When she whimpered my name, I knew I was doing a good job, and then I let myself slam back inside, ramming right up into her.
That got a low scream of pleasure, and I smirked, taking that as my cue. If she wanted it hard and fast, she was going to get it hard and fast, and I was going to use her ass for my own pleasure.
I set a punishing pace, fucking into her hard enough that the sound of our bodies slapping together rang out in the bathroom.
Her fingers curled against the tile, like she was looking for something to hold on to and coming up empty, and I squeezed her hip again, letting her know I had her. I wasn’t going to let her fall.
She pressed back into me, begging for more, showing she trusted me, and that was a warmth that was different from the rush of pleasure I felt. She trusted me to do this stuff to her, even if it wasn’t her cup of tea all the time, and that was an important thing.
I wanted to get off, to use her, to make a point, but I also wanted her to feel good, too, and judging from the way she was rolling her hips and moaning my name, she did.
So I didn’t let up. I fucked her harder, making sure she was going to be sore, and well-aware of how used she was in the morning.
I planned to try to get her to stay, so I would get to see that.
I lost myself to how good it felt, thrusting into her again and again, until I felt my balls getting heavy and ready to burst.
I wanted Ash to come first, though, so I kept my hand working between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing quick circles into it, working her up.
Her moans got louder and louder, and she started to shake against me, and then when I slammed into her hard one last time, she fell apart, screaming my name so loud it was deafening around us.
I half-hoped someone could hear it.
Her whole body went tight, and I kept working her through it, even while my pace was getting erratic with my own approaching orgasm.
I was so close, and I closed my eyes as I felt it washing over me, burying myself deeper into her so when I finally came in a rush, I pumped my release into her willing body, breathing hard before half slumping over her back.
“Goddamn,” I panted, feeling myself softening inside of her.
I pulled out slowly and she winced, and I watched the flood of my release come spilling out. The pride was palpable. I was the one who’d done that to her.
I was the only one she wanted to do that to her.
It was a good feeling, and I was relaxed and sated while we cleaned up and finally left the shower, wrinkled from the water.
I took a towel and used it to dry Ash off, taking care with her hair and her limbs, pampering her a little.
She'd done well, after all, taking everything I had to give her, and I was proud to call her my own in that moment.
Once we were both clean and dry, we went to my bed. I lent her clothes, and she put on the baggy shirt and sweatpants, practically swimming in them, but there was something so incredibly hot about seeing her in my things.
I almost wanted to grab her and throw her down and go for a third round, as I knew I would want to, but there was time for that later.
We had the whole weekend. It was still the middle of the day, but she looked tired, and I didn't have anything to do, so when she got under the covers with a yawn, I went with her, pulling her into my arms.
I was still not used to the cuddling and having her this close when we weren't having sex, but she smelled warm and clean, and she was comfortable in my arms.
"Do you like this?" I asked her, wanting to know.
She snorted and didn't bother to look up. "It's a little weird. I never took you for the snuggling type."
"I'm not, honestly," I replied, not letting her go. "There's just something about hoarding you after I've wrecked you that does it for me."
"What are you, a dragon?" she teased. "I'm not some treasure you picked up."
I laughed under my breath and didn't give her the satisfaction of diving into that argument. There was no point in it, really. We bickered for the sake of bickering most of the time, and it had its own charm.
It was the dynamic that worked for us, and while there were still a lot of things to figure out with regards to how things were going to proceed, I couldn't deny I was interested to see where they went.
Ash was by far one of the most interesting and fun people I'd ever been around, and I wanted to keep her in my life, whatever that looked like. We could keep sleeping together, or do something official, or just be friends, but I knew I would miss her if she wasn't around.
And I liked to think she felt the same way.
I watched her as she curled up closer, seeking my warmth while she closed her eyes and started to drift off.
When we weren't fighting or poking at each other, we had a comfortable little thing going.
She trusted me, or at least I thought she did, and I wanted to build on that and see what else we could do with that trust. Maybe one day I would get her on stage the club, my preferred partner in crime for a demonstration.
Either way, we had five more months to work things out, and for the first time in a bit, I was feeling optimistic.
Epilogue
Ash
I stood there, heart pounding,
