“Ridiculously in love with this pussy.”
“Oh my god,” I cackle. “Enough, you dork. Get up here and fucking kissthe lips on my faceright now.”
He obliges, finally, and the salacious taste of me on his tongue has me grinding against his hardness. I search for his cock, sliding and shifting, until his crown nudges my opening and slips inside.
“Wait,” I gasp, gripping his biceps.
He stills, searching my expression, taking inventory. “What’s wrong?”
A breath shudders out of me. “I think I need a minute. It’s been a while and it hurts a little. Can we go slower?”
Asher rolls off me and onto his side. “Of course, baby. C’mere.”
I snuggle into his chest, careful of his fresh tattoo, and he wraps an arm around me.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
He kisses the top of my head. “Baby, don’t ever apologize for listening to your body. Tell me what you need. How can I make you feel good?”
This man.
I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but I’m never letting him go.
Sitting up, I reach into my nightstand for lube. But I set it to the side for now. Then I clasp his wrist and suck his long middle finger into my mouth.
His breath hitches, but he never breaks eye contact as I guide his hand down my body and between my legs, where I push his finger inside me. Tentatively, he slides in and out several times. “This okay?”
I nod, heat growing low in my belly.
“I need to hear you.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Keep going. Add another finger. Stretchme out.”
He removes his hand and smudges my arousal against my lower lip like lipstick. Then he sucks his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva, and rests them at my entrance.
I cling to his forearm and tilt my hips, inviting him in.
“Does this feel good?” he asks as he slips two fingers inside me.
A pleasurable groan escapes me. Still clutching his forearm, I roll my hips, grinding against his hand. He rolls his thumb along my clit at the same time he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes my stomach contract with satisfaction every time.
Before long, I’m soaked and so, so needy. “I’m ready now,” I say.
“Come for me,” he growls.
“No.” I gasp, my eyes rolling back. “I mean, I’m ready for your cock.”
Stilling his movements, he groans loudly into my neck and bites down above my collarbone.
Oh, how I wish I could record and replay that sound every day for the rest of my life.
Lying back, he draws me over his body so I’m straddling him. Then he picks up the lube and coats his thick length, even applying a coat to me too.
Gripping his shaft, he lines himself up for entry, his other hand clutching my thigh. “Take me. Use me. Control me.”
I appreciate the position, knowing he chose it so I can control the speed and how deeply I take him. With my hands on his chest for support, I slowly sink down, taking in just the tip at first, then a little more once my body feels relaxed.
“You okay?” He wipes the lube on his stomach and grasps my hip.
