He takes his time. Kissing one cheek.
“If it isn’t painfully clear, I’m so madly, insanely in love with you.” He moves to kiss the other. “I’d die before I let you go, Olivia. I made this crib for our baby, and I’d really, really fuckin’ like it if it lived here in my home, instead of going back to yours.”
I smile up at him, narrowing my eyes.
“I thought you didn’t believe in love?” I query, my eyebrow raised, though I’m so damn happy I could burst.
“Aye.” He chuckles. “You gonna make me work for this, are you?”
“You know it.” I kiss him.
“Beautiful Olivia, never in all my thirty-two years did I ever think there was a woman for me. A match who would excite me.” He kisses my nose. “I never believed in soulmates. I thought the men in my family were cursed for love, for true happiness.” Asher lifts his hand so his thumb grazes my cheek. “But it’s taken you less than seven months to prove to me that I am the man I always wanted to be, with you. My soulmate, in every possible way.”
“I love you, Asher,” I whisper. “Of course I’ll stay.”
Reaching down, I take his big hand in my smaller one and place it against my stomach.
“This is where we belong,” I say, and my heart soars as I kiss him. Every bit of love I can muster up courses through me now, for him, and for our child, as he kisses me.
Asher is warm and inviting as his hands search and knead. Hunger takes over as the fall wind howls against the roof and Asher groans. I feel him stiffen with our kiss, and then he’s moving me backward out of the baby’s room and into the hall. We don’t even make it past the foyer before he’s spinning me around, sliding his hands through my hair, and lifting my head up so that I can look over my shoulder and into the mirror above the table near the front door.
The soft light from the kitchen casts shadows over both of us, and I watch intently as his gaze trails over my back. A look of tortured need lines his gorgeous face as he flips my dress up over my hips and squeezes my ass tight. I moan and his jaw tics at the sound.
His expression has me so turned on that a feeling I’ve never experienced before takes over. A desire to own him how he ownsme.Driven by instinct, I reach back, cupping his cock through his jeans, and his heated eyes flick to mine as I start to stroke him. I smirk and then slink out of the way so he’s left standing in front of the mirror.
“Take your shirt off,” I tell him in my most sultry, commanding voice, power coursing through me when he listens. “And stay there.”
His muscular chest rises and falls as I move behind him, reaching around his waist and unbuckling his jeans.
I peek at his reflection in the mirror, expecting him to lose his patience with me and take back the control he always clings to. But, to my surprise, he doesn’t move an inch. He waits as I loosen his jeans around him just enough to pull his hard cock out.
“You want me to touch you?” I purr. His cock is so hard and leaking for me, telling me he likes me taking control just as much as I do.
“Yes,” he answers.
“Yes, kitten?” I correct him. He doesn’t hesitate.
“Yes, kitten.”
Holy hell, I’m practically dripping down my own thighs. I spit into my palm intentionally while he watches me. His jaw locks again as I reach around and begin to pull on his cock, not moving my eyes from his in the mirror. His bottom lip is clasped between his teeth, and as I toy with him, running my first finger over his piercing, his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Uh-uh,” I tell him firmly. “Eyes here, Daddy.”
“Fuck,woman,” he bites out as I continue my stroke, watching us both in the mirror. The strain of his thick neck, the veins in his abs, sending all that blood to his aching, solid shaft. I’ve never felt more high than when he groans a long, deep growl. This beast of a man, this absolute alpha, handing all the control to me. Because he’smine.
I’m drunk on this power as I back away. Asher doesn’t dare move as I drop my hand. He pulls in ragged breaths, like his lungs are working overtime, and his eyes are wild as he waits for my command.
“Now you spit,” I order, not breaking eye contact. “Strokeyourself for me, Ash. Show me how you make yourself come when I’m not around.”
Asher smirks, the kind that tells me that when he gets his hands on me, I’m done for. But he listens as he spits into his palm and takes his huge dick into his hand, stroking for me.
“That cunt is crying for me, isn’t it,pretty girl?” he asks as he continues his steady pulls.
“Yes,” I answer honestly. “You want it?”
“Fuck yeah,” he answers right away.
“Beg me,” I breathe out, lifting my dress off over my head, moving out from behind him, just enough for him to see my lacy white bra and panties. “Tell me when you can’t take it anymore.” I hook my thumbs into my panties, letting them slink down my body and onto the floor.
