His fingers stop moving but his arms pull me close, chest to chest and his warmth engulfing me. Asher’s face is lit up with a smile so large and real it takes my breath away.
“Good morning,” He places a kiss on the tip of my nose, then my cheek, then finally my lips.
When he pulls back, his brows furrow at my obvious staring. “What is it?”
“You have a smile that makes the world want to smile back, and it’s such a shame that those instances are so far apart and fleeting,”
His face softens, his vulnerability showing before he shrugs. “I don’t have many reasons to smile these days,”
“I have noticed it slip through more over the past few weeks,”
“Mm. Have you?” He pushes me onto my back, keeping our chests connected as he lets his weight come down on me from above, He pushes my knees apart, making space for his hips. His hard length pushing through his boxers and rubbing across the thin fabric of my thong.
“Yeah, what changed?” I ask as I push my hips up into him. The action making him moan into my neck as goosebumps cover the skin on his arms as I trail my fingers up them, wrapping my hands at the base of his neck. He places a soft kiss to my collarbone.
“Do I really have to say it?” He asks, voice muffled as he places more light kisses up my neck to the space just below my ear.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He pulls back and looks at me. My heart pounds with how deep the connection between us is, the pull of something inside me that has nothing to do with my want for him sexually. It feels cosmic. Like we share the same atomic particles that are desperately trying to reconnect after finding each other once more.
He smiles again. “You little vixen. You changed everything,”
His mouth descends on mine, but unlike the other times, this feels different.
It’s slow and thoughtful. He takes his time yet desperately tries to tell me something with his body. His hips start to move, his length grinding against my core, immediately making it pulsate with need for more. I attempt to pull him impossibly closer, the speed almost painful as he threads his hands through my hair, his elbows either side of head, pinning me in.
“Wait,” I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let up. “How are you feeling?” I ask between his kisses.
“Thanks to you, I am feeling better,” He kisses down my neck and when his hot tongue circles my hardened nipple, my back arches off the bed. I am a writhing mess as he takes his time kneading the other breast, before switching over, showing the same attention to the other.
He pulls back onto his knees, his biceps bulging as he grabs the side of my thong and rips it apart.
“Hey,” I protest. “Those were one of my favourites,” He grins at me as he shoves his boxers down his thick, lacrosse playing thighs.
“I will buy you a million more, because I plan on taking you everywhere and anywhere I can, regardless of who’s around. Thongs be damned,” My core clenches with the thought as he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him.
“You like that thought hmm?” He runs his fingers through my folds, collecting my arousal before circling my clit. My jaw drops as my head rolls back.
“Does my little vixen like the thought of me fucking her senseless where someone might see?” His free fingers hover at my entrance while his other hand continues its assault. My head nods as I whimper, the pressure building instantly as my hips roll begging for more.
Asher’s presses two fingers into me, immediately picking up a delicious pace as he hits the spot deep inside that makes my mouth water.
“You were made for me, baby,” He thrusts in and out of me as I grab hold of the bedding beneath me. “So fucking perfect,” I feel my core tighten with my growing orgasm, holding just at the precipice to oblivion.
“Look at me,” He orders. Our gaze locks and he curls his fingers inside of me, the action pushing me over the edge. “Be a good girl and come for me,”
His eyes darken as my orgasm rolls through me like a category five hurricane. His fingers slow as my chest heaves, my vision starting to normalise.
Asher removes his fingers and lifts them to his mouth where he sucks my arousal from them one at a time.
“Lift your hips,” I do, and he places a pillow underneath me, raising my core directly to his cock.
I moan when he rubs the bulging end of it through my folds, wetting the tip and ending with two slaps of it to my clit. The sudden pressure sending a flood between my legs.
He runs his length back down to my entrance and slowly starts to push in.
“Condom?” I ask, although it doesn’t stop me from trying to widen my hips to accommodate his size.
