"Look at you, taking control."
I pull back, biting my lip before settling back on the mattress and finally looking into Ashers eyes.
They're molten, heavy-lidded and full of desire.
He doesn't say anything and for that I'm grateful, watching as he settles back between my thighs and plants the head of his dick against my entrance again, running it up and down my slick folds, the blunt touch of his cock against my clit causing wetness to flood between my legs.
"You're still so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "So perfect."
I gasp as he slowly enters me, my body stretching to accommodate him. There's a brief flash of discomfort, not pain but an ache from the stretch, but Asher stills, letting me adjust.
"You okay?" he asks softly, concern evident in his eyes.
I nod, breathing deeply. "Yes," I whisper. "Please, don't stop."
Asher begins to move, setting a slow, gentle rhythm. "You feel amazing," he breathes against my ear. "So tight, so warm. All mine"
His words send shivers down my spine. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious fullness that makes me moan with pleasure.
Asher's lips find mine again, our kisses growing more desperate, more passionate as our bodies move together in perfect synchronicity. He breaks away, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
Asher maintains his steady rhythm, his hips rolling against mine in a mesmerizing dance. His breath comes in hot pants against my neck as he whispers encouragement.
"You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You feel incredible. I don't think I'll ever get enough of this. Enough of you. You have no idea how long I've wanted this."
His words wash over me, stoking the fire building low in my belly. I arch my back, trying to take him even deeper. Asher groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine.
"That's it, baby," he praises. "Move with me. Find what feels good."
I experiment, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. When I find an angle that sends sparks shooting up my spine, I gasp, clutching at his shoulders but it disappears too quickly.
Asher's movements become more fluid, more confident as he reads my body's responses. He shifts slightly, angling his hips,and suddenly stars explode behind my eyelids as he that spot deep inside me again that makes me cry out.
"There?" he asks, a hint of smugness in his voice.
"Yes," I gasp. "Oh god, yes."
He maintains the angle, his thrusts becoming more purposeful. I'm lost in a haze of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. My hands roam his back, feeling the flex and play of his muscles as he moves above me.
"Hmm?" Asher asks, adjusting to hit that spot again and I gasp, drawing him closer but also wanting to push him back at the sensation.
I arch my back, pressing my breasts against his chest, craving more contact. Asher groans, thrusting deeper.
"That's it, baby," he encourages. "Let yourself feel everything."
I whimper, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Asher slows his movements, gazing into my eyes with such tenderness it makes my heart ache.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly. "We can stop if it's too much."
I shake my head vehemently. "No, please don't stop," I plead, tightening my legs around him. "It's perfect. You're perfect."
Asher smiles, a mix of relief and desire in his eyes. He resumes his movements, gradually building back up to that delicious rhythm. His hands explore my body reverently, caressing my breasts, my hips, my thighs. Every touch sends jolts of pleasure through me.
"You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice husky with passion. "Taking me so beautifully. Does it feel good?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching into him. "So good. I never knew it could feel like this."
He chuckles softly, nipping at my earlobe. "We're just getting started, Ivy. I'm going to make you feel incredible," Asher promises, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
