“I know.” He reached for the drawstring of my sweats. “These next. Turn around while you take them off. I want to see all of you.”
I turned, untied, and shimmied the cotton down my legs, stepping out of them and my slippers at the same time. When I faced him again, only my pale pink panties remained.
He crooked a finger. “Come here. Straddle me.”
I climbed onto his lap, knees sinking into the couch on either side of his hips. His hands settled on my waist, pulling me down. “Feel how much I missed you?” He rocked upward once, letting me feel the hard length straining behind his slacks. “Such a good girl, letting me see you like this. Are you a good girl for me?"
“I’ll be anything you want,” I promised, and my voice cracked. How could this be happening? I thought this was over and that any shot I had with him had vanished. I couldn't believe what was happening, and I couldn't stop emotion from spilling over into tears again and again.
“Then kiss me like you mean it.”
I cupped his face and poured every apology, every ounce of love into the kiss. He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding up my back until they tangled in my hair and pulled my head back. His teeth scraped my neck and he growled against my skin.
When we broke apart, both breathing hard, he rested his forehead against mine. “I need to touch you, Veda."
“Please,” I whispered.
He slipped one hand between us, tracing the edge of my panties. “These stay on for now,” he decided. “I like seeing you like this—almost bare, waiting for whatever I choose to give you.”
His fingers slipped beneath the lace, finding me slick and ready. One slow circle around my clit and my hips jerked.
“Stay still,” he warned gently. “Let me take care of my girl.”
He circled again, then again, pressure perfect, pace maddeningly patient. Every time I tried to rock against his hand he stopped until I stilled.
“That’s it,” he praised. “Obey me and I’ll give you everything.”
Two fingers slid inside me, curling just right, and my head fell to his shoulder. I whimpered and bit down on his shoulder, but he had other plans.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
So I sat up and lifted my head. His gaze locked with mine while his fingers worked deeper, thumb settling on my clit, stroking in steady, firm circles. His other hand cupped the fleshy globe of my tender breast and squeezed, drawing a whimper from my lips.
“I love seeing you like this,” he said, voice low. "God you're so beautiful."
The words unraveled me faster than his touch. Pleasure coiled in my belly tightly. He seemed to notice what it did to me, curling his fingers harder, thumb never faltering. “Come for me, sweet girl. Show me how sorry you are, and let me feel that apology milk my fingers."
The command shattered me. My body jerked and convulsed, my core pulsing hard around his fingers in long, rolling waves as I gasped and gritted my teeth. And he kept moving, drawing it out until I sagged against his chest, shaking.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, easing his hand free and wrapping both arms around me. “I’ve got you. I’m never letting go again.”
I clung to him, tears mixing with the sweetest relief. “I love you, Asher,” I breathed against his skin.
He pressed a kiss to my temple. “And I love you, sweet girl. More than anything.”
Then he shifted beneath me, unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other kept me steady on his lap. The soft clink of metal and the rasp of his zipper had my pussy aching for him. Orgasm wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to be one with him, for him to be in me and for me to know this was real, not some dream I'd wake up from and be heartbroken.
“Lift up, sweetheart,” he murmured against my ear. “Just a little.”
I rose on trembling knees. He freed himself, then tugged my soaked panties to the side again before pressing the head of his dick to my entrance. I shuddered, clenching around nothing before whining. "God… I need you."
“Sit down slow,” he instructed, guiding my hips. “Take every inch like the good girl you are.”
I sank onto him inch by inch, breath hitching as he stretched and filled me completely. His groan vibrated through his chest into mine.
“Perfect,” he whispered, hands tightening on my waist. “God, the way you take me…" Asher let me adjust for only a moment before his hips rolled upward, and my hands flew to his shoulders for balance. “Hold on to me,” he said. “And don’t look away. I want to watch every second of you coming undone.”
He set a steady, claiming rhythm, lifting me slightly with each thrust and pulling me back down to meet him. Every stroke dragged over that perfect spot inside until my thighs shook.
