She nodded, bracing.
“I think about you too,” I taunted, dragging the tip over her clit. Her eyes rolled back, her thighs jerking. “Do you want me to tell you?”
“Please.”
I rubbed my head against hers, taking a deep breath as my mouth went to her ear. All I could smell was rain and her. Sweet and all fucking mine. “In my dreams, Starlight, I hold these gorgeous legs open and fuck your little pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
She writhed, trying her best to get me to enter her. “Ash. God, please. Please, please, please.”
“I come home to you,” I continued, rubbing the head of my dick in circles on her clit. “Every day, I come home to you and fuck one of your needy holes.” Her pants were all I could hear, the most beautiful song in the world. “Your pretty mouth, your pretty little pussy, and that pretty puckered hole just below it.”
She whimpered, gasping my name, trembling.
“In my fantasies, you’re mine. All of you. Every inch of this body is mine.”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
“And one day soon, when you’re ready for it, I’m going to fuck your asshole with my dick and your pussy with my hand until you cry,” I promised, my voice soft. “Until your body gives out.”
“Asher, fuck me,” she begged, whimpering. “I can’t—I can’t—please.”
I pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “Say yes,” I murmured, pushing myself down to her entrance. “Give me consent.”
“Yes.”
I pushed in.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck,” she chanted, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I closed my eyes; her tight channel wrapped around me like a vise. “Fuck, baby,” I pushed out, my balls against her ass now. I was buried to the hilt.
My eyes met hers and the world stilled.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Angel
We were connected.
Together.
I was full of him, and I would never be the same again.
My walls fluttered around his length as I gasped for air. I’d never felt so complete in all my life.
“Baby,” he growled.
I hummed, dropping my forehead to his chest. “You feel…goodness, Asher, you feel—”
“Beautiful, I have to move or I’m going to fucking die,” he said, strained and tortured.
I nodded.
His rough instruction rained down my skin, sending goose bumps across it. “Gonna need you to hold on or lie back.”
Without thinking, I went back. He guided me, his hands at my ribs, his fingers brushing the undersides of my breasts. My back hit the cool surface of the table, and my heart stopped at the sight above me. His muscles were taut, rippling under his tanned skin as he tried to get back in control. His dark eyes scanned every inch of me, and when they landed on our connection, they flared with passion, the pads of his fingers pressing into me. My knees were cocked, my panties stretched across his chest. I started to sit up and take them off, but his hand went to my throat, holding me down. “Don’t fucking move.”
“I was just…” My words fell away when he ducked his head under the lace fabric, my ankles resting on his shoulders. His skin was hot, and I was on another planet.
