He laughed, kicking off his shoes, then stepping out of his pants and boxers. “Absolutely.” He carried me to my room and stood me by the bed to undress me. Tossing my leggings andT-shirt to the side, he let his gaze and hands wander over my breasts, then my waist, then my hips.
There was something so intimate about the reverent way he worshipped my body, that being with him like this felt almost sacred. Picking me up again, he laid me on the bed and began working his way down my body with his lips and hands. Sliding two fingers inside me, he sucked on my clit until Icame.
“You didn’t scream my name,” he said, his voice husky.
I grinned. “Guess you’re not finished yet.”
“Oh, I’m far from finished.”
He flipped me over on my stomach, lifting me to my hands and knees as he knelt behind me. His hands traced my sides and then squeezed my butt. “You have the perfect ass,” he said, smacking me.
It stung, but not in a bad way. In fact, the sting sent a waveof pleasure straight to my core. I gasped, surprised and turned on even more. Chuckling, he grabbed my hips and slid inside me. The fabric of his shirt and tie slid across my back. He’d been playing it cool, but he was so desperate to get inside me that he didn’t even take the time to get fully undressed. I understood. I’d missed the feel of him connected to me like this. He buried himself to thehilt. Torturously slow, he slid in and out of me several times before pulling out completely. Missing his cock and longing for the climax he was denying me, I looked over my shoulder and met his gaze.
“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, smirking.
He knew damn well what was wrong. Refusing to answer, I stared at him.
“What? You want this?” He asked, sliding into me again.
He grazed some sort ofsweet spot and I arched my back to take him in further, desperate for release. He pulled out of me again.
“You like that? Want my cock deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I ground out, frustrated. “I’m so close. Would you just shut up and fuck me?”
“All you had to do was ask.”
He slammed into me, and I almost lost my mind. Gone were the slow, controlled thrusts as Asher gripped my hips tighter anddid exactly what I’d demanded. As my climax built, he began stroking and pinching my clit. The pain and pleasure launched me over the edge, and I screamed his name and squeezed him inside me.
“Fuck!” Asher shouted as he came.
We collapsed on the bed and he held me until a different kind of hunger drove us out of bed to explore the boxes he’d left on the table.
