Ash

When I reached up and caught Jesse's wrist, he let me pull him to the side of the tub. I shifted, spreading my legs and motioning for him to join me with a tilt of my head. He hesitated only a moment before stripping slowly.

It shouldn't be possible for a man to be so flawless.The muscles of his arms and chest rippled under his perfectly bronzed skin as he pulled his shirt over his head. He paused under the weight of my gaze for a moment, looking almost nervousbefore he bent down a second time to slip his briefs off.

It was the first time I'd seen him naked. Whatever I'd expected, it hadn't been enough. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. The light trail of hair that ran from his navel ended in a neatly trimmed backdrop that served to highlight the size and perfection hanging against it.

He stepped into the tub and slid down with his back against my chest as I tightened my arms around his ribs and let my lips explore the sensitive skin just behind his ear. My gaze wandered along his body, and as I watched through the crystal water, he began to harden at my touch, just as I had at his.

My lips and tongue worked their way along his neck as I watched him grow and pulse, my own length pressing almost painfully into the small of his back. His breath became heavy and fast, peppered with moments in which I wasn't sure he was breathing at all. I slipped one arm from around his shoulders and slid it under the water, my fingers studying his chest. As I brushed them across a small, hardened nipple, his breath caught. Good. Palm pressed tightly against his skin, I slid my hand down and let my fingertips brush across his silky, swollen head. His body twitched and a moan escaped him.

He shook his head. "Ash, we don't…"

My teeth caught his ear triggering another full- body twitch.

"Shhh. Come with me, love." I whispered breathlessly.

I stood and offered him my hand. He took it without hesitation, his eyes glowing as if embers smoldered behind them as he stood and faced me. I felt my ass twitch as I stared at his dripping form. I groaned deeply and deliberately, eliciting that grin that always sent shivers down my spine.

As we stepped out of the tub, I reached for a towel, taking my time as I ran it over his skin, exploring every inch as I workedmy way slowly down his body. As I knelt to dry his thighs, I leaned in and flicked the tip of my tongue along his slit to lap up the moisture that glistened there enticingly. His hands flew to my shoulders, gripping them tightly and I wondered just how long it had been since anyone had touched him. Too long.

I took his hand and led him to the bed. Our mouths found one another and there was only his touch. Only the strength of the arms that wrapped around me, the heat of his skin, the hard length pressing into my hip. Our tongues danced as we gasped for breath, and I took his air into my lungs as if it were life itself. I'd never wanted anyone like this.

I tightened my arms around him and dug my fingers into his shoulder blades as I fell onto my back, pulling him on top of me; instantly hooking my knees around his hips. God, the intensity of his touch. His body somehow seemed so much bigger than mine, so much harder, so much warmer. I dug my calf against his ass, grinding up against him as I moaned into his kiss.

"Please," I begged against his lips. "I need you inside me."

His lips pulled away, his eyes searching mine until I broke our gaze to reach into the nightstand for lube. When our eyes caught again, I realized I hadn't thought this through.

"I don't keep protection here. No need when it's just me and my hand." I sighed sadly.

He was strangely unphased as he brushed his lips gently across mine. "You always use it at work, right?"

"Of course I do." What kind of question was that?

"Then I don't care if we don't."

I groaned and shivered fiercely.

"God, the idea of you, skin to skin; to feel you come deep inside of me."

He shook in my arms whenI leaned up to catch his mouth once more as I reached between us with a handful of lube. His teeth sank into my skin, and I felt his breath pause. I was afraid he was going to come before I got to feel him inside of me. I guided him down, and he pressed lightly, holding himself in place. The gentle pressure was almost too much to take.

His kiss slowed, lips delicately caressing mine, breath hot against my skin, forcing me to take notice of every sensation rather than letting need drive us. I pulled against his ass with my calf and his hips pressed forward. The sensation was overwhelming, and my breath caught in my chest. I pulled harder, encouraging him forward. His hips pressed again, and his flared head popped into me.

My body left the bed as my back arched and my head fell back; my cry filled with both pain and ecstasy. He stopped moving, terrified he'd hurt me. I barely noticed; I was so lost in trying to remember to breathe. I panted and groaned, lost in the sensation of fullness, the stinging stretch, the heat of his skin. He held until I was able to bring my eyes back to his. They were full of concern. Need. Love. I slipped my arms around his ribs, fingers digging into his shoulders as my lips sought his.

"Slowly." I whispered before parting his lips with mine.

He arched his torso up and reached down, slipping anarm under my low back to pull our bodies together. Our kiss was different now, tender and careful. When he began to move, it was unhurried and deliberate. He inched into me as we clung to one another. Panting, moaning, whimpering.

There was nothing else; only soft warm skin and mingled breath and rushing heartbeats. I felt every inch of him as he pressed into me, and when his hips finally settled against my skin, I wasn't sure if it had been minutes or hours. I wasn't even sure I was still breathing. He held there, and our lips met gently once more.

"Move now my love," I whispered into his kiss, and he began to slowly pull back.

He was so thick, every inch of him slid along that deep bundle of nerves, and it was all I could do to simply cling to him as he settled into an indescribably slow, smooth rhythm. There was only this. There had only ever been this. Only him.

When I was able to remember anything existed other than the feel of his arms and belly and cock, I kissed gently along the side of his neck where my face was buried. The pleasure built with each long stroke. He was ecstasy.Each movement taking me higher. I clung to him as he moved against me, inside of me. With every snap of his hips, he pressed erratic gasps and whimpered moans into the skin of my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, love, I don't think I can hold out much longer." My voice was a trembling whisper.

"Don't try," he moaned and kissed my jaw. "Just let yourself feel me."

I did. I let go of everything else until there was only his strong chest pressing against my own. The light covering of hair on his lower abs slidingagainst the underside of my cock. The way he filled me completely, hot and slick with no barrier between us. The world disappeared as I rode wave after wave of pleasure.

He cried out into the bend of my neck, and I felt a rush of heat deep inside me. Every muscle in his body strained and spasmed as he thrust, uncontrolled and hard. The world shattered into darkness as pleasure surged through me and I fell into the abyss with him.

We clung to one another; panting, whimpering, lost in each other, our bodies trembling together with achingly raw pleasure. As our breath slowed, he gently slipped his arm out from behind my back and as his hips shifted, I quickly tightened my leg around him, holding him in place. I wasn"t ready for his body to leave mine.

"Stay." I nearly begged in a whisper.

His eyes rose over mine, smiling gently, bright and gold in the dim light as his fingers brushed my hair back from my forehead and cheek.

"Always." His lips brushed mine tenderly. "I wasn't going anywhere."

Our lips played gently, completely lost in one another, fingertips trailing along silken skin untilhe softened and slipped from me, drawing one last soundless gasp from my soul. He slid to my side to curl up with his head on my shoulder, his thigh across my hips, his hand resting on my chest. His touch was like no other. I'd never felt this way with anyone.

I wrapped my fingers around his. This was home.