She smiled against him and licked him a second time, circling the head with the perfect amount of pressure. He bucked, almost against his will, clenching the coverlet as he groaned her name.
She rolled to her stomach, laying alongside him, facing his cock as she stroked a third time, this time laving him from base to head before she took him between her lips. She pumped over him and his eyes rolled back as he lifted toward her, pleasure nearly taking him off the bed.
He could have lost himself in it, in her. He could have surrendered and let her take what she wanted, receive what she gave, without question.
But there was a nagging voice in his head that whispered she was still controlling him by doing this. As intimate as this was, it still put a wall between them because she did it for the wrong reasons.
He somehow managed to clear his mind enough to grasp her hips, which were twitching on the bed right beside him. He lifted her over him and she yelped in surprise, separating her hot mouth from his throbbing cock.
He ignored her and settled her down over him so that her sex was poised at his mouth. She glanced over her shoulder, locking gazes with him. He waited for her to draw away, to try to demand more, but then she did something he didn’t expect.
She gave him a slow, sultry smile and settled herself back to the task at hand. Her mouth covered him and he let out a curse before he spread her sex open and leaned up into her fragrant heat.
He licked her, eliciting a moan from her that vibrated against his cock and sent shivers through his whole body. He realized in that moment that this was a war. A battle between them for power, as well as pleasure. It was a battle he wanted to win, both for the right reasons and for very wicked ones.
And he was going to fight for both.
Felicity jolted in pleasure as Asher gripped her hips hard and stroked his tongue over her with renewed vigor. Every time he did, her body pulsed, drawing her closer to the edge where she knew pleasure would take over and remove all reason from her mind.
She wanted that so desperately, but she wanted something else more: to make Asher surrender to her. She wanted to hear his moans and feel him tremble and take what he seemed so reluctant to give.
She sucked him, reveling in the flavor of his skin and the hardness of his heat. Combined with the assault of his tongue over her sensitive flesh, the entire situation was spiraling rapidly out of control. She ground down against him, stimulating her clitoris against his mouth and mimicking the action with her own mouth as she took him.
He began to tense beneath her in the same time as her strokes, lifting to fill her just as she arched to meet him. The world began to grow cloudy, fraying around the edges as her focus circled to where his tongue teased her. Where her tongue did the same to him.
Now it was like a battle, or a race, and Felicity focused on his pleasure even as he tormented her with her own. She was going to come soon, she felt it in the fluttering of her sex and she wanted to make sure he did the same.
She sucked harder, stroking him with one hand while she rode his skilled tongue, and suddenly there was nothing left but the pleasure. It hit her in hard, insistent waves and she let out a cry that popped his cock free. She stroked him as she closed her eyes and submitted to his pleasure. He let out a deep groan against her body before the thick cream of his pleasure jutted from his cock.
Her entire body felt liquid as she lay over him, her heart pounding and her breath uneven. She didn’t know how long she lay there, but suddenly she felt him shift beneath her. He lifted her, rolling out from under her as he crawled down to the foot of the bed and lay down beside her, facing her with a wide smile.
He leaned in and kissed her and she tasted her release on his tongue. It stoked the hunger in her body again and she deepened the kiss as she cupped his cheeks and held him close. She never wanted this to end. That was the trouble, really. She never, never wanted this to end.
He drew back eventually. “You need to let a man catch his breath, Felicity,” he said, his deep voice rough and low, but made lighter by the laughter in it.
She smiled as she rested her chin on her arms. “See, allowing me to give you pleasure wasn’t so bad.”
He reached out and began to trace a light pattern across her bare back with just the tips of his fingers. She shivered at the touch and the focused heat in his stare as he did it.
“I never thought it would be bad, Felicity,” he said softly. “I only don’t want you to do it for the wrong reasons.”
“And you get to decide what reasons are wrong or what reasons are right?” she asked.
His lips pinched at that question and she could see she had caught him. He sighed at last. “I suppose that isn’t fair, no.”
“I come to you, Asher, because I want to.”
“And because you want to control something in the midst of this situation,” he said, holding her gaze and almost daring her to deny it.
But she had no intention of doing so. She shrugged. “Of course there is something like that to it. I have spent far too long at the mercy of others. Why shouldn’t I ask for what I want, even take what I want?”
“You should,” he said. “You have every right to do so. But I worry that your drive for this right now has more to do with making something negative go away, rather than embracing something positive. I don’t want to only be a shield.”
Now it was she who pressed her lips together. She couldn’t deny what he said. But she also did not want to talk about it. There were many things she’d revealed to Asher, either through her own desire or because the situation dictated she do it.
But she didn’t have to give him everything. She didn’t have to make herself bare and vulnerable in every way.
She sat up. “Why don’t we talk about something else? We didn’t spend much time together after this morning. Are there any developments in the search?”
