Page 178 of Fame & Rhythm

This feels different.

Better.

He pulls my shirt over my head, no hesitation. I do the same to his, my eyes dropping to his strong, defined chest. That sharp V dipping beneath his waistband makes my stomach tighten with need.

He steps in again, guiding me back toward the bed. Bare feet sink into the soft carpet as I move, every nerve in my body lit up. His hands grip my hips as he lowers to his knees.

I look down at him, my breath catching while Aston takes his time.

His hands slide up my legs, slow and deliberate, until they reach the waistband of my jeans. He undoes them with practiced ease, his eyes flicking up to mine before leaning in, pressing a kiss to my stomach.

My breath stutters, then he drags my jeans and panties down together. I step out of them, watching him as he presses kisses along my leg, his hands following, grounding, steady. Every touch sends a ripple through me.

I thread my fingers into his hair as his mouth moves higher, closer, anticipation tightening low in my belly.

Aston parts my legs, guiding me without asking, and I let him.

His mouth brushes where I need him most, and my head tips back instantly, a sharp breath leaving me. He doesn’t rush.

That’s what undoes me.

His tongue drags slowly, testing, learning, before his hand joins in, a single finger pressing inside me. I gasp, my body tightening around the sensation.

Then his mouth finds my clit…

And I’m gone.

A moan spills from me as he sets a rhythm, steady and precise. His finger moves with it, then another joins, stretching, filling, steadily building the pressure.

My knees weaken, and he knows.

He always knows.

He shifts, one hand pressing gently to my stomach, guiding me back onto the bed. I fall onto the mattress, breathing unevenly, my legs hanging over the edge as he positions himself between them.

No hesitation now.

His fingers move deeper, faster. His mouth follows, relentless in its focus.

I grip his hair, holding on as the tension coils tighter, hotter. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire.

“I’m close, Ast,” I manage.

That’s all it takes.

His pace changes, stronger, sharper, pushing me right to the edge. My back arches, my toes curling as everything inside me tightens, building, building…

Then it hits.

Hard.

My body flames with heat, flashes of light blasting behind my eyes as goose bumps pebble across my skin. My entire body shudders as the release tears through me, my voice breaking on his name as I come apart beneath him. My breathing is rushed and harsh while the waves roll over me as the pleasure subsides.

It takes a moment to come back down.

Aston eases up, pressing a trail of kisses along my thigh before moving over me. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Annie Slade,” he murmurs, his voice rough now, edged with satisfaction. He dips his head, teasing my nipple with a soft bite that makes me laugh breathlessly.

“Holy shit, Aston… that was unreal,” I whisper.