Healing Mr. Ashford

🔞Chapter Eleven: Recurrence🔞

NATALIA GEORGETTE

Our last days in Portugal passed more quickly than I wanted them to.

We wandered through the streets without really caring where they led, stopped for coffee whenever Maximo saw a place he liked, and took far more pictures than I would ever admit I enjoyed. Somewhere between the long walks, quiet dinners, and stolen kisses, I stopped thinking of Portugal as an escape from everything that had happened in Masbate.

It had become something else.

A place where I had remembered how it felt to be happy around him.

That night, we returned to the hotel later than usual. The city lights spilled through the windows as I stood near the balcony, watching the streets below.

"You're quiet again," Maximo said behind me.

I smiled faintly. "I'm thinking."

"That's dangerous."

I turned around. "About you, unfortunately."

His smile appeared slowly.

He crossed the room and stopped in front of me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him. For a moment, neither of us spoke. There was no teasing this time. No pretending that what had happened between us was simply a consequence of being away from home.

I knew what I was doing, and that was the part that scared me.

Maximo reached for my hand, his thumb brushing gently over my knuckles.

"Still want to run away from me?"

I looked at him for a long moment.

"No."

Something softened in his expression.

He leaned down and kissed me. The rest of the night disappeared behind the closed door, leaving only the two of us and everything we had spent years refusing to say.

By the next day, in the afternoon, we were on our way to the airport.

I watched Portugal disappear behind the car window, feeling an unfamiliar heaviness settle in my chest. I had come here wanting distance from everything that had happened in Masbate. Somehow, I was leaving with something I hadn't expected to find.

Maximo.

At the airport, he handled most of our things while I checked our boarding passes. We didn't talk much, but there was something comfortable about the silence now. Every once in a while, our hands brushed, and neither of us bothered to move away.

Our flight was long enough that the sun had already disappeared by the time we settled into our seats.

The cabin was quieter than I expected. The lights were dimmed, and most of the passengers around us had already settled in for the journey.

I leaned back against my seat, exhaustion slowly catching up with me.

Maximo glanced at me.

"Tired?"

"A little."

"You barely slept."

I gave him a look. "Whose fault was that?"

His mouth curved into a knowing smile.

"Mine." I tried to hide my smile by looking toward the window.

The cabin had grown quieter as the hours passed. Most of the passengers were already asleep, leaving only the soft hum of the engines and the occasional movement from the crew.

I tried to focus on the movie playing in front of me, but I couldn't concentrate anymore.

Maximo's hand was still holding mine.

The movie continued playing quietly in front of us, but neither of us was paying much attention anymore. On the screen, the two leads finally gave in to the tension between them, their kiss growing more heated as the scene unfolded.

I glanced at Maximo, only to find him already watching me instead of the movie.

A slow smile tugged at his lips.

“We can do better than them.”

My eyes widened.

I glanced toward the aisle, suddenly aware of how enclosed our little space felt. The lights were dim, the curtains drawn, and the rest of the cabin seemed impossibly far away.

“Maximo…” He didn't answer. He simply leaned closer until his forehead almost touched mine. For a second, neither of us moved. Then his lips brushed mine.

It was supposed to be a kiss. Just one. But when I reached for the front of his shirt and pulled him closer, I knew neither of us was pretending anymore. His hand settled at my waist, drawing me toward him as another quiet kiss followed.

Maximo looked at me again, his eyes dark with the same question he had asked me so many times before. This time, I didn't need him to ask. I leaned closer. And when the curtain closed around us, I knew the rest of the flight was going to feel much longer than it should.

His kisses were demanding, the kind that made it clear he wanted more. I tasted the cool, minty flavor of his toothpaste. A soft moan escaped my lips when I felt his hand slip inside my jacket, cupping one of my breasts.

"Shh... people will hear us," he whispered against my lips between kisses. I tried to control my breathing, but it was hard with his hand expertly massaging my breast. Before I knew it, he lifted me up to sit on his lap without breaking the kiss. Now, with my back pressed against him, I wrapped one arm around his neck to pull him closer, making the kiss even deeper. I could feel him unbuckling my bra, his hands moving to cup both of my breasts while his tongue playfully explored my mouth. Another gasp left my throat as he pinched one of my n*****s.

"Behave, baby..." he whispered with a low chuckle. I didn't even know how I was supposed to behave when he was making me feel this way.

I whimpered softly in protest when he broke the kiss. He guided me to my feet, keeping himself right behind me. It was pitch black inside our cabin since he had turned off all the lights earlier, but I could catch a glimpse of the dim lighting outside. The other passengers were probably fast asleep by now, completely unaware that the two of us were entirely consumed by our own rising heat.

I bit my lip as his hands began tracing the curves of my body, moving down from my waist, over my hips, and down to my rear. A shiver ran through me when he suddenly lifted my skirt, slowly sliding my cycling shorts and panties down together. My heart was hammering wildly against my chest and I couldn't even feel the blast of the cold air conditioning over the intense warmth wrapping around my skin.

Feeling him standing up slightly, I turned around to face him. Even in the dark, I knew he was smiling, his gaze locked intensely on mine. This was Evren Maximo, my college crush. I knew this wasn't our first time being intimate, yet I still couldn't shake the sudden shock and disbelief of reality.

I never, in my wildest dreams, thought we would ever reach this point. I used to just watch him from afar with other women. Now, it felt like an affair, a beautifully dangerous sin I couldn't escape, making me feel like a mistress being entirely devoured by this gorgeous man. The frantic beating of my heart recurring in my ears.

"I want you to feel how much I enjoyed our stay in Portugal," he murmured huskily, his fingers gently caressing my cheek. I hadn't even realized he had already shed his pants and underwear until I felt the heat of his bare m*nhood poking against my belly.

A sudden rush of fire coursed straight through my veins. I didn't wait for him to say another word. I pushed him back until he thudded onto his seat, immediately grabbing the back of his neck as I straddled his lap. I felt his hands slide onto my waist, guiding me as I slowly lowered myself down, guiding the length of him inside my slick warmth.

The moment his length filled me completely, a sharp, breathless gasp caught in my throat. The sheer fullness of him sent a ripple of intense heat straight to my core, making my hips tremble against his lap. My fingers tightened in his hair as I sank fully against him, trying to anchor myself against the overwhelming rush of pleasure.

"Ah..."

Maximo let out a low, ragged groan, his head tilting back against the seat as his eyes closed for a fraction of a second. His grip on my waist tightened instantly, his knuckles turning white from the sudden force of his hold. When he looked up at me through the darkness, his expression was a mix of raw surprise and intense desire.

Our kiss was cut short, our foreheads touching, and I felt his breath. I bit my lips as he guided my waist up and down.

"F*ck you are so tight..."

I held back from moaning loudly because someone might hear us, so I just buried my face in his neck while moving my waist, twerking on his lap. I felt his manh*od grow longer and bigger inside me. Until I learned to ride it, I tightened my legs around his waist and moved faster.

"Ohh s**t baby..." he moaned to me.

He grabbed my chin to meet my lips, he was kissing me aggressively, shaking violently. His hands were also going down my ass. I didn't know why but what he was doing was making me more excited. So I move my hips expertly and do the twerking. Soft moans release on my mouth. I want to shout, but I stop myself by sucking his neck and I hear Max's soft curses in my ear. I pound more and faster until I felt the bulge of heating desire explode in my core, together with a few weak but long moans.

"Ohh..."

I felt like I lost all the strength to move, so Max was now lifting my body. He bounced my body three times, then I felt him lifting me up. He quickly took out a tissue from my pouch on the side table. In the deep shadows, I watched as he caught his release in the tissue.