“Asher, I want you to lick my pussy,” I tell him, trying to hold back the cringe from being so forward.
I never had to speak what I wanted before. Men just did it.
Asher is different, though. He is always going to make me say it first, so he is one hundred percent sure he has my consent. It is the product of our first time together being so fucked up.
I both hate it and love it.
It only shows me what kind of man he is.
A damn good one.
Leaning forward, he swipes his tongue through my wetness, groaning when he gets his first taste.
“Is this what you wanted? For me to lick you like an ice cream cone?” he asks, taking another leisurely lick.
That is not what I wanted. I need more from him. I need pressure and pace.
“No, Asher. I need more.”
“Tell me what you need then, baby.”
Rather than tell, I grab his hair and push him down into my pussy.
“Words, Aspen.”
“I need you to eat me like you are a starved man,” I growl out at him.
He chuckles against me. “All right, my little songbird. Let me hear you sing then.”
I feel his fingers spread me open before he leans in and licks my clit. It is like a shock to my system. My eyes fall closed as I savor his touch.
Why does it feel so much better with him?
My thoughts flee as he picks up his pace, two of his fingers slipping into my pussy as he continues his calculated attack on my clit. I’m not mad at it, though. The way his tongue is pressing against it feels like heaven.
I can feel my body building up to my orgasm as he continues his ministrations. My hands are pulling at his hair, my hips grinding.
I need this release. I need it more than my next breath.
Asher doesn’t disappoint. He doesn’t change a thing as he keeps up the steady pressure. Then, when I think I can’t handle any more, he nips my clit while simultaneously curling his fingers up inside me, pressing down hard.
I have an out-of-body experience. It’s the only way I can describe it.
One moment I am there with Asher, and the next, I see heaven.
I don’t even know what my body is doing until I come back down from my high and look down at Asher.
He smirks up at me, his face drenched in my arousal.
He makes a show of licking all around his lips, and he hums his approval.
“Mmm. So good. Have you ever squirted before?”
My eyes bulge because no. No, I haven’t.
His smile only grows. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
This man is sexy as hell. What the hell am I going to do with him?
