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to rub my clit. I almost came, but my body buzzed with his next move. Ashton’s other hand left from my hip to my pucker. I glanced over my shoulder once more. He inserted his thumb into his mouth, wetting it, then placed his thumb to my forbidden opening. His thumb was applying the slightest pressure as he thrust his rock hard shaft into my channel all the while his right hand rubbed against my pouting tip. 
    I was losing my mind. System overload.
    “Yes, Ashton! Don’t stop!”
    Ashton rubbed my pouting clit, pressed the tip of his thumb into my backside pucker, and thrust his pulsing cock in and out of me.
    “I’m going to come!”
    He pumped, pressed, and rubbed me.
    “God yes, come,” he groaned.
    “Ah … Yes!”  I shook with the pleasure of a mind-blowing climax. 
    He pumped, rocking me forward in two hard thrusts, coming and yelling out my name in adulation. I fell forward, losing the strength in my shaking arms. Ashton patted my ass. He slowly pulled out of my body. Even softening, his cock was still impressive. I giggled when he kissed my bum. I deflated, lying on my stomach like a tire gone flat.
    Ashton lay beside me and swiped his hand down my back as he gathered his breath. He was breathing like a wind-broke horse.
    “I did not harm you, did I?”
    I witnessed the worry upon his face. I smiled and touched the scowl upon his forehead.
    “I’m wonderful,” I assured, stretching. “I promise you did not hurt me, Ashton. In fact, I was worried you would think I have turned into a wanton nympho I was moaning so much.”
    Ashton kissed the tip of my nose. “As long as you are my wanton nympho, I assure you I shall be an extremely happy man.” He twirled one of my curls around his finger. “I know you are swollen and still sore, but I could not control myself.”
    “I don’t want you to control yourself when you make love to me.”
    “Is that your wish, Lady Archer?”
    “Yes, Lord Archer, it is.” I smiled. “Can I just say that was—”
    “Bloody fucking great.”
    “My Lord,” I said with mock horror. “You just used the f-bomb.”
    Ashton leaned over and placed a kiss to my lips. “There are times one must use strong language in order to get the point across.”
    “And this was one of those times?”
    “Absofuckinglutely.” 
    We both laughed, almost uncontrollably. My stomach growled and sent me into another fit of giggles.
    “Trinity, I ordered breakfast. It should be arriving any moment. Are you hungry, my love?”
    “Starving.”
    There was a knock at the door.
    “Speak of the devil,” Ashton said. “I am sure that is room service.”
    Half way through breakfast, before I could finish my crepes, Ashton snapped. He took me right there on the dining room table. The plates as well as the utensils went flying in a heated fury when he lifted me up, laid me back, tore off my robe, spread my legs, and finished eating his breakfast between my thighs. As I was coming, he entered my body with his stiff, unyielding cock.
    “Oh God, Ashton!”
Ashton smiled wickedly, looking down at me while I writhed, breasts shimmying with each thrust, completely sprawled out on top of the table. I bit the crook of my thumb, muffling my moans. We came, together. 
    After the loss of control at breakfast, round three on the floor of the living room, the subsequent, dare I say fabulous and mutual climax in the shower, not to mention a steamy hot bought of kissing as we rode the elevator, I ended up in the lobby of the hotel while Ashton checked us out.
    As hton is indeed a sex god. I was happy, sore, pleasured, exhausted, energized, excited, scared, and then there was sadness because I was sad to actually leave. I glanced around the lobby, committing it to memory, but I knew no matter how long I lived, I would never forget my time with Lord Archer on our unplanned honeymoon in the Hotel de Crillon.
    “Shall we?” Ashton asked, taking my hand. The bellboy carried our bags.
    “Yes.”
    I snuggled