He held me through it, whispering praise the whole time.
Every twitch and jolt had me breathless, and I arched back into him when stars burst behind my eyelids.
“There it is… that’s my good girl… so pretty when you come for me… just like that… keep going, give me everything.”
When the last shudder left me, he pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades and stayed deep inside, still hard, still in control.
“Perfect,” he whispered. “So proud of you.”
He eased out of me slowly, leaving me empty and aching.
Before I could catch my breath, his hands slid under my arms and turned me around like I weighed nothing.
He lifted me onto the very edge of the table, spreading my thighs wide so I sat facing him, legs dangling.
“Look at you,” he murmured, eyes dragging down my body. Sweat shone on my skin, catching the low light.
My thighs were slick and glistening, wetness streaking all over my inner thighs.
He ran two fingers through the mess between my legs and brought them to his lips, tasting me with a low hum. “Gorgeous—dripping for me. You have no idea how sexy you are right now.”
Asher's palms cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks, then squeezing gently, possessively. “These,” he said, “perfect. So full, so sensitive.” He leaned in, mouth closing over one nipple, sucking slowly while his fingers rolled the other.
I arched into him, helpless.
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. “Arms around my neck. Hold on to me.”
I obeyed instantly, wrapping my arms tightly.
He lined himself up and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust, filling me again.
My head fell back on a moan.
“That’s it,” he praised, starting a steady rhythm again, hands still kneading my breasts. “Take me just like this. Let me watch every second of you falling apart for me again.”
He drove into me with his hips rolling in a rhythm that made the table edge bite into my thighs.
Every thrust lifted me an inch, then let me sink back onto him, over and over, until my whole world narrowed to the thick slide of him inside me and the way his eyes never left my face.
“Look at me,” he said, almost reverently. “I want to see you when you come again.”
I couldn’t look away.
His hands kneaded my breasts, thumbs flicking my nipples. Sweat slid between my tits and my thighs were soaked while slick sounds filled the room every time he thrust into me.
The pressure coiled tighter, hotter, until I was trembling on the edge.
“Please… Oh, my God…”
“That’s it,” he rasped, speeding up just enough. “Come for me. Right now. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm hit hard. My back arched, thighs clamping around his hips, inner walls clenching in long, pulsing waves.
I moaned so loudly, I knew people outside this room would hear it, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure tore through me, leaving me shaking, breathless, dripping even more around him.
He groaned, hips stuttering. “Christ… just like that… milking me so good…”
Three more thrusts and he buried himself deep, body locking tight. I felt the first hot pulse inside me, then another, and another, his cock jerking with every spurt as he came hard, filling me completely.
