A rough, primal growl escaped his throat as the last of his restraint gave way.
Breaking the kiss only long enough to catch his breath, he turned her, guiding her gently but firmly onto all fours. He lifted her hips slightly, his heated gaze sweeping over her toned back before settling on her flushed face as she glanced back at him.
"You're going to be the death of me," he murmured, his voice thick and strained.
Ashley held his gaze, her breathing uneven, her cheeks burning as the charged silence stretched between them, each heartbeat echoing the anticipation neither of them could deny.
He positioned himself at her pussy's entrance, his gaze locked on hers for the briefest moment before he pushed forward in one powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt. Ashley's breath caught as a helpless moan spilled from her lips. Her back arched instinctively, and her trembling legs struggled to support her beneath the overwhelming sensation.
