He wrenched his lips from hers, appreciating the whimper that called from her as he kissed down the column of her neck and lowered Duchess long enough to get those jeans down her hips. Asher appreciated the way Duchess clawed at his shirt, bunching it between her fingers and yanking it over his head while he unzipped one of her boots.
And then they were kissing again.
Asher loved the delighted moans Duchess gave him as he explored her mouth. Loved her incredible flavor. Loved the way she pressed into him, sliding her hands along his back and chest, leaving electric ripples in their wake. He broke the kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot, Duchess.” he breathed, peppering her smooth neck with kisses.
“Asher.” She groaned with carnal need, spearing her fingers into his hair as he made his way lower.
He had her bra off in no time and availed himself of her perfect tits, loving the way her nipples were already at attention for him.
Duchess moaned with pleasure as he acquainted himself with her breasts, kissing and sucking and touching every inch of them. She called his name as he nipped at her tender flesh and Asher made his way back to her lips, enjoying the way she surrendered to his kiss as he backed her against the wall.
He palmed her bare ass, lifting her again and loving the way she shifted against him as he reached between them. Damn, the feel of her skin on his was exquisite. He loved the way she cried his name as he sank himself deep into the very core of her, and the way she moved with him as he worked her hot sheath.
There was something incredible about this woman.
Something simultaneously familiar and exotic that lit him up from the inside and had him craving more. Asher drove into her deeper, loving the guttural way she called his name as he nipped her neck and shoulder.
Duchess undulated in time with his thrusts, her inner walls massaging his cock with every stroke, and Asher growled with the effort of staving off his climax. It was a wasted effort, though. Everything about her called to him. And here, locked in this moment, buried to the hilt in her wet heat, with her succulent body wrapped around him, urging him on, Asher could think of nothing else. Duchess broke their kiss, calling his name with a throaty cry as she went over her edge, taking him with her.
Sure as if he was flying, pleasure flooded Asher’s system as his orgasm took him into another realm. He lost all track of time as waves of ecstasy washed his body, making his limbs languid and light, transforming him from the inside until he was floating on a sea of tranquility.
He could live here, wrapped in this oceanic breeze.
He really could.
6
Clea’sbodyhummedwithpleasure, aftershocks coursing through her even as she came down from her climax.
Holy shit, that had been incredible.
She’d assumed Asher would be a good lay based on the way he moved and his sheer air of masculinity. But damn, he’d been even better than she’d imagined, and she had a hell of an imagination. She wasn’t sure if that orgasm had rocked her so hard because it had been a while since something without batteries had taken her there, or if it was all just Asher.
Probably Asher.
There was something about that man that called to her in a way no one else ever had. Something alluring and magnetic she hadn’t experienced with another person before.
And damn, that had been a fantastic fuck.
Too bad he wasn’t a repeat player. They’d fit together perfectly and she could definitely get used to that kind of pleasure on the regular.
At least they still had the rest of the night to play.
Asher shifted, stroking her hair back from her face, and Clea realized they were on the floor. Well, Asher was on the floor. She was sitting in his lap, still impaled on his impressive length. Damn, she liked the way he filled her.
“You okay?” he rasped, tucking her hair back behind her ear.
The tenderness in his voice and concern in his eyes nearly undid her. No one had ever asked her how she’d felt after sex before.
“Yes,” she admitted. “That was fantastic.”
Asher caressed her cheek, then slid his hand around her neck, bringing her disheveled braid forward.
“May I?” His fingers trailed her braid. “I’ve wanted to see your hair down since we met.”
“By all means.” Clea smiled.
