I remove my fingers from his mouth then fist the sheets alongside his shoulders and begin grinding. Slow and deliberate at first, reveling in the way my pussy quivers when it glides over the delicate ridge between his shaft and crown. One small adjustment is all it would take for him to slip inside me, so I keep my movements controlled.
Asher uses his bicep to wipe away the sweat from his forehead.
“You okay? Do your arms hurt?” I’ve never been tied upmyself, so I have no idea how long someone can go before it becomes too uncomfortable.
“M’fine,” he replies as he thrusts against my core. “Use me. Use my cock to come, Claire.”
So I do. Relentlessly and unapologetically, I grind against his hardness, hitting every nerve needed to take me exactly where I want to go.
I drop my forehead to his, and he tilts up to capture my lips. And when my orgasm takes over my body, he swallows down my moans of ecstasy.
Fragile from my release, I collapse onto my back beside him and cover my eyes with the crook of my elbow. I stay that way, prisoner to the small quakes still detonating inside my core. My breathing is so heavy I can’t make out Asher’s words when he speaks to me.
He gently removes my arm, and I squint against the light.
“How—when—how did you untie yourself?”
He’s grinning above me now, his half-hard cock jutting into my stomach.
“Your knots were good, but I’ve had a lot of practice untying tangled shoelaces.” He plants a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“How do you feel?” he asks in earnest.
“Like I could float away on a cloud,” I answer blissfully.
He shifts, rolling over next to me, but I stop him. “What are you doing?”
“We can call it a night if you’re tired.” The sincerity in his voice causes my chest to ache.
“I said I was floating on a cloud. I mentioned nothing about feeling too tired to keep going.” I smirk, massaging his waist with my fingers.
His dick twitches in delight, then he reaches over and retrieves a bottle of lube from his bedside table. “Flip over,” he commands.
Curious, I obey. Once I’m flat on my stomach, he nips along the shell of my ear, then whispers against it. “What are your limits tonight?”
“Why? What did you have in mind?”
He grinds his hips into me. “I’ve been dying to play with this ass.”
The garbled squeak that escapes my lips should be embarrassing, but I’m too worked up, too worn out, to care.
“Do I have your consent?” he asks.
“Just no penetration tonight. I’m not prepped.”
“You’ve got it, Doc,” he says, kneading my cheeks. “How about a little rimming?”
Heat curls in my belly again, and my breathing picks up. “Mmm. That’ll work.”
“On your hands and knees.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I ask, “What happened to your manners?”
“Oh, baby. What I’m about to do to you is anything but polite.”
The wicked glint in his eyes ignites a fire inside me. Quickly crawling on all fours, I present him my ass. The hum of approval he makes boosts my confidence a little. I’m the most exposed I’ve ever been in front of a man. I may have alluded to having experience with ass play, but that’s not entirely true. I’m no stranger to it—with the proper prep, of course—but only ever with me, myself, and a toy; never with a partner.
I’m simultaneously electrified and apprehensive. Before I can overthink the situation, Asher crouches behind me and spits. Then his wet thumb presses against my hole, and I clench on instinct.
