Then he brings his hand to my breast, caressing one of them softly, letting his palm brush over my nipple, making it instantly hard. He covers the other one with his mouth, kissing it gently, pampering my nipple with his tongue.
“Oh…” I whimper, my eyes close, my back arches, and my hips grinding slowly into the air. Wanting attention. Needing him.
After that side has been adequately teased, he switches to the other side, doing the same thing. For a full five minutes, he goes back and forth, until I am moaning and quivering, teased to the point of writhing on the bed, but not enough to come.
I thank God when his mouth travels over my navel and further. He comes to his knees and takes my thighs in his arms, opening my legs so he can devour me.
And he does.
His mouth covers the hot, wet swell of my pussy, and his tongue laps up the length of me, dancing across my clit, sucking and licking until I moan.
I come for him, and still he licks and kisses, teasing me until I am clasping his hair in my hands. And then I come again.
After that, he stands up, looking down at me. Every muscle in my body is warm, relaxed, and at ease. I watch as Ash strokes himself, sliding his hand up and down over the shaft of his cock, his thighs tensing as his hand massages the head. I remember just how sensitive it was and how easy it was to make him come when I teased it just right.
I swallow hard as he crawls on top of me. He uses one arm to brace his body above me. He uses his other hand to stroke himself. The entire time, his eyes are locked on mine.
“It might hurt a little,” he tells me in a low whisper.
“I know,” I tell him.
“I will go as slowly as you need. But you have to tell me what it is you need,” he says, and I nod.
I feel the tip of his dick circling my opening. I am already hot, ready, and so turned on. He presses the tip inside me, and then kisses me, just a peck at first. With his forehead against mine, he goes a little further, then further, then–
“Oh…” I gasp.
He stops. “Too much?”
I shake my head. It’s a lot, that’s for sure. This man is well-endowed. But even though I feel as though I am on fire, it’s a burn I want to fan into a flame.
Asher pulls out slightly, then presses back in. He does this over and over again, slowly, intentionally, until finally–
“I’m all the way inside you, baby girl,” he says, emitting a slow, satisfied breath.
“Do I feel good?” I ask. I always told myself I wouldn’t ask questions like that. That I didn’t need affirmation. But I want this to be good for both of us. I’m feeling a million things, and I want him to feel the same.
“Baby girl, you feel fucking incredible,” he says with a grin. “It isn’t just about me. I want you to enjoy it too.”
He reaches down and plays with my clit. He knows just what to do to make me come undone. He drives me wild with just a flick of his fingers, and I think I just might come again. And…I do. And when I do, he begins moving himself in and out of me. The friction lights a trail of my nerves on fire, nerves I didn’t know I had.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, and he grins, his eyes wild.
“Yes?” he asks.
“Yes,” I nod. “Don’t stop.”
Ash continues to slide in and out of me, going a little deeper with each thrust. Finally, I wrap my legs around him and look him in the eyes. I am on the edge of an orgasm of a completely different caliber. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I say again.
“I’m not,” he grunts.
“Ash…harder…” I tell him, and he picks up the pace, his hips driving against me with each thrust. I cry out as the orgasm ripsthrough me, consuming me whole. A moment later, it grabs hold of him too, taking him down in the crash of the wave.
Ash rolls off me and falls onto the bed at my side, but he doesn’t close his eyes or turn away. Instead, he reaches for my hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it.
“Are you okay?” he asks with concern in his tone.
