"Do you want to?"
"Do I want you to go down on me?"
He rolls his eyes, "are you going to answer the question?"
"Aren't you meant to be teaching me how to pleasure a guy?"
"If you're with the right guy, this will pleasure them."
"Going down on me?" I say confused. "Will pleasure a guy?" I roll my eyes. "Aren't I meant to go down on them? Give them a blowjob or a hand job or you know, anything else."
"You haven't been with the right guys."
"I've only been with one, technically." I don't really count the other since I was drunk and at a party and I just wanted to get it all over with, but I never went through with it, just the blowjob and then I left feeling not like myself.
I think for a moment and Asher lets me.
"Can we just kiss, for now?"
Asher's head tilts but he moves closer, leaning back on the headboard beside me.
I look at him in confusion when he doesn't move.
"If you want me to kiss you again, Ivy, then you're going to have to make the first move."
I huff and he laughs but I move, kneeling up on the bed. Asher crosses his arms, raising a brow at me in challenge.
I move closer, my heart beating hard in my chest before I throw one of my legs over his.
"Straddling Ivy, I didn't expect this from you."
"Shut up," I mutter, looking at where I sit on him, the way his jeans feel beneath my thighs. "Or I will stop."
He doesn't reply, his hips shifting slightly under me and causing me to slip forward a little, hands flying up to rest on his chest and not crash into him.
I narrow my eyes on his, the twinkle in them causing a shiver down my spine and he raises another brow, tilting his head but he doesn't say anything.
He doesn't have to, his eyes say enough.
I lean forward, my eyes still on his, my lips having lost the tingle from when we kissed earlier and plant them against his.
He lets me lead, my lips moving against his softly at first, searching for the rhythm we had earlier and I shift forward, closer to his chest, hands moving up his pecs slowly before winding around his neck.
Asher's lips seal to mine, his hands finally moving, settling on my hips before slowly slipping under my shirt, thumb tracing small circles on my exposed flesh.
I shiver, hips swaying against his, my hands delving into his hair and pulling.
He groans, his hands moving upwards, my shirt dragging up with it, another shiver rocking me, my hips pressing into his where I feel exactly what this kiss is doing to him.
I pull back from his lips and stare into his eyes; the blue blurred with desire. "What?" He asks, eyes moving back to my lips, the hands on my skin moving up until he's squeezing my ribs. "You've got your thinking face on."
"I want to try something."
His hands squeeze me one more time, lingering before I shift back and they drop.
"What-"
"Shh." I say, needing him to not talk before I lose my nerve. I lean forward again, kissing him, to distract him but mainly to distract myself as I let my hand trail down his stomach, the muscles beneath tensing under my feather like touch.
