"You're doing this on purpose." I try to snap but the words just come out wanton, breathy and needy.
He grins, but doesn't reply, going back to pleasuring me with his lips and tongue.
"God, Asher, Please-"
Just when I think I can't take anymore, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them in a come-hither motion as his tongue flicks against my clit, sucking greedily.
Asher's fingers and tongue work in perfect harmony, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His fingers curl and thrust as his tongue swirls and flicks, building the tension higher and higher. I'm trembling, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
"Let go," Asher murmurs against my sensitive flesh. "I've got you."
With those words, I shatter. My back arches off the bed as intense pleasure washes over me. Asher doesn't let up, working me through my release, drawing out every last tremor and gasp.
As the aftershocks subside, I reach for him, dragging him up my body. Our lips crash together in a heated kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, tangy and intoxicating.
"I need more," I breathe against his lips. "I want you, Asher. I want to feel you inside me."
Asher pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Are you sure?" he asks softly, his thumb caressing my cheek. "We don't have to rush anything."
I reach up, cupping his face in my hands. "I've never been surer of anything," I say, my voice steady and clear. "I want you, Asher. All of you."
A slow smile spreads across his face, his eyes darkening with passion. He leans down, capturing my lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His tongue explores my mouth as his hands roam mybody, igniting sparks wherever they touch. I moan into the kiss, arching against him.
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, down my neck. I gasp as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, sucking and lavishing attention on it before he moves back to my lips.
"You're sure." He doesn't seem to really be asking, more like he's trying to convince himself that this is happening.
I nod, slipping my fingers into his thick hair, pulling his face to mine.
"I'm sure." I whisper, delivering a kiss to his lips. "I want to have this with you; I want you to show me."
He pulls back and looks between my eyes before pushing himself up on the bed, muscles flexing and contracting from the movement and I can't help but stare at them, mesmerized.
Asher's eyes never leave mine as he slowly lowers himself back down, his body covering mine like a warm, protective blanket. His weight feels delicious, grounding me in the moment. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch infinitely gentle.
"I'll go slow," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "If anything feels uncomfortable, tell me and we'll stop, okay?"
I nod, but I don't want him to go slow or to stop, my heart racing with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. Asher seems to sense this, pressing soft, reassuring kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. His tenderness makes my chest ache with emotion.
I know it's not my first time, but it may as well be since the actual first time was . . . not worth mentioning and definitely not even close to comparing to anything I've done with Asher.
He trails his hand down my body, caressing and exploring. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, looking to me for permission which makes me grin like an idiot, his head was just between my thighs, his face is still glistening with my cum and yet he still asks for permission.
I nod, biting my lip as his fingers delve into my slick folds. He groans softly, his forehead resting against mine. He coats his fingers with my juices, and I watch enraptured as he drags a thick hand over the head of his cock, a flush rising to my cheeks when I see my cum glistening on the head, coating him perfectly before holding my breath as he inches forward, the head of his cock resting teasingly against my opening.
"Wait, fuck, we need a condom." He pulls back and I almost whine from the direct loss of him before my brain catches up with what he'd said and I wave a hand to my bedside table, words completely foreign to me right now.
Asher must understand to some degree, because he reaches over my body, his perfect chest right over mine as he pulls the draw open and retrieves the fresh pack of condoms I may or may not have purchased in hopes this would happen.
"Extra-large?" He murmurs, trying and failing to keep the grin off his face, and I shrug, blushing for a whole new reason.
"I've been up close and personal with that thing," I whisper, "It's extra-large."
He laughs, dropping down to place a scorching kiss on my lips before settling back between my legs, with a condom in hand.
"Wait." I mutter and he does, pausing completely as I struggle to sit up. "I want to do it."
His brows raise just the slightest bit, but he hands me the condom and I rip it open, ignoring his eyes on me as I throw the packet somewhere on the floor and reach forward to roll the piece of rubber on, my hands only slightly shaky.
