Their kisses and moans were the only sounds echoing in the stillness of the apartment. The couch creaked under the weight of them—bodies close, breathing closer.
Celeste sat on Ash's lap, knees tucked to either side of him, her thighs bare and warm against his. She was already down to just her bra and underwear—sleek black lace that clung to her skin like it belonged there. Her hair fell around her face in soft waves, a few strands brushing his cheeks as she leaned in, her eyes half-lidded but focused only on him.
Ash, shirtless and still in his dark joggers, looked like he'd barely processed what was happening. His chest rose and fell beneath her palms, skin flushed, a drop of water still sliding down from his damp hair. He had just gotten out of the shower minutes ago, but nothing about him felt calm or clean now—not with Celeste pressing against him like that, heat and mischief in her gaze.
One of her arms loosely circled his neck, fingers brushing the edge of the silver necklace she'd given him. The pendant rested right against his collarbone—engraved, intimate. The faint scent of her perfume lingered between them, soft but intoxicating.
Celeste's lips moved against his with teasing softness at first, a feather-light brush that barely counted as a kiss. But when Ash responded—shy at first, then with growing hunger—she deepened it without hesitation.
Her mouth parted, inviting. And Ash, lost in the heat of her closeness, met her again—this time, fully.
Tongues tangled.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't frantic. It was slow and consuming, like they had all the time in the world and still couldn't get enough. The taste of her, warm and sweet, melted into him. Their breaths mingled between each desperate slide of lips and tongue, wet sounds filling the quiet room with something far more intimate than words.
Ash's hands finally moved—up her bare waist, fingers trembling slightly as they rested just beneath the band of her bra. Celeste's hands cradled his face as she kissed him harder, deeper. She tilted her head and moaned softly into his mouth, the sound low and husky and meant just for him.
He groaned quietly in response, a raw sound dragged from the back of his throat. Her body molded into his perfectly, soft heat pressing against his bare chest. Every movement between them was slow, sensual, deliberate—like they were memorizing each other with their mouths alone.
Celeste pulled back just slightly—just enough to breathe, lips still grazing his.
"You kiss me like you're starving," she whispered, her voice sultry.
Ash, flushed and breathless, met her gaze.
"…Maybe I am," he said hoarsely.
Her lips curved.
"Then don't stop."
And once again, she dove back into him—mouth warm and open, tongue sliding against his in another deep, desperate kiss that sent both their hearts racing.
Celeste's fingers trailed slowly down Ash's bare chest, tracing the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. Her touch was featherlight—teasing—as she mapped every dip and contour of his toned abs. The warmth of his skin made her hand linger longer, before finally reaching the waistband of his black joggers.
Without breaking their kiss, her hand slipped beneath the fabric—and wrapped around his hard manhood.
"Ah—" Ash moaned into her mouth.
He twitched in her grip, and his breath faltered. But still, their mouths didn't part—tongues brushing, teeth grazing, each kiss growing more desperate, more heated.
Celeste shifted her weight on his lap, both her hands now tugging gently at the waistband.
"Lift up for me…" she whispered against his lips,
Ash's body obeyed her before his mind could catch up. He raised his hips, and Celeste pulled his joggers and underwear just low enough to free him completely. His hard manhood stood tall and flushed between them, the heat of it pressing against her inner thigh.
Her eyes dropped for a moment, admiring the raw honesty of his arousal.
Then, with a slow breath, she broke their kiss.
Ash opened his eyes, dazed and breathless, watching as she reached down between them. With a graceful motion, she slid her underwear down her legs and let them fall beside the couch.
She wrapped her fingers around him again—his hard manhood pulsing in her grip. A flicker of nervous anticipation passed through her eyes, but she never looked away.
Ash swallowed, speechless, hands resting uncertainly on her thighs.
Celeste rose slightly on her knees, guiding his length to her entrance. Her womanhood was already warm and ready, pulsing with need.
She paused just long enough to breathe his name.
Then—she sank down.
Slowly.
Deeply.
Letting every inch of him fill her.
"Ah—"
Their moans rose together, low and breathless as her warm womanhood stretched around his hard manhood. Inch by inch, she took him in—slow and deep—until her hips finally met his, their bodies fully joined.
Ash's hands clutched at her hips, knuckles white, his head falling back against the couch. His chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, eyes fluttering shut.
Celeste gasped, still and trembling, her hands pressed against his bare chest. Her hair spilled forward, falling like silk across his shoulder. Her thighs trembled slightly, her body adjusting to the intense fullness.
They didn't speak. Just breathed.
The room was filled only with the sound of their ragged breaths and pounding hearts.
"I-It's a lot…" she murmured, her voice a soft, breathy tremble. "You're… big."
Ash's eyes opened slowly, dazed and dark with desire.
"Cel…"
A smile flickered on her lips, teasing and warm.
Then she moved.
A slow, rolling grind of her hips that made both of them gasp.
Ash's hands twitched on her waist, trying to stay still. Her womanhood squeezed him as she moved again—slightly faster, more confident this time.
"Cel…" his breath caught sharply.
She leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was deep and dizzying, their tongues meeting in a messy, hungry tangle. Her body pressed flush against his as she rocked her hips again and again.
Each movement made his grip tighten.
Each motion sent jolts of pleasure up his spine.
She set a rhythm—steady, controlled—but building with each thrust. Ash groaned into her mouth, unable to stay silent. His hands ran down her back, fingers splaying across her lower waist as if anchoring himself.
"You feel… so good," he whispered against her lips, dazed.
Celeste smiled breathlessly. "I could say the same."
Then she sat back up—and moved faster.
Much faster.
Her hips slapped against his with wet, rhythmic sounds, her hands braced on his shoulders. Her body bounced, taking him fully with each motion. Her head tilted back, hair cascading down her back, as moans spilled freely from her lips.
Ash's eyes widened.
"C-Cel, you're too—fast—ah—"
His voice cracked as pleasure overtook his thoughts.
She didn't stop.
She didn't slow.
She kept riding him harder, her womanhood gripping him tightly every time she moved, every time she dropped down onto him and let him fill her again.
Ash gritted his teeth, hands shaking as he held her hips. His face was red, his breath uneven.
In the haze of overwhelming sensation, a desperate chant repeated in his head:
Don't finish—don't finish—don't finish—hold it—
Don't shoot, don't shoot, not inside, not—
"C-Celeste," he gasped, nearly pleading.
Her name slipped from his lips like a prayer.
She smirked and leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.
"Let go if you want to."
"I—I can't—I didn't—" he groaned, squirming beneath her.
She kept going, moaning his name over and over, her pace unrelenting.
His mind screamed.
His body shook.
His fingers dug into her hips, trying desperately to resist.
And yet… the pressure built. His name fell from her lips again in a broken moan. Her voice was soft and high, pleasure threading through every syllable.
"A-Ash… ah—Ash…"
And all he could think was—
Please, not yet—just a little more—don't—
Her hips rolled and dropped with delicious precision, and her eyes drank in every flicker of reaction from him — the way his mouth fell open, the way his hands trembled at her waist, how his brows pulled together as he tried to keep control.
"Celeste—" he choked out, his voice thick with tension.
But she only smiled — wicked and beautiful — and leaned in to kiss him again.
Her lips captured his in a deep, open-mouthed kiss, tongue sliding against his, swallowing every moan he made. Her movements didn't stop— her womanhood clenched around his hard manhood as she bounced on his lap, fast and fluid.
Ash grunted into her mouth, head falling back again.
Don't finish. Don't finish. Not yet—
His thoughts screamed at him. He was so close.
Too bad… too bad…
his mind repeated like a broken record.
He could feel it building— the tight pull in his abdomen, the sparks racing down his spine, the desperate edge of climax threatening to take over.
Celeste pulled back just enough to whisper hotly against his lips,
"You're trying so hard…"
Ash could barely breathe.
His eyes fluttered open — hazy, glassy — meeting hers.
Celeste ground her hips down in one long, slow motion, squeezing him tightly inside. His whole body twitched.
"You're so cute when you're losing control," she murmured.
"Cel—please—" he nearly begged.
She kissed him again — hard, intense — their lips crashing as her pace picked up again.
The couch creaked beneath them. Her thighs trembled from effort. Their skin slicked with sweat. The heat between them built to something unbearable.
Ash was shaking, hands gripping her hips like lifelines.
"C-Celeste I'm—gonna—"
She didn't slow down.
And he didn't stand a chance.
"H-Hold it, I'm almost there…" Celeste gasped, her voice cracking as her hips moved faster, harder, the rhythm losing its precision in the haze of building release.
Ash could barely hold on.
"C-Cel—Ah—!"
He gritted his teeth, trying to stay grounded, but his whole body trembled beneath her. Her womanhood clenched around his hard manhood so tightly he thought he might lose his mind.
Celeste's breath hitched.
"A-Ash—I—"
In the final second, she lifted herself off of him, just enough to break the connection.
And in that moment—
They both let go.
Ash groaned loudly as his release spilled across his stomach and her fingers, his muscles tense, his eyes shut tight. Celeste's body trembled slightly as she let out a shaky breath, riding the wave of her own climax, flushed and satisfied. Her hand still gently stroked him through the last pulse of pleasure.
Their breathing was uneven, hearts pounding, skin hot.
Celeste collapsed forward and rested her head against Ash's bare shoulder, a wide smirk playing on her lips. Her hand slid to his chest, fingers curling lazily around the curve of his collarbone.
Ash's arms wrapped around her waist slowly, anchoring them both. He was still reeling—his brain barely catching up to what just happened.
After a long pause, Celeste tilted her head up to meet his dazed gaze. Her lips brushed his ear.
"…Let's do it again," she whispered, husky and playful.
Ash narrowed his eyes at her, completely disheveled, flushed, and wide-eyed.
"Celeste," he said firmly, voice still breathless, "this time, we're using a condom."
Celeste tilted her head, then let out a teasing laugh as she saw his serious face.
"Okay~~" she purred, clearly amused.
Ash covered his face with one hand, trying to calm the thundering in his chest.
"You're gonna be the death of me."
Celeste leaned in, brushing her lips over his again with a giggle.
"Not if I kiss you back to life."
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