“I’ve never done—no one has ever made me feel that way before,” I admit quietly. “I think that was the fastest I’ve ever come.”
Did I really spend five years with someone who probably didn’t realize I even had a g-spot when this guy had found it like he had some sort of missile locking technology within fifteen seconds of having his fingers inside me?
Asher pulls back to meet my eyes once more, a hand trailing my cheek comfortingly. “You have no clue how many times I’ve dreamed of making you feel good that way… That was the best couple minutes of my fucking life.” He kisses my temple. “But I don’t think I could even last two minutes right now, you’re going to have to give me a moment to…put myself together after that.”
I chuckle at the look on his face, and nod, not objecting when he moves me to sit on the couch next to him so he can stand up and adjust himself.
My eyes fall to his groin, what I see there, and I lick my lips on instinct. God, I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel.
TWENTY-SEVEN
ASHER
Will she think less of me if I blow in thirty seconds, or if I rub one out in her bathroom before going back for seconds?
My money’s on the second one being the better option, so I lock myself in the bathroom in the hall, and let myself fall into the images crowding my brain. Howsoftshe was. How incredible she felt around me. That tight fucking thing that’s going to haunt my dreams until I have all of her, with all of me. Those fucking moans and whimpers. The way she screamed when I made her come.Fuck.
Might’ve overestimated on that thirty-second mark. Don’t think I lasted twenty.
I clean myself up, wash my hands, try to collect myself, and make it back out there to where she’s waiting for me, wearing nothing but a black, lacy bra and matching thong that she’s put back on.
“My own fucking pin-up girl,” I tell her as I close in on her, hands wrapping around her hips, her waist, sliding over all that bare skin she has out for me.
She grins and I can feel it against my neck as she does, then she places a kiss there. God, her lips are going to be the death of me. The way she used that tongue on my skin in the pool, I’ve thought about it way more in the last twenty-four hours than should be allowed.
“So do I get to watch you come now?” She says it so innocently, like that’s not the hottest thing a chick’s ever said to me. My dick is already responding, despite having been choked nearly to death less than a minute ago. Starting to worry I’ll still embarrass myself, even with that little intervention in the bathroom.
“Mmm, pretty sure I told you I was gonna make you come at least twice before you got to go anywhere,” I remind her, my lips running down her jaw, her neck, across her shoulder, where I move the bra strap out of the way to taste as much of her as I can reach.
“Oh,” she whispers, and it’s my favorite response of hers. She always says it when I’ve rendered her speechless. I love hearing the things she has to say, but it does something to me when I know she can’t think ofanythingto say back to me in moments like this.
I grin at her, tighten my arms around shoulders and start walking her to the bedroom. She spins in my arms, letting me stay glued to her from behind, and we enter the comfortably spacious room, decked out in bedding that looks a dozen times comfier than mine. My bed is like watching a show in 720p, whereas hers is in 4K. There’s no comparison on quality. It’s all light colors, airy, but not overly feminine. Looking forward to spending alotmore time in here with this girl.
I unwrap my arms, force myself to separate from her for a moment, and when she turns to face me, I capture those lips I keep fantasizing about with my own, push her back to the bed, get her to lay back on it, without breaking contact.
My tongue reaches, swipes, flicks at and plays with hers, and I relish the sounds I get in response. Can’t wait to see what noises my tongue can pull out of her when it’s a bit lower on her body. I wrap the kiss, then move my mouth down her chin, over her throat, press some open-mouthed kisses to the front of it, tongue coming out to lick her skin here and there. When I reach the interruption of her bra, I wind my arms beneath her body on the bed and work to undo it. There’s a lot more clasps than I’m used to, this isn’t the little flimsy thing Livvy and the other girls I’m used to being with wear. This shit is high-tech, heavy-duty, and my new arch nemesis.
“The fuck?” The words come out all exasperated, this thing doesn’t want to come off of her. She laughs, arching her back and lifting up a bit so she can help me with it, and together, we get the thing undone. I peel the straps off her, down one arm at a time, and finally,finally, her breasts are revealed to me.
Jesus motherfucking Christ.
I’ll be the first to say it. Boobs are boobs. Never met a pair I didn’t like. They don’t need to float, or be a certain size, or look like every other pair. They just need to be boobs. That’s the sole requirement for male enjoyment.
But these boobs? Holy hell, never seen a more gorgeous set in my damned life. There’s just somuchof them.
I groan, and when I meet her eyes, I see how nervous she is.
“Fucking hell, Ell,” I tell her. “Never seen a more beautiful sight.”
Her eyes darken, thighs swish together, and I smirk at her.
“Take your shirt off,” she tells me. Doesn’t ask. Fuck, it’s hot. So used to girls letting me do all the talking in the bedroom, these little lines she’s throwing out at me are driving me up the wall.
I tear my shirt off, pull it from the back of the neck straight off and toss it down. Her eyes float down, soak in my bare chest, stomach, and then stay on my arms.
“You got a thing for my arms, huh?” I ask her, and she nods, lower lip in between her teeth in the hottest way.
“Totally my kink,” she tells me, and I make a mental note of that.
