I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body going taut as I tried to think about anything in the world other than the fact that Nat was rubbing her clit so she could come all over my cock. I sped up my pace, my hips snapping against hers while the headboard echoed each thrust. The sound of our bodies coming together peppered our labored breaths and Nat’s throaty moans until we mingled in the best piece of music I could’ve ever hoped to write.
“Now,” she breathed, tugging my face to hers, panting against my mouth as her legs tightened around my thrusting hips, her fingers a flurry against her clit.
I groaned, sealing our lips together as her orgasm tugged mine straight from my soul, the pleasure ripping through my insides as I spilled myself inside her with nothing between us.
Never, in my wildest dreams, had I imagined I’d find myself here. Settled between Nat’s legs, my cock still hard inside her after the most intense sex of my life.
I didn’t know if it was because she was my best friend, that we’d had a lifetime of experiences to build on… If it was because she was the first person I’d slept with whom I actually loved.
Or if it was because I was no longer so sure if that love was strictly friendship or if it was something more.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
NAT
I wasn’t a cuddler.Much like when I was wide awake, I liked my space when I slept. Hated having the dead weight of someone else’s extremities trapping me in place. That was what it had always felt like—being cornered with nowhere to go. It was suffocating.
Now, though, as I woke to Asher’s arm slung over my waist, his chest pressed against my back and lips against my shoulder, the only thing I felt was irritation that I couldn’t spy on his sleeping form easily.
Carefully, so as not to wake him, I rolled over, still in the confines of his arms, until I faced him. I held my breath for long moments, waiting to see if my movements would wake him. When I was sure I was in the clear, I snaked my hand up between us. Traced the shadowed arc of his long, dark lashes brushing his cheeks, outlined the curve and bow of his lips, scratched my nails lightly through the surprisingly soft hair of his beard. A beard I’d felt on my breasts…my inner thighs. My pussy.
My stomach somersaulted when images of last night flashed in my mind. How he’d looked braced over me, his jaw set in determination, his eyes locked on me as he’d moved soconfidently inside me. As he’d proven every bit of my made-up rumor completely false.
That had been the best lie of my life.
When it came to sex, I’d never been one to get emotionally attached. I’d always viewed it as merely an exchange of pleasure and nothing more. Though last night had certainly proven that viewpoint wrong. It’d been more than just a couple orgasms for me. I’d felt it in every inch of my body.
In every inch of my soul.
Deciding that thought was better left ignored, I extricated myself from his arms to slide down his body. My mouth quirked when he rolled onto his back, making my destination that much easier. Last night, after we’d showered—and managed another round in there—and were lying in bed, he’d whispered that I should feel free to wake him up with a blow job anytime I felt like it. And who was I to deny him what he obviously wanted?
After all, turnabout was fair play, since he’d had his fun last night, licking me to orgasm—twice—and I’d only managed barely more than a glimpse of his cock. Though I’d felt every inch of it inside me…knew exactly how amazingly it stretched me, I wanted to get a little more up close and personal with my new favorite toy.
I wasn’t one to fawn over a penis. In my mind, a dick was a dick, but even I couldn’t deny how mouthwateringly thick Asher’s was, even only half hard. Wrapping my fingers around him, I squeezed lightly and swiped my tongue through his slit, smiling when his cock twitched and hardened under my touch. God, I couldn’t wait for him to fill me again. Stretch me until he was all I could feel.
Unable to continue teasing him with small licks, I engulfed his head in my mouth, sucking deep as I swirled my tongue around him and relished in his groan.
“Nat?” he asked, the low, sleep-roughened timbre of his voice sending tingles straight to my clit.
With my lips stretched tight around him, I lifted my gaze and met his eyes, a smug satisfaction overcoming me at his whispered, “Jesus.”
He slipped his fingers into my hair and dropped his head back on his pillow with a low, deep groan. Keeping my hand tightly wrapped around him, I pumped his length as I sucked him deep into my mouth, pulsing my tongue against the sensitive underside.
My clit throbbed with each groan from his lips, each twitch of his thighs beneath my palm, each careful tug of his fingers in my hair. As if he wanted desperately to hold me still so he could fuck my mouth hard and fast but was holding back.
I wasn’t sure if it was his obvious restraint or his desperate need that pushed me over the edge, but it was all too much. Some other time, he could come in my mouth. Hell, I’d do it again later today if he wanted, but right now, I was too wet. Too aching for him. I needed to feel him inside me again. Needed to see if being with him was just as intense in the light of day as it had been when darkness cloaked us.
I released him with a pop and climbed up his body, settling myself over his length. Gripping him tightly, I flicked the head of his cock against my clit, groaning as pleasure shot through me.
“Thought I was dreamin’,” he murmured, grabbing two handfuls of my ass and taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
“You tellin’ me I’m the woman of your dreams?” I asked as I lined him up at my entrance.
“You have no idea…”
With that hanging in the air between us, I sank down, my breath catching as my pussy stretched to accommodate his size. Panting, I stared down at him with half-lidded eyes. Ranmy hands over his defined chest. Traced each ridge of muscle, outlined every tattoo.
My fingers itched for my camera, if only to capture the look on his face as he stared up at me like I was the answer to every prayer he’d ever had.
