Asher’s cock slides a leisurely path back inside of me, stretching and filling me until I feel like I’m about to burst like a balloon.
“Oh,fuck,” I whimper. “Asher—”
“That’s a lot of fuss from just my cock.” He sounds lazily amused. I’m sure I’m stoking his ego to untenable heights, but right now, I can’t bring myself to care. I’m consumed by him, every part of me aching for him. “I wonder what would happen if I did…this.” He slides his hand around me and presses his thumb to my clit. I jerk, moaning, feeling my eyes sting from the unbearable pleasure.
“That seems to be the spot.” He folds himself over my body, nipping the shell of my ear. “You’re close already, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy clenching and spasming.”
“Yes,” I sob. “I’m close. I… I can’t—”
“Not yet.” He fists my hair again, tugging it back. The little pinpricks of pain only push me closer to the edge of an orgasm, and a tear leaks from my eye. I never knew sex could be like this. Raw, real, andconsuming, body and soul. I don’t know how I can ever go back tonormalafter tonight.
He strokes his fingers over my clit at the same time he tugs on my hair, deepening the stinging ache at my scalp. It should be humiliating, but I love the position and the power imbalance. I don’t have to make any choices—only obey.
His hand gradually releases my hair, only to slide around my neck. He applies thefaintestbit of pressure, not restricting my breathing in any real way, just letting me know that he could if he wanted to. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and more tears fall when he strokes my clit faster.
“Ohgod,” I sob. “Oh fuck,Asher!”
“Come.”
God help me, I do.Hard. My orgasm is so intense I feel it from my toes all the way to my scalp, and fire licks at every inch of me. He strokes my clit harder and faster, turning the pleasure borderlinepainful.It’s so intense it’s almosttoointense, and I instinctively try to crawl forward, needing a small reprieve.
His grip on my neck tightens and he yanks me back, spearing his cock even deeper inside of me. “Don’t youfuckingdare,” he growls. “Stay with me.Feel it.”
“Fuck, fuck,fuck” I cry.
I’m an incoherent mess by the time my orgasm recedes, leaving me with little aftershocks shaking me and the wind knocked out of me. My throat feels raw from shouting, and my pussy is so over sensitized I’m on the verge of genuinely crying.
Asher’s thrusts turn jerky and erratic—several mind-melting strokes later, he releases inside of me with a groan.
We both collapse on the bed, side by side. I’m face down, eyes fluttering, trying to come to my senses despite the pull of exhaustion.
Asher’s mission was achieved; I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after this. I’m utterly and thoroughly ruined, and even if Asher and I don’t work out, even if I spend the rest of my life disappointed because nothing else couldpossiblybe this good, I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.
I crack my eyes open and turn my head, facing Asher. His expression is a mixture of stunned and deeply satisfied. Seems we’re of one mind; that was not supposed to be as good as it was.
My brows pinch as a new thought occurs to me. “You didn’t wear a condom.” I can feel his release dripping out of me.
Asher turns to gaze at me, a frown marring his handsome face as he also comes to the same realization. “Oh, fuck—”
“It’s okay.” I yawn. “I’m on birth control for shit periods. As long as you’re clean—” I snap straight to alertness, asudden bolt of energy forcing me to sit up. “You’re clean, right? Youhave to be—”
Asher cuffs a hand around my wrist and pulls me back down. “I’m clean. I’ve never gone in raw before, but I still get tested regularly. I can show you my results if it’ll put you at ease.”
I relax into his side again, curling up close to him and resting my head on his granite-hard shoulder. It doesn’t make for the mostcomfortablepillow, but it’s already becoming my favorite one. “I trust you.”
He gazes down at me with uncharacteristic softness. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” I nod. “Please don’t make me regret it.” We both know I’m talking about more than just tonight; I trust him more than I remember trusting anyone in a long, long time, even though that’s probably ill-advised.
“I won’t,” he promises softly. He leans down and brushes his lips against mine in a featherlight kiss, sealing his words.
We lie in silence for a while, gazing at each other, still catching our breaths. All of my earlier fears have melted away in the wake of my multiple brain-scrambling orgasms.
“Is it always like that?” I ask quietly, needing to know if I’ve been missing out this entire time, or if what we have is something extraordinary.
Asher shakes his head, touching his forehead to mine. “No. It never is.”
“Mm.” I yawn again. “We should do that more often. Like… soon.”
