“Yes. Gentle. Later,” I manage as he continues the roll of my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Please, just fuck me.”
I barely have two brain cells to rub together as Asher’s teeth graze the space under my chin, biting gently and throwing little sparks into that fire I chase. I’m groaning, and the sound echoes off the glass as his lips trail across my jaw. He slides his hand up to my throat, turning my face to hold his gaze. His dark, stormy eyes are on mine as that free hand trails between my legs and runs through my soaking pussy.
“Goddamn, kitten. All this fucking mess for me?”
Asher smirks as he backs up slightly, his lip between his teeth as my fingers move to my clit, unable to stop myself. He watches as I take over, the sounds of my fingers sliding through my soaked and aching pussy filling the shower.
“That’s it, fuck.” He watches me, stroking his own leaking cock. “Such a good girl getting yourself good and ready. That tight little pussy is just begging for my thick cock, isn’t it?”
“Oh God, please …” I breathe out as he moves to lift me up, pulling me down into his lap as he sits on the bench seat in his shower. Water rains down on my back as he holds me here, looking up into my eyes.
“I’ve thought of nothing else but you for fifteen days,” I tell him as one finger slips between us, inside me, and my head falls back. My breath is ragged, and my body begs at the sight of him when I open my eyes. His gray eyes are hooded and dark as his huge cock strains to claim me.
I run my hand through his wavy hair, gripping tight as he slowly finger-fucks my pussy, getting me good and ready to take him. I don’t want him to stop, but he removes his finger—leaving me feeling hollow—and I whimper against his lips with the loss.
“Tell me how many times you’ve used that vibrator I know you stuff under my bed on this hot little pussy while I’ve been gone.”
Asher strokes my G-spot perfectly as I rock with him. I’m gonna last about zero seconds with him doing this.
“Every day,” I admit. “Every damn day, Ash.”
He removes his finger gently and smacks my clit in a tight little slap with a tsking sound.
“So impatient, my greedy girl.”
He smacks my clit again and I whimper as he smooths over the pain as a thrill runs through me.
“And what have you thought about, hmm? Making yourself come in my bed, my dirty little slut …”
His words are so brazen. But I want them. I wantmore.Every part of me is hypersensitive after dreaming of him for days on end.
“You …” I grit out. “Fucking me, filling me … God, I want you to fill me.”
Asher looks down, positioning himself against me. His cock slides through my soaked pussy, and the feel of the metal barbell against me makes goosebumps erupt all over my skin. He grows even harder beneath me—his dick leaking precum—before he lifts me mercifully, beginning to push that first few inches in so slowly I think I might die.
“Hands on the glass, Liv,” he orders. “I want to watch these perfect tits bounce.”
I do as he says, reaching out for the glass behind him. We both groan when he pushes a little deeper, and I watch as he takes his lip between his teeth, squeezing my hips so damn tight my pussy clenches around him. Everything is heightened as I continue to sink onto him and fiery tingles race up my spine. Asher makes it only about halfway before he all but roars into my lips, and the sound is like a shot straight to my core.
“Fuuuck,I missed you, baby …”
I don’t know what this is, or how to control it, but for once I don’t try to. I don’t think at all. I just let go of my fears and worries and speak from my heart.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper as he holds me tight and I see my hands leave prints on the glass. “Let me move, Asher … please.”
That last word leaves my lips like a plea and soon he’s giving in, thrusting slow and deep inside of me. Our breathing accelerates and we both sigh in satisfaction as he pulls out halfway, then pushes back in, all the while squeezing my flesh to hold me steady as his abs and arms flex and he watches where we connect.
“Fuck …” He breathes out as he pushes deeper. “You take me so well …this perfect body begging,sucking me in so deep. So beautiful Livi girl.”
Water streams over us, and the tiled bench bites into my knees as I lean forward for a scorching kiss. He pushes deeply into me again and my thighs grip his as my pussy clenches around his size. After three months, everything feels brand-new. We both huff out a breath as he fills me to the hilt, and it’s in this moment that I realize I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I mewl into him as another thread of control snaps while we still, both of us just existing from this moment to the next.
“Now …” He grazes his scarred thumbs over my hips, then reaches up to pinch my nipple just enough to make me whimper. “Fuck me like you own me, Liv. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
“Yes, sir …” I whisper into his lips as I rest my forearms on his shoulders, sliding up then back down, moving faster, taking him deeper, my submission fueling him as he groans.
His eyes are unhinged as he moves with me, fighting his own need for control. We set a deep, delicious pace, and I fucking love this side of him, the side that onlyIget to see. I want to push him like this forever. To watch him become wild, out of control, and utterly lost in his desire.
