips from mine, he gently lays me on my back against the cool sheets and settles effortlessly between my legs. My legs find their way back around his waist and I roll my hips against his, rubbing myself against his hardness. The growl that vibrates against my mouth has me furiously tearing at his clothes, desperate to discard them for good. I don’t know where this raw sexuality has come from, but right now all I care about is making love to my husband. I need him like the air I breathe. The fiery heat I feel running through my veins, the all-consuming yearning I have for him, only clarifies my need for him.
“Ashton,” I pant as I manage to break away from his lips for a split second before they connect again, his intoxicating taste engulfing my senses.
His hands leisurely wander over my half-naked body, a sensual touch that has lust-filled tingles erupting along every part of my body. “Ashton,” I whimper a second time as my fingers caress along his shoulders, making their way down to his waist until they come to a satisfying stop against his zipper. His hazy eyes meet mine and I have to bite back the moan at how incredibly sexy he looks right now; all flushed, out of breath and turned on.
“Yes, baby?” he asks, his eyes deepening with a darkness that has my fingers working his zipper.
“I want you … now,” I say, and he claims my mouth like it was perfectly made to fit against his. As I strip the rest of his clothes from his body and he rids me of my barely-there thong, we never once lose contact. I can feel the tip of his cock pressing against my drenched opening. His mouth pulls away from mine and he focuses his beautiful green eyes on me.
“I thought I was living the life I thought I was always destined to live … but then destiny decided to put an angel in my path, and from that moment on you took the piece of my heart that was simply coasting through life. You saved me from a life of misery; you saved me from ever existing without you. You’re my life baby, you’re my everything … you saved me.”
A hiss slowly escapes my mouth as his cock slides inside me. I shake my head as a single tear escapes. “No. You’re wrong. We saved each other from a life of misery; we saved each other from ever existing without each other. We saved each other.” My sentence ends on a soft moan as he thrusts inside of me, slowly yet with force.
“I love you, Ava,” he breathes across my lips, and before he gives me a chance to say it back, he’s already closing the space between us, pressing his lips back onto mine. His hips pick up speed as he loses himself in our kiss, thrusting into me at a leisurely pace that leaves me dazed. Unable to verbally express my love for him, I allow my finger to spell out the word ‘I’. Then I draw out a love heart before ending it with the word ‘you’ along the ridge of his shoulder blade. He groans into my mouth the very moment my finger comes to a stop and I know instantly he felt it, that he knew what my words said because his thrusts become more fierce, more intense …