“I know. I’ve got you.” I hook my fingers in her underwear, and she lifts her hips so I can slide them down. Then she’s bare, straddling me, and I have to close my eyes for a second to keep from losing my mind entirely.
I feel the heat of her, wet and slick and pressed against my throbbing cock. “Keep climbing,” I say into her hair.
“What?”
“Come here.” I lean back carefully, mindful of my ankle, and reposition us so she’s sitting on my chest, her thighs bracketing my head.
She looks down at me, eyes wide. “Asher?—”
“Come. Here.” I grin, and her mouth drops open as she realizes I’m pulling her to sit on my face. Eva tastes like salt and want and something uniquely her. I learn her the way I learn everything—systematically, thoroughly, paying attention to what makes her gasp and what makes her moan and what makes her thighs tremble against my ears.
“Oh god…” Her hands find my hair, gripping hard. “Asher, that’s?—”
I don’t stop. Don’t ease up. I want to give her this. Want to show her with my body what I can’t quite say with words: she matters. Her pleasure thrills me. I would spend hours here, days here, learning every single thing that makes her fall apart.
She grips the headboard and throws her head back, her body bowed in an arch of goosebumps and tremors.
“Asher. I’m going to—” Her voice is high, desperate. “I’m so close, I’m—” I slide two fingers inside her and curl them just right, and she shatters.
The sound she makes is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Her whole body shakes with it, clenching around my fingers, her thighs squeezing my head. I work her through it, gentling my touch through the aftershocks.
When she stills, she slumps forward. “Holy shit,” she breathes.
“Good?”
She lets out a laugh that’s more like a sob. “Good is not the word. Good is so inadequate. I need a thesaurus.”
I help her slide down my body until she’s on top of me, her head on my chest, both of us breathing hard. “Give me a second,” she mumbles into my skin. “I need to remember how to be a person.”
“Take your time.” I run my fingers through her hair, memorizing the feel of the silk against my skin.
She lifts her head. Her eyes are hazy, satisfied, but there’s something else there, too. Something really vulnerable. “That was…” She shakes her head. “No one’s ever done that before.”
“Made you come?”
“Put me first like that. Made it about me.” She traces a finger along my jaw.
The confession stirs something possessive deep in my chest. “Not with me,” I say. “With me, you come first. Always.”
She kisses me, tasting herself on my mouth and not seeming to mind. The kiss starts soft but builds, and I feel her hand sliding down my stomach, reaching for me.
“Your turn to feel good,” she murmurs against my lips. She wraps her hand around me, and I forget how to think. “I want you inside me. Is that okay?”
“Eva, that is so far beyond okay?—”
“Condom?” she asks.
“Nightstand. Top drawer.” I order those in bulk along with my fancy coffee. The last thing I want is everyone at the Quick Lick knowing what brand of condoms and lube I keep in stock just to throw them out once they expire. Not this time, though. I have a fresh box that Eva rips open gleefully.
She unwraps one of the condoms and rolls it on me, her touch confident and sure. Then she positions herself over me, and I have to grip her hips to keep from thrusting up immediately. We figure it out together, laughing at the logistics, the awkwardness somehow making it better instead of worse. She ends up on top, straddling me again, her hands braced on my chest. “Ready?” she asks.
“I’ve been ready for weeks.”
She sinks onto me slowly, inch by inch, and we both groan at the sensation. She’s slick and hot and perfect, and I have to think about spreadsheets and coding bugs and anything except how good she feels to keep from embarrassing myself.
“Okay?” I manage.
“So perfect.” She starts to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that makes my vision blur. “God, Asher. You feel?—”
