I lean in close to his face and whisper in the space right next to his ear, “I don’t care who goes first, but something needs to start happening.”
Before he can stop me, I slide my hand lower, over his unmistakable and obvious arousal, and rub my palm from base to tip as I suck his earlobe into my mouth. He twitches beneath my touch, sucking in a breath sharply before growling, firmly removing my hands from him and pushing me back a little more harshly than he probably intended to.
I grin in satisfaction at his animalistic response to my touch, but my expression quickly drops when he leans forward and says, “You’re always gonna come first with me.”
He roughly yanks my panties down, pulling them all the way off my body and discarding them next to the rest of my clothes without a second thought. The promise his words hold makes me feel lightheaded and I’m vaguely worried my brain might not be getting enough oxygen, but we can worry about that later.
He wraps his hands around my ass and slides them down over my thighs until he’s cupping the back of my knees, then he pulls me toward him gently and firmly, forcing me to straddle him on the couch once again. I have to grip his shoulders to catch myself and nearly groan when I land in his lap, my hot center making contact with his hard-on through his sweats. My body begins grinding instinctually on impact, hips dipping and pressing, searching for the contact I need to bring the release I’m quickly realizing I’ll do anything to achieve.
The shocked look on his face takes me by surprise and when his hands came back up to rest on my hips and still me, I let him. He keeps a hand gripped on my ass and brings the other around to my front, finally giving me the touch I was more desperate for than I ever thought possible.
His middle finger traces along my seam, feeling the obvious wetness that’s escaping there, and pushes through the resistance, gently parting me to allow him access.
At the first touch, that delicious contact, his eyes trail down from my face, across my full breasts and the stomach I’ve never been happy with, down to my sex, bared to him. If he sees anything along the way he doesn't like, his eyes don’t let on. In fact, he looks like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. His thumb traces my landing strip while his middle finger makes gentle laps around my opening.
He bites his lower lip in concentration and watches his finger move along my entrance, utterly fascinated with where our bodies are joined, like it’s the most interesting visual of his entire life.
My thighs quiver when he slips that finger inside me, and I feel myself clench around him as an involuntary moan escapes my lips, making his eyes shutter.
He mutters a low, “Fuck, babe.”
Honestly, Asher really looks like he needs a minute to himself, but I’m done waiting. I begin moving on him, my hips going into motion of their own accord, up and down, up and down in a sensual rhythm that matches the song softly playing in the background.
His eyes shoot open when he feels that, and he watches, mesmerized. It feels too good to even allow room for embarrassment, the way his finger fits inside me, gravitates towardthatspot, filling me and teasing me deliciously.
When he slides another finger inside me, my legs actually give out for a second and I lose my rhythm. He lets me adjust for a second, watching me for any sign of it being too much.
He brings his face to my chest, placing kisses along my breasts, one after the other, spreading his attention equally between them. That encouragement is all I need for my walls to adjust to the new addition, my body welcoming his intrusion, and I’m good to keep going. My hips begin moving, grinding on his hand again.
He drags his other hand away from my ass to pull one of my bra straps down and free one breast from its cup, running his thumb across my pert nipple before taking it between his teeth and biting softly, then stroking the spot with his tongue. Stars burst behind my eyes, and I begin moving on his hand faster, feeling the waves of a release building deep inside me.
Another noise I didn't know I was capable of making escapes my lips as I lean my head back, letting my long hair fall to brush his legs beneath my ass, and he leans back to watch, captivated by what he’s witnessing, what he’s doing to me.
His free hand comes down to adjust himself in his pants before he places it on my abdomen, helping to guide my body against his. I look down to watch how I’m riding his hand, the two of us working me in a way that has to be magic, those hands, the man behind them, making me feel things I’ve never felt in my entire life.
The lust in his eyes alone nearly sends me over the edge, but when he brings that second hand down farther and uses his thumb to tease my clit, another strangled noise leaves my mouth, and my eyes shut involuntarily.
“Jesus, Ellie, you’re about to come on my hand already, aren’t you?” he asks, flexing his fingers inside of me, curling them against my tightening walls.
I bite my lip and nod tightly, past the point of caring what I look like, the fact that I’m riding his hand like it’s mine to use however I want, not giving a single shit that I have never once been this uninhibited with a man before. It feels too right between us to second guess any part of it, and I’m starting to wonder if there isn’t something to this whole gut-feeling thing.
“I can’t hold it,” I manage to get out.
“I had so much more planned for you,” he whispers against my right breast. “You’re just ready to burst any time I touch you, huh?”
He takes my nipple back into his mouth and sucks on it, flicking his tongue across the peak at the same time as he pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger with a little more pressure than I would’ve asked for. It makes me scream, just a little, my hips still grinding against the hand that’s inside of me, those two fingers working my g-spot for all it’s worth as my legs start to shake.
“Let me see you come, babe. Show me how hot you are like this, and then I’ll do it to you again.”
The combination of sensations was already hard to hold out against, but that request? It undid me. I want him to see, I want him to watch what he’s doing to me. And that promise for what’s next? A thrill shoots through me, sparking in all my erogenous zones along the way. I give in to the throes of my release with an uncontrollable noise and his name on my lips. Wave after wave of release rolls through my body, the pleasure blinding, and I shudder repeatedly under the intensity of it all as I ride it out.
He pulls back again to watch my climax, his gaze searing—I can feel it even with my eyes closed—but his hands never let up their ministrations until I stop moving entirely, weak in the knees, legs still shaking and utterly breathless.
When I start to come down and am able to breathe almost normally once again, he withdraws his hand and sits me back down on one of his thighs, both of my legs in between his. He presses his forehead to mine, and places a gentle kiss to my lips with a soft groan.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?” he asks softly, a half-grin on his face.
A flush that has nothing to do with my orgasm rises to my cheeks, and I tuck my head back in against his neck and shoulder, where I’m safe.
