Page 182 of Fame & Rhythm

The pressure builds higher.

I arch my back, struggling to keep myself upright as everything starts to tighten. My breath comes out uneven, my body trembling under the intensity, but he doesn’t let up.

His pace turns relentless, each thrust driving deeper into the rhythm he’s set.

My eyes squeeze shut…

And then I’m gone.

The release hits hard, my body vibrating through the pleasure. “Holy shit!” I moan as my fingers grip into the bedsheets, my knuckles turning white. My breath catches as the climax rips through me, my body shaking with it. It hits so hard I almost fall forward onto the bed, but he keeps hold of me, helping me ride through the storm as it hits.

At the same time, he groans behind me, his movement faltering, his body jerking against mine as he groans the most delicious sound. “Fuck, Annie!” he mumbles almost incoherently. His finger against my clit stalls as his cock thrusts deep inside me one last time when he comes too, his body pressing into mine as the tension breaks and I feel him unload inside the condom inside me.

We both collapse onto the bed, completely spent.

For a moment, all I can hear is our breathing.

He shifts slightly, pulling out of me, then he brushes my hair from my face, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “So… how’s that for different?” he asks, still catching his breath.

I laugh softly, wiping the sweat from my brow. “That, Aston Soulding, was the best kind of different I’ve ever had.”

He chuckles, rolling onto his back and pulling me with him. I settle against his chest, my head resting just under his chin as we both come down from the high.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” I admit quietly.

He runs his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear before kissing the top of my head. “Lennox… it’s like that because it’s you,” he says softly. “It doesn’t get better than this.”

His words land… but so does the thought that follows.

Amber.

I shift slightly, looking up at him. “Was she really good?”

He tenses.

“Lennox…” he starts, shaking his head. “You don’t need to go there.”

“But was she better than me?” I press. “She had more experience, right?”

His hands come up, holding my face gently but firmly, making me meet his eyes. “Hey. Stop.” His tone is calm, but there’s no room to argue. “I’m with you. I want you. What we just had? That’s real. That’s ours. Don’t drag her into this.”

I exhale, the tension easing slightly. “Sorry, just my jealousy talking.”

His expression softens again. “I love you, baby. What we just shared… that’s every-damn-thing. I don’t want that with anyone else.”

My chest warms at his words.

“Can we do it again?” I ask, a small smile tugging at my lips.

He huffs out a quiet laugh. “I wasn’t finished with you yet.”

I shift off him, reaching for his wallet.

“And this time,” he adds, eyes dark with intent. “You’re on top.”

***

After my first time on top, another round with him behind me, and then one more missionary, where he made slow and sweet love to me, we were spent. It was the early hours of the morning, and I was sore and couldn’t handle any more.