“Oh,fuck,” I whimper against his lips. His fingers travel a leisurely path up and down my slit, finding my clit with unnerving precision but denying me the friction I need.
“Already dripping,” he mutters. “Not so fucking prim and proper anymore, are you?” he pulls back, eyes filled with so much heat the temperature in the room jumps by several degrees. “Your pussy is drenching my hand, sweetheart.Fuck.” His jaw clenches while I gaze up at him helplessly, eyes pleading.
One of his fingers slides into me. My back arches and my toes curl at the delicious friction, but he pulls out too quickly. I whimper at the loss, only to freeze when his finger prods at my mouth.
“Open,” he commands.
My lips part. His finger slides in, smearing the taste of my tangy arousal over my tongue. I moan at the erotic, lewd act, then moan even louder as he replaces his finger with his tongue, kissing me so deeply I think I might pass out. A growl rumbles from deep in his throat, coursingthrough me, making my nipples and clit ache simultaneously. As if he knows what I’m thinking,twofingers return to my core and glide to my entrance. He doesn’t ask permission this time—I’ve already told him he can touch me, and I’m willing to scream from the rooftops that he can do whatever he wants to me if he keeps making me feelthisgood.
“You know what you taste like?” I moan in response as fingers bury to the second knuckle, filling and stretching me. “Fuckingheaven.”
His kiss deepens, tongue twining with mine, every movement filled with need, fervor, and so much passion I can barely stand it. His thumb glides up to my clit, and my body tenses, nails sinking into his shoulders. He hits that magical spot inside me, and my eyes flutter, stars bursting behind my lids.
“Not yet,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out of me. He jerks me off the counter so abruptly I yelp and spins me around. My hands curl over the edges of the sink, and I meet my eyes in the mirror. They’re wide with surprise and filled with arousal. I barely recognize myself. Lips swollen, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, skirt bunched around my waist. I look so needy it’s almost embarrassing.
“I want you to watch yourself as I make you mine,” he says, his voice rough with need. He pushes down my top and bra, and my breasts spill out, tightening against the cool air. His finger tugs my nipple, and my eyes shut again.
“No,” he growls, fisting my hair and tugging it. “Look at yourself. Look at me.Watch.”
I can’t do anything but obey. When my eyes are firmly on him again, he releases my hair and snakes his arm around me. His fingers slide right back inside of me, thumb gliding a languid circle over my clit. My legs tremble, knees giving out, hips sagging against the cool sink.
“Oh,god,” I breathe. A knot of tension winds my core tighter and tighter, until I can barely breath. “Fuck,fuck—”He releases my nipple and closes his hand over my mouth, muffling my moan.
“Your sounds are mine. I won’t let anyone else hear them,” he snarls. “Now watch as I finger-fuck you until you explode.”
He does just that. His thrusts turn rough, almost jagged. I press my hips against his hand, moaning brokenly, tears swimming in my eyes. It’s too much and not enough in the same breath. I need more, I want him to never stop, even as frighteningly intense pleasure starts to pulse through my body.
“Now,” he growls. “Come.”
Orgasmwould be too mild of a world to explain what happens next. More like anatomic fucking explosion. Fire rips through me in searing waves, each more overwhelming than the last. My pussy convulses, my cries become so loud his hand barely manages to muffle them, and the sight of him doing this to me,undoing me, only winds me tighter and intensifies the pleasure. Endorphins make me feel like I’m floating on a cloud in the atmosphere, while unbelievable pressure keeps me firmly rooted tothe ground. My strength melts out of me in one fell swoop—I’d fall to the floor if he didn’t have such a tight grip on me.
Keeping my eyes open becomes impossible. I can’t stop them from rolling into the back of my head as I shudder, shiver, and orgasm with such intensity I feel like my soul’s about to burst out of my body and fly away like a kite. It’s an indescribable experience. It’ssacred.
My descent is much slower than my rise up. My vision returns as my eyes blink open, and my trembling slowly recedes. My breaths are rapid and labored, breasts quickly rising and falling.
The way Asher watches me, like I’m the most fascinating and desirable person in the world, sets off several more convulsions. Once I’m completely wrung out and tapped, he slowly eases his hand off my mouth and slides his palm from between my thighs.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He presses a tender kiss to my neck. A sigh of contentment escapes me. After a few minutes, he rights my top and pulls down my skirt. A frown draws my brows together. He’s done? But I haven’t—
I spin around, intent on returning the favor, but he stops me with his hands on my waist. “No,” he says softly. “That was for you. I intend to get mine later.” He presses a soft, achingly sweet kiss to my lips.
Who knew Asher Lawrence could be sokind?It almost makes me want to cry.
“Thank you,” I breathe. “That was…”
“I know. Me, too.” We stare at each other, mutual understanding passing between us. I don’t think normal people feelthatgood or connected during mere foreplay. I literally cannot fathom what actual sex would be like with him, but I can’t wait to find out.
“Should we—” I swallow. “Get out of here?”
He smiles at me, amused. “Trying to pick me up like a girl at a bar?” he kisses my nose. “No, sweetheart. Not tonight. I’m a gentleman. We’re going to eat pizza like the entire restaurant doesn’t know what we’re doing, and I’m going to drive you home, walk you to your door, and leave you with a goodnight kiss.”
I bury my face in my hands. There weren’t many people in the pizzeria to begin with, but I imagine all of them know exactly what happened in this bathroom. Are we going to get in trouble for public indecency?
“You should clean up,” Asher says. “I wouldn’t want to gouge out the eyes of anyone who stares at you too long.” He leaves me in the bathroom with that silky threat ringing in my ears and one final kiss that nearly steals the soul from my body.
A quick examination of my expression in the mirror confirms what I’d dreaded. Whatever happens between me and Asher, I am already completely and utterlyruined.
Chapter Thirty-One
