Warning: This is a daddy Ashton imagine so get ready!;)
I lay back on the bed, stretching my arms above my head. Ashton was due home any second now and I couldn't wait. I'd missed him so much. He'd insisted I allow him to fly me out to see him every chance I got, seeing as I was busy with school and couldn't join him for the whole trip. I'd agreed and had only seen him last, two months ago.
Two months wasn't that long really, only eight weeks. But eight weeks of not seeing his beautiful smile and hearing his adorable giggle could kill a girl. I heard the door opening and jumped up off the bed. I raced down the hall and threw myself in his arms. He chuckled and held onto me tightly.
"I almost forgot what you smelled like," he muttered, into my neck. I held him tighter, afraid to let go. God I'd missed him! His hands trailed down, cupping my butt in his hands and I melted. I'd missed his touch, his rough hands caressing my skin.
"Daddy's missed you kitten," he groaned, as his lips moved across my skin. "Daddy needs you!" he growled.
I moaned and nodded, as I gripped his hand in mine and pulled him towards the bedroom.
I walked backwards, keeping my eyes on his, feeling the energy flowing through the both of us. I felt the hum in my stomach, the warmth between my thighs. The backs of my legs connected with the bed and he let go, as he shrugged out of his jacket. It dropped to the floor.
His boots came off next, then his shirt and my hands flew to his chest, caressing and feeling, getting myself familiar with it. I could tell he'd been working out, his arms bulged and his abs were perfectly defined.
He watched as I felt him, squeezing and stroking. His hands imitated mine, as he pulled off my shirt and touched my skin. Feeling that familiar touch ignited something inside me. I felt like I was going to explode.
"I can't wait any longer baby," he breathed raggedly. I reached for his belt and unbuckled it and he quickly disposed of his pants, leaving only the thin fabric of his boxers between us. I stood before him, in my own underwear, he in his. I reached out and gripped him, through the fabric, and he threw his head back, growling with lust.
I teased him with one hand, whilst I unhooked my bra with the other. He kept his eyes closed, his head thrown back as he moaned and gasped and cursed aloud. I stepped out of my panties, stood before him completely naked.
"Fuck!" he groaned. I knew he was almost there, so I pulled back and crawled up across the bed. His eyes opened slowly and a lazily smile spread across his face. When he noticed me lay on the bed, he licked his lips and smirked. He lost the boxers, and crawled up to me. He gripped my hips.
"You've been a good girl, now daddy's gonna make you feel good," he growled. He leaned down and nibbled on my ear lobe, before biting and sucking the skin on my neck. I knew what he was doing. He left hickeys to mark his territory. He was possessive.
"Mine!" he grunted, licking at the skin. I moaned and my body moved up towards him. "Ash," I breathed.
"It's gonna be hard and fast baby. Daddy can't wait," he warned. I nodded, unable to speak. "I'll go slow next time, I promise."
I nodded again, unable to form words. I couldn't form a coherent sentence. I was lost, gone, completely in his control. He smirked, winking before he lowered himself and gave himself completely to me.
He filled me up and I cried out as I felt him inside me. God, it felt good to have him so close, our bodies completely connected. I loved him, I loved all of him, I'd fallen.
We moved in sync, our lips crushing against each other's, as we danced our hot sweaty dance. I missed him. I'd missed his touch.
- Meg
