"This is me asking." he murmurs, leaning back down to deliver a scorching, slow kiss to my lips, dragging every one of my breaths with him as he pulls back. "Will you be my girlfriend."
I blush and curse myself for it but Asher grins at the redness, his eyes crinkling at the corners and I'm not ashamed of my blush around him anymore.
"Yes."
"Good, because I was thinking up ways, I could change your mind if you said no."
I grin at the twinkle in his eye. "Like what?"
"You really want to know?"
I nod, feeling heat take over my whole body. "Yes."
"Take off your clothes."
My stomach swoops and Asher releases my wrists, watching me as I lean up slightly, hooking a finger around my shirt to pull it up and over my head, flicking the shirt to the floor. Asher watches me with rapt attention, his eyes taking in every subtle movement I make.
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it drop to my lap before it joins my shirt on the floor.
Asher clears his throat, "lean back."
I do, the pillows cushioning around me, and Asher shifts back on the bed, his fingers skimming my waist to hook around my pyjama pants, and he begins slowly dragging them down my legs, taking my panties with him until I'm completely naked before him.
I was completely bare before him and yet I had never felt more powerful, watching as Asher skims his gaze up my legs, pausing slightly when he looks between my legs before he's staring at the rest of me, his eyes coming to a pause on mine.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever loved."
I grin, feeling giddy. "Am I not the only girl you've ever loved?"
"You are beautiful. And the only girl I willeverlove." he says, reverence in his tone. "And I'm going to show you that for the rest of our lives."
Asher's fingers trail along my body, leaving a tingling path in their wake. He starts at my collarbone, tracing its curve before sliding down between my breasts. His touch is feather-light, teasing. I shiver as he circles my navel, then traces the curve of my hip.
"Asher," I breathe, my skin on fire.
He smirks, continuing his maddening exploration. His fingers dance along my inner thighs, so close yet so far from where I want him. I arch my back, silently begging. Asher chuckles, a low rumble that sends heat straight to my core.
Finally, mercifully, he lowers his head. But instead of giving me what I crave, he presses soft kisses to my thighs, my hips, everywhere but there. His hot breath fans against me and I let out an embarrassing mewling sound.
Asher's lips trail upwards, leaving a blazing path along my skin. He pauses at my breasts, his warm breath ghosting over my nipples. They harden instantly, aching for his touch. He flicks his tongue out, circling one peak torturously slow before taking it between his lips. I gasp at the sensation as he sucks gently, his hand coming up to caress my other breast.
He lavishes attention on my sensitive flesh, alternating between soft licks and firmer suction. His teeth graze my nipple, and I arch into him, threading my fingers through his hair. Asher hums in approval, the vibration sending shivers through me. He looks up at me through thick dark lashes, eyes twinkling with amusement.
After what feels like an eternity, he begins to move lower again. His lips and tongue explore every inch of my torso, dipping into my navel before continuing their descent. My thighs part instinctively as Asher settles between them. He places soft kisses along my inner thighs, his stubble scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. I squirm beneath him, desperate for more.
"Patience," he murmurs, his warm breath teasing me.
Finally, Asher's tongue makes contact, drawing a long, slow lick through my folds. I gasp at the sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckles softly, the vibration sending sparks through me. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he continues his exploration.
He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention on my most sensitive spots. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer. Asher responds by redoubling his efforts, his tongue circling my clit before sucking gently. Pleasure builds within me, a
Asher's skilled tongue works its magic, building waves of pleasure that crash over me. He alternates between teasing licks and more focused attention, never quite giving me enough to push me over the edge. My fingers tighten in his hair as I writhe beneath him, chasing release.
"Asher, please," I whimper, my hips rocking against his mouth.
He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," he murmurs, before diving back in.
The tension coils tighter and tighter within me as Asher brings me to the precipice again and again, only to back off at the last moment. My skin is flushed and damp with sweat, my breathing ragged.
