I shivered. If she kept that up, I wasn't going to last long enough to get to what I wanted to do, so I reached out for her before she could go back down, pulling her to her feet and then against me so we were chest to chest, the heat and the slickness making it so easy for me to give in and touch her everywhere.
I put my hands at her hips at first, and then moved them down and around to her ass, groping it and squeezing, pulling her impossibly closer.
Her eyes were dark with desire, and I knew mine probably were, too, and when I leaned in to kiss her, I poured all the want I felt for her into it.
I didn't care that her mouth had just been on my cock. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to lay claim to every bit of her, making sure that when we finally parted for the week, she would remember that she was mine.
The jealousy had faded, knowing that she and Simon weren't going to be a couple (and I had my own thoughts as to why), but I was still left with a pounding possessiveness that felt almost like a primal urge to grab her and make sure she knew where she belonged.
I was pretty sure if I said that, though, she wouldn't like it, so I tried to show it with my mouth on hers and my hands on her ass, and when I let a finger slip between her cheeks to probe at that furled pink hole, she gasped softly into the kiss.
If she told me no, I would respect it, of course, but I was willing to bet that she wasn't going to say no.
As much as she liked to protest, Ash liked an adventure and she liked trying things. She liked to push herself, and she liked when I pushed her.
I waited, just in case, though, and when all she did was let out a shaky breath, I kept going, probing just a bit inside that heat. I didn't go further, since she wasn't prepared, but I had announced my intention, and it switched the mood from playful to intense in about a second.
Ash clung to me a little and when I reached for the bottle of oil I kept in the shower to slick things up when I needed it, she licked her lips and looked up at me.
I arched an eyebrow, waiting to see if she had something to say, but she just ended up tucking her face into the crook of my neck, and I smiled, more than alright with that.
The oil went on my fingers, and I slicked them up before replacing the bottle on the shower caddy. I trailed a slippery finger down her spine starting from the nape of her neck and ending at the swell of her ass, and then I moved back between her cheeks.
Her hole was there, curled and ready, and I pressed that finger against it again, smiling when it yielded to me with no issue.
She wanted it. Her body wanted it.
I still let my free hand stroke her skin soothingly, and I murmured a "Relax for me," just in case she needed the instruction.
But she was taking it like a pro, breathing through the stretch as I worked one finger in and out of her tight ass, and I had to wonder if she'd done it before.
There was the time when I'd made her wear a plug under her clothes, but that was different. That was her doing it to herself, going at her own pace and stopping when she needed to.
And I was pretty sure she hadn't done it because she wanted to, even if it had led to a spectacular orgasm for her in her car.
No, I was wondering if someone else had ever been where I planned to go. If this was uncharted territory, or if I was going to be wiping away the memory of someone else.
Either way, it was going to be something for her to remember, and I planned to leave my claim there just as surely as I'd left it on all her other holes.
She was mine, and they were mine, and that was how it was.
When it seemed like she was taking one finger with no issue, I added a second, really stretching her open then. She gasped softly and muffled a moan against the skin of my neck.
Her legs spread a bit, and I knew it was because her pussy was getting wet from me toying with her ass, which was such a turn on. She got wet so easily, making herself slick and available for me, and I was already thinking about round three where I would fuck her in my bed with her in the clothes I planned to lend to her.
It was only Saturday. There was still all of Sunday, and I planned to see if she would stay the whole weekend with me. We deserved a do-over after the way our last weekend had gone.
If we could keep things going well, then I would take her back to the cabin one day and we could try that again. The thing she'd said about having a bondage dungeon up there where no one could find us had been sticking in my mind lately, and it wasn't a bad idea. I could tie her to trees or to the railing on the porch and use her as much as I wanted to.
For the moment, we were in the shower, and I had two fingers buried in her ass, and she was gasping and rolling her hips, clearly looking for more.
I intended to make her take three fingers, just to make sure she was opened up properly for me, so I could be rough with her without fear of hurting
