Dr. Fate

Too much

I tell her about my family, school, work, friends. I basically pour out everything to her. Then I answer her questions about Ashton informing her that I love the man and hope to spend the rest of my life with him if all things go well. That answer made her smile and I was officially welcomed to the family before she sent me upstairs to get ready for this evening.

When I get up to the room, I find Ashton stripping off his clothes. I walk up to him only for him to catch my wrist and push my hands up against the wall.

My chest tightened with excitement.

Obviously my body doesn't understand when I said no more sex while we are here. So I voice it to Ashton who smirks, just before his tongue enters my mouth and he captures both of my wrists in one of his large hands. I moan as his hand slips up my shirt and pinches my nipple. Shooting pulses of pleasure and desire fires through me, pooling in my core

He steps back and grabs the hem of my shirt, ripping it over my head and tossing it to the ground before letting his gaze travel over my body.

Taking a step back, he eyes me like a predator might eye its prey. He pushes down his sweats and boxers. His large erection bobbing out, ready and eager.

"Turn on the shower," he commands.

"No more sex, Ashton," I force past my lips as I push off the wall and move to my bag.

He laughs and shakes his head as if what I said is completely absurd. It's not. "I don't think we have "too much" sex, Bambi." I glare at him. "I haven't had you in so long."

I roll my eyes and lay out a dress for today then I walk into his bathroom to take a shower. I open the glass door to a large square shower and turn the knobs until I have the right temperature. Of course my insistent man is right behind me.

"Get in," he says in a firm voice that had all the spit drying up in my mouth.

I step into the warm spray, letting it coat my body. He steps in after me and despite there being plenty of room, he pushes me against the tile wall before reaching up to adjust the shower head. The spray hits my body as he leans down to my lips.

I chance my hands on his shoulders and let my touch run along his collarbone and up to his neck before grabbing the back of his head. An unexpected urgency comes over me. I needed him.

He's my prescription. He's my addiction. I could never have too much.

I pull on the back of his neck, adding force to the kiss. He moans into my mouth, lifting my knee high. His body dips right before his hard length sears into me.

His lips meet mine again, sensual and passionate. He thrusts into me, filling me up and hitting all the right spots. I moan into his mouth as he thrusts again, his tempo speeding up quickly. The warms water beating down on us as he rocks deeper into my body.

Everything begins to tighten in my body.

He continues to pound into me, holding my knee on his hip. Tingles turn into crashing waves of pleasure right before an orgasm rips through me, stealing my breath away.

He groans against my lips, shaking against me in a climax of his own.

Everything slows down as the waves of delight flow through me. His kisses becoming lighter, but no less sensual.

When he looks at me something indecipherable sparkles in the depths of his blue eyes. Without a word he takes a step back and runs his fingers through his wet hair then down his face.

Feeling all loose and tingly, I shake out my arms. Little bursts of pleasure still spark through me. I step away from the wall only to have my knees give out. I should've shook those out as well.

Ashton catches me with a chuckle, leaning in and softly running his lips across mine. "You okay?"

I just sigh, because I don't think I'm okay. I think he broke me.

After watching me for a moment, probably to make sure I don't fall into the glass door, he grabs a bar of soap and lathers it up between his hands. He lets his palms roam over me, kneading my breast before massaging my back. His hand works down and cups my ass then moves around, rubbing between my legs, cleaning the slickness from our lovemaking.

"I'm hard again," he whispers, letting his lips drift down my neck. As evidence, his length slides between my cheeks and against my slit. "I wish we had more time."

With swift movements, he soaps himself off before rinsing. I watch his hands drift over his mouthwatering body. White suds wash down his bumpy stomach, large manhood, and muscular thighs. A smirk rises on his lips when he catches me staring.

After washing his hair he turns off the water and gently steers me out of the shower, placing me on the memory foam bath mat laid out on the floor. With a towel he dries me slowly before wiping himself down.

I grab a towel off the rack and wrap it around me as he finishes drying himself. And walks out of the bathroom, tossing his towel into the hamper as he passes. I follow behind.