I sank into her slowly, inch by inch, reveling in the sensation of heat between us. I had to still when I got as deep as I could go. I needed to empty my head of the reality of what was between us, what was happening. If I didn’t, this would be over too quickly, and I never wanted this to be over.

I started to move out of her slowly, watching her, wanting to see what she was feeling by looking at her beautiful face. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as I dragged my flesh against hers.

“Ash,” I whispered.

“You feel so good,” she replied.

I responded by slamming back into her. I couldn’t stop myself. My body had overtaken my head. I needed to fuck her.

Small noises I’d never heard her make before slipped from her lips. The Ash underneath me was someone I’d never known before. I pushed my face into her neck and licked, wanting to taste the sheen developing on her skin. It was like nectar, and I bit down wanting more of it. She clenched around me, and I groaned as I dragged myself out of her. I was so hard, so close, so ready, but I wanted her there again, with me this time. I didn’t know how her body worked yet. I didn’t know what her turn-ons were. I grinned at the thought that I would be learning all of them very soon.

Without breaking our contact, I leaned back on my knees, lifting her ass to rest on my thighs. I ran my hands down her body, pinching one nipple, then the other, interrupting the movement of her breasts as they shifted in time with my thrusts. I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back for long. My palm smoothed across her taut stomach, then lower until my thumb found her clitoris. She moaned as she flung her hands over her head, grabbing at the pillows behind her.

“Is that what you like?” I asked. “You like me to rub you while I’m fucking you?”

Her breaths were short and tight, and our eyes locked together as her mouth opened a fraction wider, giving me my answer.

“More, please God, more,” she said breathlessly.

“I want you to come for me,” I said as I increased my pace.

“Please, more,” she replied. She looked so fucking beautiful—undone, open, mine.

I thrust harder and faster, gritting my teeth, trying to stop myself from falling before her. Then she was there; her back arched and she shuddered. And all the while her eyes were fixed on mine. I emptied myself into her, coming so strongly I thought I might pass out—a combination of the exertion and the ecstasy.

I collapsed on top of her and then moved to the side, pulling her closer. She was precious, like an abandoned treasure I’d finally found. I never wanted to let her go. I was still panting as I pressed my lips to her temple. “You’re amazing.”

We lay there, our breathing returning to normal, until Ash tried to move out of my arms. I pulled her closer.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said.

“Don’t be long,” I said, not wanting to lose contact with her for a second. I would have followed her if she wouldn’t think I was a total lunatic. “Water?” I asked and she nodded.

I came back to the bedroom from the kitchen with two glasses of water at the same time Ash returned wearing a t-shirt.

“What are you wearing?” I asked.

“A Wonder Woman costume. What does it look like I’m wearing?” She sounded as if she thought I was crazy.

“We can try that tomorrow. In fact, I insist we try that tomorrow,” I replied and she rolled her eyes. “I mean, why do you have clothes on? I want you naked in my arms.”

She looked at me coyly, and I reached for the hem of her shirt. She didn’t resist as she lifted her arms so I could strip it off. “And underwear?” I asked, incredulous. “Off,” I said.

She giggled and kicked off her panties and crawled under the sheets, and I followed. I pulled her to me, and she lay in the crook of my arm, her head resting on my shoulder. She smoothed her hand down my chest, and I felt myself harden again. Jesus, I was like a teenager.

“Do you feel weird?” she asked. I felt anything but weird.

“No.”

“But it’s us, Luke. We’re friends.”

“We’re best friends, and no, I don’t feel weird. I feel stupid for not making a move on you sooner. What about you?” I asked.

She trailed her fingers over my chest, then lower where she found me hard and ready for her again. She circled my cock with her fist, dragging it up with the perfect amount of pressure.

“I don’t think you feel weird,” I whispered. “Tell me what you’re feeling. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

She looked up at me, heat simmering in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me from behind. Hard.”

I groaned at her words and rolled her onto her back, dipping my lips to hers. “Such a dirty mouth,” I whispered between kisses.

I held myself above her. “Turn over.” She twisted so she was lying on her stomach. I put my knees on either side of her and swept her hair from her neck. “Put your arms out and don’t move,” I said. She did as I asked, surrendering to me. I wasn’t done kissing her. My mouth found her neck and then wandered across her shoulder blades. I licked down her spine to the small of her back. Her skin was so smooth, so perfect. My tongue trailed lower to the dimples just above her ass, and I smoothed my hands over her buttocks. Her ass was rounded and soft. I pulled her cheeks apart, and she squirmed beneath me and tried to look back at what I was doing.

“What—”

“Shhh. Lay back down.” I blew across the exposed skin and she groaned. “Has anyone had you here?” I asked.

“No,” she whimpered.

I tightened at the thought of being the first to claim her ass. Not today, but soon. I needed to be inside her quickly. I pulled back. “Get on all fours,” I said and she scrambled to her knees. Her nipples had beaded and her breathing was shallow and quick—she was ready for me.

Without warning, I plunged into her.

“Luke!” Her hands gripped the sheets as her head dropped, and I thrust in again.

“You like this? You like it hard, baby?” I reached for her shoulders and clamped my hands over them, ensuring that I went deep every time I pushed into her.

“Yes, just like that.” Her voice was bumpy and weak, as though her energy was somewhere else.

She was so tight, and I got so deep it was perfect. I picked up the pace, trying not to concentrate on the noises she was making. The sounds coming from her made me feel as though there was no one who could do this to her. It made me feel powerful, as if I owned her.

She clenched hard, milking my cock. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” I shouted as her arms collapsed from under her as she gave in to her climax. As soon as I knew she was there, I let go, losing all sense of what I was doing.

I collapsed on top of her, feeling as if I’d run a marathon. My hands found hers, and I interlaced our fingers, wanting to stay as connected to her as I could.

Ashleigh

Sleep must have claimed us at some point because I woke up in the crook of Luke’s arm to his gentle snoring. I glanced at the clock. We’d been up most of the night. I snuck to the bathroom, and as I got back into bed, he reached for me in his sleep. Did he know who he was reaching for? Did he think I was Emma? My gut churned at the thought, and I avoided his arms.

He turned toward me and opened his eyes. “Ash, come here.”

I smiled, both at him wanting me close and at my silly assumption. He knew it was me. I got back into bed and let myself be enveloped in his arms.

“I’m going to need to get in the shower in a minute,” I said. Spooning, I couldn’t see his face.

“Sounds like a great idea,” he said. “And then we can come back to bed.”

“No.” I giggled. “I need to go and get Mrs. Malcolm her shopping.” Mrs. Malcolm lived on the ground floor, and although she still managed to get around, she found it difficult to carry groceries.