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face, slid down my back, and tickled over my shoulders as I arched then stretched out upon my stomach. I crossed my ankles, bending my legs up behind me, swinging them in the air. 
    “Only you can quench my hunger,” I replied, reaching out, tearing the white towel from his waist.
    Ashton’s iced white eyes shifted into shades of bluish-silver. He placed one knee onto the bed. I dropped my legs, giving him better access. Ashton’s large hands wandered up the back of my legs, finding my bum, squeezing it with possession. He kissed my shoulder. I lifted my ass up. He pulled me up by the waist, kissed my right globe then backed me into him, securing my hips with his hands until I was on my hands and knees. 
    Ashton’s fingers splayed across the span of each hip then he moved. One hand pressed into the small of my back while his other hand located my swollen slit. 
    “Um…” I moaned, biting my lip. 
    Ashton rubbed my clit in a slow circle. I pressed myself into his hand.
    “Do you like that, my dove?” Ashton asked.
    “Oh … God, yes.” 
    “Do you wish for more?”
    “Please,” I said.
    Ashton slid his fingers to my opening. He circled the opening to my body then skidded up to my pearl, rubbing. Two more circling rubs, and I was going to beg him.
    “Please, I want…”
    My breath ceased when Ashton tweaked my clit between his thumb and forefinger.
    “What do you wish, Trinity?”
    “Your fingers. Put your fingers inside of me.”
    Ashton gathered my own moisture then inserted his finger into my wanting. I bucked with the feeling then relaxed as Ashton slide his long finger into my tight opening, all the way to the hilt.  Ashton stopped. He kept his finger there, unmoving. My body pulsed around him. Moving slowly, his slick digit plunged in and out, in and out. 
    “Trinity, are you all right?”
    “Yes,” I said, feeling as if I should fall to my face and lift my ass higher as an offering to the magical powers he possessed.
    “You feel swollen. Are you sore?”
    “A little, but please don’t stop.” Along with the pain there was searing pleasure. Ashton did something with his finger, hitting a spot so tender, so filled with satisfaction that I pushed back and moaned. “Oh … yes.”
    Ashton pulled his finger out of my hot, wet sheath in a slow retreat. Then inserted two fingers. My feminine channel stretched. He fingered me while his other hand reached around and fondled my nipples. I ground myself, without shame, upon his fingers.
    “Bloody hell.” His fingers moved faster.
    He pulled out, pushed in. Fingering my pussy, making it purr.
    “God, Ashton, you make me feel—”
    “What do you feel, Trinity?” His voice was low.
    “So…” I pressed back into another thrust of his fingers. My head rocked forward, my breath hitched. “Good,” I finally muttered.
    Ashton rose up behind me like a sex god. I looked at him from over my shoulder. He grabbed a hold of his raging erection, guiding it to me. He pulled his fingers free. Penetrated my body with his hard as steel dick.
    “Sweet Jesus,” he muttered. 
    “Aaa…” I moaned. 
    I reveled in the sweet satisfaction of my body accepting his body, feeling the stretch of those aching inner muscles as he pushed past the ache and created a different kind of ache.
    “Are you all right?” Ashton asked.
    “Yes.”
    Ashton snuggled up into my deepest point. His pelvis pressed against the plumpness of my ass. He grabbed on to my hips, pulled back, and thrust.
    “Yes,” I moaned, feeling the first thrust rock me, unable to hold back the bliss.
    He set a slow easy pace.
    “Harder,” I said. “Please, Ashton, I need…”
    “More,” he said, finishing my request.
    “Yes.”
    He gave me what I asked for. With every thrust, I moaned, “yes.” With every “yes,” Ashton answered with a harder thrust. 
    “Bloody hell, Trinity, you are on fire,” he said, rocking my world.
    When he placed his arm around my waist, allowing his fingers