But I don’t let him finish.
My mouth closes around him, slowly at first, just the tip, before I take more, hollowing my cheeks as I drag my tongue along the underside.
“A—fuck—” His hand shoots out, his fingers threading into my hair, not pushing, just holding on.
I pull back and lick my lips, loving the way his hips jerk forward like he can’t help it.
“You were saying?” I tease in a low voice, thick with heat.
His jaw flexes, and his eyes darken. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I smile. “That’s the plan.”
And then I take him deeper as my hands grip his thighs. I feel every tense muscle under my palms as I work him over—slow, then fast, pulling sounds out of him I’ve never heard before.
“Ame—baby—” His voice is wrecked, raw, the hand in my hair tightening as I push him closer and closer to that edge.
And god, I love having this kind of power over him—watching him completely unravel beneath me.
Ash’s fingers tighten in my hair, and a deep, guttural groan rips from his throat as I take him deeper, feeling every hard pulse beneath my tongue. He is close—so close—I can feel it in the way his thighs tense, his hips buck up into my mouth, and his breath comes in rough, ragged gasps.
But then, suddenly, he yanks me back with a force that has me gasping, my lips wet and swollen, and a sharp breath leaves my lungs as he pulls me up to his chest.
“Fuck, Amelia,” he growls, his forehead pressed against mine, his breath hot against my face. “I’m not finishing like that.”
I barely catch my breath before he grabs my hips, his eyes dark, wild, and starving.
“I’m finishing with you wrapped around me,” he rasps. “Ride me.”
A wicked smile curves my lips as I straddle him, and my knees sink into the sheets on either side of his thick thighs. He leans back against the headboard, his hands gripping my hips like he is barely holding himself together.
“You want me to take control, Lieutenant?” I tease, my fingertips tracing down his chest, feeling his heart race beneath my palm.
His hands squeeze my hips tighter. “Amelia.”
I don’t make him ask again.
Lifting myself just enough, I position him beneath me, the tip pressing right where I need it, and god—the stretch as I slowly sink down onto him steals every bit of air from my lungs. His name escapes my lips in a breathless moan as I fill myself, inch by thick inch.
Ash’s head slams back against the headboard, his fingers digging into my hips. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
I brace my hands against his chest and move, slowly at first, rolling my hips just to watch him lose it—his eyes half lidded, hismouth parted, and every muscle in his jaw ticking as he fights for control.
But then his hands flex hard, and he snaps his hips up into me, forcing a sharp cry from my throat.
“Faster,” he growls. “I want to watch you fall apart on me.”
And I do.
I ride him hard as the headboard knocks against the wall with every frantic movement. His hands guide me, his name a constant prayer on my lips as I feel that tightening coil deep inside.
“Ash—”
“I got you, baby.” He thrusts up harder, deeper, until I shatter around him, crying out as pleasure rips through me in blinding waves.
He follows right after, his whole body tensing beneath me as he spills inside. Then he pulls me down hard against him as he groans my name like it’s the only thing he knows.
Breathless. Shaking. Completely wrecked.
