Katie Ashley - The Pairing

Once he finished, she eased down onto her stomach and curled a pillow under her head. After a few seconds, Pesh lay down beside her. She turned her head and met his gaze. Exhausted and completely sexually satisfied for the first time in her life, all she could muster to say was, “Wow.”

A slow grin spread across his cheeks. “You seem to say that a lot around me after orgasms.”

She laughed. “It’s because you render me absolutely speechless with your talents.”

“Thank you. I could say the same about you.” His gaze left her face and trailed down her naked back. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

Rolling her shoulder blades, she said, “I kinda like it. Makes me feel marked or something.”

He smiled shyly at her. “I like the idea of marking you—making you mine.”

He wanted her to be his. She didn’t know quite what to think about that statement. Did she want to be his? She certainly couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else. Besides the amazing physical chemistry they shared, she was starting to feel such a deep connection to him.

Staring over at him, she couldn’t help wondering what was going on in his mind. “We’ve really done it now, haven’t we?”

“Yes, I do believe that was the universal “it” that we just did,” he teased.

She smacked his arm playfully. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” he murmured.

“No matter what, this changes everything.”

“For the better, I hope.”

“I suppose.” The truth was she’d never really had casual sex before. There was one time her freshman year that she hooked up with a guy at work. It was the first and only time she’d ever done anything so crazy. In that instance, the sex had been over before she’d known it and without her coming even once. After that fiasco, she had never wanted a repeat performance with him or any other random guy, until she’d found herself in a sex slump after Mason’s birth. But with Pesh, the sex had been…she shivered as the remaining echoes washed over her. Before sleeping with Pesh, she could count the number of past sexual partners on one hand, as well as the times she had had even remotely good sex. For Megan, her experience with Pesh was seriously earth shattering and life altering. She couldn’t imagine just walking away now.

Pesh sat up and edged to the side of the bed. He held out his hand to her. “Come on. Let’s shower.”

“If you insist.”

She slid over to him before throwing a leg over the side of the mattress. Although she should have felt a little bashful being naked in front of him, she felt surprisingly comfortable.

When she got into the bathroom, she raised her brows in surprise. “A clawfoot tub?” she questioned.

Pesh laughed. “All the old charm but modern conveniences.” He pointed to the detachable shower head.

“Nice.”

He turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. Once he decided it was warm enough, he took her by the hand and helped her inside. She turned her back to the spray, letting the water clean her up. Pesh didn’t seem to think that was enough because after he soaped up his hands, he began to wash off her back and ass. As his magic hands massaged in slow strokes, she couldn’t resist asking the question that was plaguing her. “Did I feel different?”

His hands stilled on her lower back. “What do you mean?”

Glancing at him over her shoulder, she replied, “That was the first time I’ve had sex since I gave birth to Mason. I just wondered if I felt different. You know, inside.”

His face came to nuzzle her neck. “You felt amazing.”

“Not any different?”

“Did you hear me complaining?”

“No, but I just worried.”

“You have nothing to worry about, my love.” His hand skimmed over her ribcage to cup her breast. As her nipple hardened beneath his fingers, she sucked in a pleased breath. “I want nothing more than to be back inside you as soon as I can.”

“Then why don’t you?” she challenged.

“Fine then. Put your hands on the tile,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she teased before placing her palms on the cool, wet tile.

Pesh slid the gleaming silver shower head between her legs, causing her to gasp at the contact. Then he flicked his wrist to the side, sending the jets of water pounding into her clit. She moaned and threw her head back against his drenched chest. Slowly he started moving the shower head to where it would rub against her. Each time she moved back, the water hit her in just the right spot. She arched her hips as the pressure began to build. Pesh slid his free hand up over her ribcage to cup her breast. He kneaded the flesh, pinching the nipples that were already hardened. She pinched her eyes shut from the sensory overload. Just as she would feel herself about to come, he would shift his wrist so the vibrations hit her in another area, building her again.

“Please, Pesh,” she moaned.

“What, baby?”

“Please make me come.”

“Have you had enough pleasure yet, or should we continue on?” he asked, moving the shower head away from her.

She groaned at the loss. Rubbing her ass against his hardened erection, she begged, “You let me come, and then I’ll make sure you do as well.”

With his knee, he nudged her legs even further apart. When he once again brought the shower head between her legs, it reached even more sensitive areas. It took only a few seconds of the water coupled with his rubbing and her grinding to cause her to scream with the pulsing convulsions. She smacked her hands against the walls as wave after wave pulsed through her. When she finally stopped shuddering, she slowly slid around to smile up at Pesh. “Wow?” he said, with a smile.

She teasingly pinched his arm. “I was going to say exquisitely amazing.”

“I’m sure you were.”

Reaching between them, she took his erection in her hands. “Good thing I’m about to get on my knees because I don’t think I could stand after all that,” she said, with a teasing wink. Bending her head, she began trailing kisses down his wet chest. As she stroked him, she took time to kiss and then suck on his nipples. His groan told her she was finding some of his most sensitive places. After teasing his nipples to erect points, she continued on down his delicious washboard abs and through the dark hair that crowned his erection.

Sinking down onto the floor of the tub, she stroked him hard from base to tip. When his chest began to heave, she leaned over to slide him into her mouth. “Megan,” he groaned, his fingers coming to tangle in the wet strands of her hair. She took him as far back as she could before sliding him out. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive head before she suctioned it. When she released him again, she began long licks up his length. Then she once again slid him in her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down his length. His groans began to echo throughout the bathroom.

“Oh, Megan,” Pesh murmured. His grip on her hair tightened as he flexed his hips to go even deeper into her mouth. When he started tightening up, he tried to pull away, but she gripped his thighs and held him in place. He cried out and then came in a rush into her mouth. She swallowed all of him before she glanced up to see him staring down at her with such adoration in his face.

“Thank you.”

As he fell free from her mouth, she smiled. “You’re welcome.”

He helped her up off the tub floor. “We better hurry up before we use all the hot water in these old pipes.”

“I think you would probably do a good job keeping me warm.”

He smiled. “I feel the same way about you.”

* * *

Although they were tempted for another round, Megan knew Pesh didn’t want to chance it without any condoms. Instead, she tore herself away from him when they finished their shower. She blew her hair dry while he got dressed. Once she finished, he helped her slide back into her dress. Then they left their suite without even turning down the bed.

When they got downstairs, Megan inwardly groaned that the same man was at the reception desk. She knew from his expression that he recognized them as well. As Pesh handed him the key card, Megan decided to make the most of the situation.

She rubbed Pesh’s arm. “Thanks again, Mr. Nadeen. Make sure to call me again next time you’re in Savannah. I love big spenders like you,” she purred.

While the man’s eyes bulged, Pesh stared at Megan like she had grown another head. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no words of admonishment came out. When he finally, recovered, he tersely replied, “I’ll try to remember that, Miss McKenzie.”

Truly playing her part, Megan turned on her heels and started walking across the lobby. She didn’t get far before Pesh was at her side. After shoving the hotel bill into his suit pocket, he slid his arm around her waist, drawing her close against him. “You are in so much trouble,” he growled into her ear.

She giggled as they walked out of the hotel. “Mmm, are you going to punish me by taking me over your knee and spanking me?”

“I just might,” he replied.

Tilting her head, she eyed him in the street lights. “You can’t seriously expect me to believe that you of all people are into BDSM?”

“No, I’m not.”

She snorted. “Once again, that doesn’t surprise me.”

When he stopped walking right in the middle of the crowded street, she stared up at him in surprise. “A good spanking, some handcuffs, and a blindfold all have possibilities. As far as all that other stuff?” His thumb came up to trail slowly across her bottom lip. “If one truly knows how to fuck, you don’t need any accessories and embellishments.”

She licked her lips as a little shiver went down her spine. “And you certainly know what you’re doing. You just got me wet right here in the middle of the street.”

His jaw clenched as he took her by the arm. “Don’t say anything else like that. I need to get you home.”

“To your bed?” she asked.

“I wish. But you need to go home to your family.”

Megan didn’t argue with him because she knew he was right. She had a son to think about. Regardless of how tempting it was, she just couldn’t go on some pleasure binge when she was a mother. But there was a part of Megan that didn’t want the bubble to burst by leaving Pesh and going home to her regular life. She wanted nothing more than go back to his place. Sex with Pesh had been phenomenal. And despite being a little sore from underuse, she certainly felt ready for more. Sex, that was.

Pesh grabbed them a taxi, and they made the drive back to the airport. Even though they didn’t speak, Megan didn’t feel awkward around him after what they had done. He sat as close to her as he could with her hand clasped in his.

Once they got back to the plane, she felt exhaustion begin to set in. Leaning back against the headrest, she closed her eyes as Pesh went about getting them ready to take off. She only opened her eyes again when she felt them start racing down the runway. When they got into the air, she couldn’t help sitting on the edge of her seat and peering out the windows at the city lights. “It’s so beautiful in the dark.”

“Sometimes I think I favor flying at night.”

“You do?”

He nodded. “For some reason, it seems much more tranquil. There’s a vulnerability to it as well. In the day, everything is within your sight distance. But in the dark, you have to rely on your instruments and instincts.”

“I’d love to learn how to fly.”

“You would?”

She nodded. “I’ve always thought it would be something amazing to learn.”

“Then I’ll teach you.”

She turned to him in surprise. “Really?”

“Sure. Why not?”

With a shrug, she replied, “You’re a busy man, and I don’t know how fast a learner I would be.”

He smiled. “For you I would make time.”

As she stared at him across the small interior of the plane, she knew she was ready to make more time for him as well. Where it would lead them, she couldn’t wait to see.

As the cornflower-blue horizon spread out for miles and miles before her, Megan couldn’t help fighting the urge to pinch herself. She was actually up in Pesh’s plane during her first flight lesson. From the moment they had taken off, she had been overwhelmed by such a surreal feeling. It must’ve been something about being in control of the plane as it rocketed down the runway and then took off into the sky. Of course, she really wasn’t in total control of the plane. Pesh was able to take over at any moment from his spot in the co-pilot’s seat. That made her feel a little better considering she had so little flying experience, and the manual she had read at least twice didn’t prepare you for everything.