“Perfect.”
When I’m confident I can take it, I descend until he’s fullyseated. I’ve never felt more intensely intertwined with another human.
“Baby,” he moans. “Fuck, Claire. Look how pretty your pussy is when it chokes my cock.”
It’s torture, but I tear my focus away from his exquisite eyes to admire the site where we’re connected most intimately.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he declares.
I peer up, finding that he’s looking at my face.
I gradually rock against him, allowing my body time to adjust. His patience is one of the things I love best about him. His ability to lie back, selfless yet intentional. His proficiency at never making me feel like an inconvenience. I lower myself, tilting off to the side a bit so I’m not aggravating his tattoo, and revel in the friction of my bare skin dragging across his. He secures his arms around my waist, like an anchor to the ocean floor, and we move together in a cyclical motion, our breaths rising and falling in unison with the vitality of our love.
“What else do you want, baby?”
“Play with my ass,” I say.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
With zero hesitation, he sucks his fingers into his mouth, then wraps his arm around to my backside. He presses down, and the erogenous pleasure short-circuits my brain. Moans and incoherent words spew from my lips at rocket speed.
“Feel good?”
“Mm-hmm,” I groan into his neck, my breath trapped between us.
“Do you need more?”
“Please.”
He wets his finger again, and this time, he slips it inside my ass at the same time he thrusts into me.
“Fuck,” we both shout.
His finger and cock working in tandem deliver a pleasure somaddening I think I may pass out, but I can’t stop rocking my hips, voracious for more.
“You doing okay?”
“Amazing. Don’t stop,” I beg, the heat inside me blazing now.
The suctioning sound of our skin, slick with sweat, fills the air. Asher’s breathing adds to the chorus, becoming more uneven by the second.
“You gotta tell me now if you’re close,” he says. “I can’t hang on much longer. You feel so fucking good.”
“A little deeper. I’m right there.”
He presses that digit in farther as I grind my clit against his lower abdomen.
“That’s it, Ash. Yes, yes. More.”
With his free hand, he spanks me. Once, twice. “C’mon, baby. Come with me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
That does it. The reverberations set off my release. I buck against him, dislodging his finger, my quads stiffening and my toes curling.
He swells inside me, turning the pleasure up a notch, and latches his lips to mine, his moans muffled as he fills me up.
I fall to his chest, spent, while he holds me in place, still pulsing and draining his pleasure deep inside me. When his breathing begins to even out, I lift my torso.
Sweat covers Asher’s chest.
