“I’ve got it.”
Fuck, the feel of her hands on him as she put the thing on nearly threw him over the edge. He kept it together though, and thank fuck for that. In no time, his cock was deep in the promised land again, happily encased in her slick heat.
Asher threw his head back on a grunt as she palmed his chest and they found their stride, loving the feel of her as she rode him. He gripped her hips, urging her on as that string of diamonds became a pendulum with their thrusts.
She chuckled as he clutched her, leaning in for a kiss while keeping up her undulations. The sight of her adorned in his jewels stoked his fire even more.
He tried to stick with her rhythm, he really did. But she was going so goddamn slow and he was about to blow over here.
“Go faster, precious,” he ordered.
She leaned back, rocking those luscious hips, those diamonds glittering alluringly down her décolletage.
“I thought you liked this pace,” she said throatily. “I know I do.”
“Fucking hell,” he gritted as she kept up with that steady glide, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Death by slow sex.
Maybe that wasn’t a bad way to go, but he wasn’t going to last long enough to find out.
“Duchess,” he growled.
“Oh, Darling,” she drawled, “you’re so cute when you’re needy.”
“Cute, huh? I’ll give you cute.” He smacked her ass, drawing a delighted squeal and giggle from her before he rolled their bodies so he was on top again.
Duchess inhaled sharply, desire etched across her features as she wrapped her legs around him and slid a hand along his shoulder while he took over the rhythm, driving into her deep.
“I take it back.” She panted, her head rocking back on the pillow with each thrust. “I like fierce better than cute, Asher.”
Now fierce he could do.
He kissed her hard. Taking her mouth the same way he took her sex, fully, completely. And she was fucking perfect, right there with him the whole time, moaning and mewling her pleasure for him. Clawing at his back and calling out his name as he drove her to her edge.
Ecstasy infused them both as they climbed together, cresting the waves of desire and getting caught in their undertow again and again like some kind of euphoric tide. He’d never come so hard or so long in his life and just when he thought he was done, another orgasm tackled him from behind, and then another, taking her right off the cliff with him again.
Holy shit, she really was going to kill him.
And he’d never been happier.
8
Cleawincedassheclambered over another log, wishing she was soaking in Asher’s fantastic tub instead of tromping back down a game trail from a fruitless search.
Treasure Falls indeed.
“Why would they name it Treasure Falls if there’s no treasure?” She asked again.
“It’s the beauty of the place that’s the treasure, Duchess.” Blaze chuckled.
“Well,” she huffed, stepping around a boulder, “I think it’s a misnomer that vastly misrepresents the location.”
“You really thought we’d find treasure up there?”
Clea shot Blaze a dark look. Like she’d be out here kitted out for climbing otherwise?
A big fat no on that one.
