“Relax. I’ve got you,” he soothes.
Bending my elbows, I support my head on my forearms and breathe out.
He grips the globes of my ass and spreads them apart. Then his mouth is there. My stomach contracts at the first swipe of his tongue.
“Fuck,” I garble into the sheets.
“Do you like it, or do you want me to stop?”
Heat rushes over me. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, don’t stop,” I clarify. “Please. I li—I like it.”
He chuckles, the sound low and deep, and darts his tongue out again. He alternates between his tongue and his thumb, rimming my ass over and over. Before long, I’m bucking against him. It feels incredible, but it’s not quite enough to make me come. And I really want to come again.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he drapes an arm around me and strums my clit. I cover his hand with mine, moving him exactly where I want him.Need him. The elbow I’m propped up on is aching and my thighs are shaking, so I collapse onto my stomach. Asher ruts, grinding himself between my cheeks as I hump his hand into the mattress.
His fingers pulse in a perfect rhythm against my clit, making my head spin.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I blurt out.
“Yeah?” he asks, his tone full of pride. “What else do you need, baby?”
The words “spank me” fly out of my mouth before my brain has time to catch up, and a heartbeat later, a loudsmackresounds in the bedroom.
I freeze, my left cheek burning. Did I really just ask him to spank me?Who is this woman and why do I love her?
Asher swiftly retracts the hand trapped beneath me and sucks in a breath. “Shit. Too much?”
Rotating my torso, I zero in on his gorgeous green eyes andcapture my bottom lip between my teeth. I shake my head. “Do it again, Greer.”
His chest deflates with relief and he pins me down by my neck.
It’s a move that might leave a person feeling trapped, but I don’t feel confined. No. His touch makes me feel so fucking safe.
He coasts his other hand between my shoulder blades all the way down to the base of my spine, thensmack!
“Still okay?”
With my face buried in the sheets, I nod several times, the movements jerky.
Smack.
I curse incoherently, the words absorbed by the mattress. Soothingly, he rubs his palm against my sensitive skin. I can only imagine it’s lit up like a traffic light. Asher releases my neck, then I’m hit with the sound of a cap popping. After one more click, he spreads my cheeks and glides his lubed-up shaft between them.
“Damn, this is a glorious sight,” he proclaims.
I prop myself onto my elbows, twisting for a better look.
A shudder of need works its way through me. Oh, that’s hot.
He’s using my ass to jerk himself off. Every time he rubs up against my hole, I’m tempted to jut back and open up for him. He’s hitting all the right nerve endings and it’s driving me wild.
“Lift your hips.”
I do as I’m told, and he threads his hand beneath me and locates my clit. He finds that rhythm again, and I undulate my hips, seeking that delicious pressure.
