"Then fuck me. Please!"
His gaze flicks to mine, his expression a combination of command, need, and worry that has my heart thumping unevenly. "Use your safeword if you need it. Promise me."
"I promise," I gasp, writhing beneath him.
"Good girl," he breathes, burying his face between my legs. He doesn't go slow. He doesn't tease. He splits me open with his tongue on the first pass, pinning my thighs wide, his hands shaking a little with restraint.
I buck against his face, greedy for more, but he's already a step ahead, licking me with long, rough strokes that get dirtier and more desperate every time I moan his name.
"Asher, please—" I try to get the words out, but he just growls and sucks my clit so hard I see stars.
He pushes two fingers inside me and crooks them, fucking me with his mouth and hand until I'm clawing at the sheets, until my toes curl and my back bows off the bed. The pleasureis relentless, almost painfully so, and I still want more of it. I always want more with him.
"You missed this, didn't you?" he rasps between licks, his breath hot on my skin. "You missed letting me ruin you like this."
"Yes!" I scream, not denying it. "I missed it so fucking much."
He slips his other hand down between us, spreading my cheeks. His gaze flicks to mine as he circles my asshole with one fingertip.
My whole body tightens in response. I shudder, a helpless sound clawing out of my throat.
"God, look at you," he growls, and then he's got two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass, fucking both holes at once while he flattens his tongue against my clit.
The heat is brutal, blinding. Perfect.
My voice goes shrill as I come. I claw at the sheets, at his hair, at anything I can reach.
He doesn't stop. Not even when I'm begging.
He adds another finger, then another, splitting me wide. I nearly come off the bed from the shock of it.
"Oh my god," I gasp, the words torn from me. It's not pain. It's something else, something so perfect and overwhelming that my vision goes black for a second.
He doesn't let up, doesn't go slow. He spits on my ass and fucks me with all four fingers at once, obscene and filthy and exactly what I wanted. The stretch is so fucking perfect that I can't help the strangled, animal sound that rips out of me.
He slides his hand all the way in, working me open, and then pulls his fingers out just long enough to replace them with his tongue. The wet, hot glide of it against my asshole is enough to make me see stars.
I arch off the bed, shaking, my voice ragged as I scream his name.
"God, you filthy little thing," he says, his voice thick with awe and hunger. He sounds reverent, like I'm a miracle he's finally allowed to worship. "You greedy, perfect slut. I missed this so much."
He devours me, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, using my body like an instrument he's been dying to play. He's relentless, insatiable.
When he finally pulls his face away, it's only to watch me shudder through another orgasm, then another, until I'm sobbing and begging for mercy.
But he's not done.
He flips me over, dragging my ass up onto his lap. I can feel his cock, hot and hard and leaking, pressed against my entrance, but not pushing in yet.
He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so I'm bent like a bow, my breath a wild pant. He kisses me hard and messy, so I can taste myself on his tongue.
"I love you, you beautiful disaster," he whispers against my lips, his words a mixture of adoration and awe. His hand closes tighter at the nape of my neck, holding me where he wants me. "Say it back."
"I love you," I moan, not caring how desperate I sound. "I love you, Asher, I fucking love you. Please—"
He bites my lower lip until it bleeds, then laughs with a kind of twisted relief that sends me soaring higher.
"Good girl," he says, the words hot against my mouth. "Now I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand."
