Asher
“Ineed you …”
Those words will break me every damn time, because I want her to need me. I want her to needonlyme.
I crush my lips to hers in a knee-buckling kiss. A moan escapes her as my hand slides under the thin cotton of her shirt and her lips part, letting me taste and savor her until she’s kissing me back, eagerly, like she’s been waiting forever for me to give in. She’s fucking stunning like this. No care about where she is, no worry about right or wrong, just taking what she wants without thought, which I know for Olivia is rare as hell.
And fuck, do I ever give in.
This kiss isn’t like the ones before it. This kiss is full of something I’ve never felt before: fucking emotion and a growing connection that I’m having a really hard time understanding. This connection is deep, split equally between us, only becoming one when we’re connected like this with my lips, hands, and my body on hers.
I cradle the back of her head as I hold her so close thereisn’t enough space to breathe between us. Olivia slides her hands up and twists her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, trying to pull me even closer. We both moan as she moves her hand over my cock between us. We slow, nowhere near done kissing each other as she meets my tongue with her own in a perfect, teasing pulse.
I’m ready to come in my fucking pants as she takes my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down.
“I’ve never stopped thinking aboutthatnight,” she says in a breathy whisper. The words make me give in entirely as I slide my hands under her skirt and grip the soft skin of her ass tight. She’s so fucking silky and warm as the tips of my fingers graze her cotton thong. Knowing I can’t have her, that I still have to wait until her next trimester, is a special kind of torture all on its own.
“I never stopped thinking about how it felt when you were deep inside me, Ash …”
Goddamn.
She strokes my dick again, squeezing a little harder this time, letting her free hand reach up to rest on my shoulder and I suck in a breath. “About how good it felt for you to stretch me, fill me.”
“Fuck, woman.What are you doing to me?” Flames lick up my spine as she lets out another throaty moan, rocking into me further, adding more pressure.
“Do you think about it too?” she asks, so needy.Fuck.
“Every. Waking. Fucking. Moment,” I growl, gripping her ass so tight her breath hitches. Another throaty moan and my dick is leaking for her. I’m so fucking hard.
“Me too,” she breathes. I press my heavy palm against her clit through her panties, knowing she’s fucking soaked for me. I remember the way she clenched around my dick and it sends another thrill through me.
She’s fucking perfect.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again,” she admits in a dirty whisper, trading between gently stroking her fingers over my cock then gripping it tight. My eyes nearly roll back; the contrast is driving me mad.
“Fuck, if you keep that up, I’m going to blow in my fucking pants, Olivia.”
Her plush pink lips pop open as she whimpers. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
She’s a little brat. Sexy as hell and she doesn’t even realize it.
“Iwantto make you come …” she trails off in a moan. I force myself to back up from her before pulling my T-shirt off with one hand and tossing it to the floor. Next, I lose my jeans, and then my boxers, until I’m standing stark naked in the room in front of her, calling her bluff. There’s no stopping this now. She hasn’t moved; she’s frozen and her eyes are moving quickly over my rigid body. I see the tiniest hint of fear in those eyes andthatspurs me on even more. It’s as if she knows she’s awakened something in me that can’t be pushed down any longer.
“You and me, yeah?” I affirm.
“Yeah,” she wisps as her hands slide over her hips like she can’t wait to touch her needy little pussy. My eyes trail over her soft curves, desperate to see those thighs slick with the mess I know is all for me.
“That means we cometogether.” I nod to her. “Now take off your clothes.Slowly,I want to see all of you.”
Olivia
Asher looks every bit the dark prince standing before me, waiting for me to do as I’m told.
The slight tic of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. It’s all forme.
I’ve never been so desperate for any man as I pull my T-shirt off over my head and a low rumble leaves his chest as he watches me. His hand moves to his thick cock as he begins to stroke. The cooler air has my nipples aching and hardened under the soft cotton of my bra. Slowly, as I hold his eyes with mine, I unbutton my skirt and let it slide down my legs, stepping out of it slowly just like he asked. His chest rises and falls steadily, though his pupils are blown out, giving him an almost crazed look.
“So eager to please me, Olivia. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”
