Vast currents of electric pleasure jolted through her unexpectedly at that gentle touch. There was no pinch, no cruelty, just increasing need and warmth and pleasure. She arched as he dragged his hand to the opposite breast. Back and forth, slow and steady, never rushed, never hard, he seduced her into relaxing, seduced her mind into quiet, seduced her body to let go. When she did, the pleasure multiplied and she shut her eyes and did as he’d asked.
She let him.
Sensation took over her in waves, a flurry of warm fingers and then warm breath as he leaned over her, murmuring her name gently. His lips brushed one hard nipple, his tongue tracing the shape of it before he sucked.
She arched, gripping the coverlet as the tug of his mouth joined with the tug of her pleasure. He was drawing her toward an edge. She’d found it with her fingers before but never with the help of another person. It felt more intense as he suckled her breast, then switched to the opposite one and repeated his action. Like the fall would be harder, the flight higher.
She wanted it.
And he didn’t disappoint. She felt him smile against her skin as he dragged his mouth down her stomach, rubbing his whiskers against her exquisitely sensitive skin and eliciting a gasp from her lips. He teased his tongue along her flesh, his fingers curling into her hips, and then he was gone.
She opened her eyes to find him shifting to a spot between her legs. He placed a hand on each thigh and opened her. She gripped back against him, fighting it. He looked up at her, ceasing the push, and met her eyes.
“Let me,” he whispered.
She held her breath. He was inches from her sex. If she unclamped her thighs, he’d be looking right at her. No one hadeverbeen so intimate with her. She had no idea what in the world he thought to do in such a position.
“Please,” he added.
Slowly she parted her legs, bending her knees to support herself. She watched, flame-cheeked, as he looked at her. But then he smiled and all her fear dissolved. He looked…wickedwhen he peered at her most private place. So very wicked and so very handsome and so very hers.
She opened wider and he smiled up at her again, his eyes bright with need and desire and promises of pleasure. Their gazes locked and he held there, even as he leaned in. Even as his warm breath steamed over her, even as he parted her lips and then stroked his tongue over her sex.
She gasped at the pleasure that heated, forbidden act created. She’d felt nothing like it before. He bent his head, repeating the action again and again as he gently rubbed his fingers across her entrance. His tongue swirled, tracing erotic patterns across her flesh even as he pressed one thick finger inside of her.
She jerked at the sensation, her eyes going wide as he pumped inside of her, slow and steady. His tongue didn’t slow, stroking over her, but pausing ever longer and longer on her clitoris. Finally, he only licked her there, sucking gently, tracing the sensitive nub of nerves, drawing her pleasure higher and higher until she bucked beneath him. She clawed at the sheets, at his shoulders, she arched against him and away from him. Her whole world was starbursts and fireworks and she never wanted it to stop.
Ultimately, the tremors subsided and Asher gently withdrew his finger and slid his mouth back up the apex of her body. He braced himself over her, kissing her deeply so she could taste her release on his tongue. She was ready for him to replace his finger, his mouth, with his cock, but to her surprise he didn’t. Instead, he retook his place on his side, his arms around her as he gently kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, his voice dark and rough in the air around them.
She nodded. “I’ve never felt anything like it. But…”
She trailed off, turning her face with a blush. He traced her jawline with his finger, turning her back toward him.
“What?” he asked.
She swallowed hard. Being so close to him made her feel exposed. But also more open, more free. Like she could tell him anything. Everything.
She didn’t. Instead, she said, “But what about you?”
He smiled and a dimple popped in his cheek from his wide grin. “You mean this?”
He motioned his head toward the rock-hard cock that rested between them.
She licked her lips at the sight of it and nodded slowly. “Yes, that.”
“Oh Felicity,” he said, his eyes dark and his pupils dilated as he met her stare. “There is nothing more I’d like to do than make love to you all night long.”
“Then why aren’t you?” she asked, leaning toward him, aching to have him inside of her as she dreamed of so many times.
He made a low growl in his throat. “Not easily, I assure you. Tonight was about you. Only you.” He kissed her again until she sighed in pleasure. “Now you should go back to your bed. Tomorrow is sure to be a long one for all of us.”
She blinked at him. He wasn’t going to take her? After all that? After she had found pleasure and left him alone without any? Could he truly be that…giving?
“Go ahead,” he whispered.
She slowly got up, staring at him as she tied her robe around her. She backed toward his door, utterly uncertain of what to do or say or think or feel in this moment. Finally, she shook her head as she reached for his door.
