I chuckled, and with my inhale, he sank all the way in.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Jesus, fuck.” Asher ground his hips against my ass. “Feel good?”
“So good I’m afraid of it,” I whispered.
“Why afraid?”
“If it gets any better, I’m gonna come apart.”
He smiled and caressed my cheek with his thumb, the corner of my mouth, then between my brows. “I’ll hold you together.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
He kissed me then. As slowly as he retreated, he licked into me, distracting and overwhelming at each end. His first few thrusts were the same. Deliberate, intentional, testing as we explored this new thing.
The pressure was intense, low yet also high enough it stole my breath. We floundered for minutes, but grinned against each other’s lips as we figured it out. Asher moved, lifted, and lowered his angle. He alighted along nerve endings greedier than I ever knew possible that screamed with pleasure.
“Asher, please, I …”
“What, baby? Tell me. Am I not doing it right?”
“You are, but …”
“But?”
He moved again, and I cried out, “There. Oh God, that’s it. Right there.”
“Yeah?” He kept going, getting faster, harder with snapped hips and knees digging into the mattress.
My toes curled, and I reached for my cock. Asher pegged the area around my prostate over and over. The pleasure was unreal, escalating, almost unbearably so. Did I want more or less? Fuck.
Confused, I stared at him, hoping he’d tell me.
He did. Not with words but with the wonder of him.
I was so caught. Enchanted. The strain in his neck, the stiffness in his arms, the sexy shudder of his inhales … Asher had me enthralled.
And I gave in.
Gone were the shreds of my former thoughts, my former life. This man, Asher, was my future, just as I’d told him.
“Yes,” I finally answered, more like shouted. “Yes. I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck yeah! Come on my cock. God, you drive me wild. So pretty beneath me like this. So needy. So hot for me.”
“I am.”
“So give me what I want,” he growled.
Asher shifted, came up on his knees, bending me in half until mine were nearly at my ears. Hands supporting my legs, he went harder, faster. Our sweaty skin slapped. Our moans were one continuous rumble. He slapped my hand out of the way and jerked me himself as if he were angry about it, but it matched his thrusting hips.
I reached over my head, digging my fingers into blankets, pillows, mattress, anything I could find purchase, and curled my hips, trying my damnedest to fuck him back, fuck him as eagerly and wantonly as he did.
He swelled inside me and threw his head back. “Oh shit, shit, shit. Come. I can’t hold on.”
