My Grumpy Valentine (Hope Peak Valentine’s Day)

7. Asher

7

Asher

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve fantasized about this very moment. How many times I’ve fisted my cock with her name on the tip of my tongue, only to be reminded by the cruel reality of how she’d never be mine.

Nights spent in an oversized bed, waking to the coolness of the other side as a constant reminder.

How the times have changed. Now I’ve got her pinned and squirming beneath my body, looking like she hasn’t gotten a satisfying cock in ages. Well, I’m ready to give her everything she needs.

I’ve officially gone crazy. Crazy for this woman.

Now that we’re here and have gotten this far, I don’t have the strength to pull away. No way in hell.

The next moan to leave her lips as I kiss her collarbone is like music to my ears. After going so long untouched, she’s so sensitive. Can she hear how she sounds as she becomes unraveled?

I won’t call her out—not if it means embarrassing her to the point that she tries to keep all these delicious sounds to herself.

Her body writhes beneath mine as my kisses begin to lower. As much as I want to take my sweet time and appreciate the first time we’re together, my patience is already running thin.

Years have gone by, and I’ve eagerly awaited this moment. I can’t let another second slip by without knowing what she tastes like.

Sucking in a quick breath, her hips jerk when my lips reach the curve of her hips. As I feel her fingers run through my hair, I’m happy to see we’re both on the same page here. She knows what’s coming. When I lift my gaze to meet her eyes, my poor cock turns to stone. Not even the mattress can offer the kind of comfort I need.

The heat packed behind those emerald-colored eyes, paired with her dark pink cheeks, is a sight that will haunt me from this point forward.

She wants me just as much as I want her. To think I would’ve never thought the day would come.

Another time, I’ll relish in the revelation. For now, my mouth won’t stop watering.

Desperate to sate this hunger, I pull at her pants. A pair of pink sweats cling to her thighs, and the fabric stands no match for my tugging. Like they’re meant to be removed, they take little to no effort to slide down past her knees. Her body is so fucking warm, I just want to bury myself inside and never leave.

The intense ache in my cock confirms that my body is fully onboard with the idea.

“Oh!” She gasps and tries to cover her pair of underwear. “I was not expecting this, believe it or not.” She frowns when I try to brush her hand to the side. “Asher, I’m not exactly wearing the sexiest–”

“Don’t care,” I assure her before she can start thinking up reasons to stop this from happening. “I love you exactly the way you are.”

Fuck, it feels good to say that out loud. I’m going to have to start repeating the phase every hour to catch up on all the time spent holding it in.

Penelope pulls away only to cover her face. She gets flushed so easily. It’s adorable. Her movement helps reveal the gray and white stripe design on her underwear.

I swear I lose years of my life when I see the damp patch growing against the thin strip covering her pussy. A little touching is all it takes to get her worked up, huh?

How long will she last once I get my tongue buried deep inside her cunt? Licking and lapping until she’s ready to draw in complaints from her near neighbors. With only one way to find out, I soak in the sound of her groan as I run my thumb down the slit of her sex. Hooking the edge of the strip, I push it aside and choke on a groan.

My head spins at the sight before me. Glistening pink folds make my mouth water. Looking prettier than I could’ve ever imagined, I debate wasting time by peeling her underwear off or just tasting her now. Having already tested my strength enough, I don’t take long to decide my answer.

“Asher!” As my name catches in her throat, her body curls as my tongue flattens against her clit. The little nub is swollen and hot to the touch. Hardly a graze, and she’s lifting her hips and pulling at my hair.

This woman can grind her pussy all over my face and suffocate me, and I’d die a happy man.

“When we’re together, you can’t keep all this to yourself, Pen.” Even now, it feels like a crime to have so much time pass without knowing something so perfect exists. “To think all this time, you’ve been so greedy.”

She tries to laugh, but the moan that leaves her lips disrupts the sound. Morphing into another groan, her thighs tremble as they both brush my cheeks.

“I don’t think so. Now’s not the time to get shy on me.” Pulling away for all but a few seconds, I peel the underwear away from her body so they don’t get in my way. “Why don’t you save us both some time and show me what else you’ve been hiding?”

Palming her legs, I push them against the mattress to spread her open wide. Trying not to get lost in the view, I lick her juices off my lips as I watch her hands drift over to the front of her shirt. So loose and baggy, I can only imagine what is beneath. From the twin peaks poking against the fabric, I know damn well she doesn’t have a bra on.

She clutches her shirt, barely letting me see anything more than the curve of her stomach. Her breathing is growing heavier, more with unease.

“Um, so like you, I’m sure you’re able to see that we’ve both changed over the years.” Chewing on her plump bottom lip, she squirms. “I’m not exactly the way I used to be, you know?”

Yeah, she’s curvier than she was seven years ago. A few pounds mean nothing to me. She’s still the same woman I fell for at first sight. Fuck, I’ve never met a woman with such a gorgeous body before.

“Pen, you’ve got no idea how many times I’ve come thinking about this body of yours.” Squeezing her thigh, I sigh. “Or how many times I’ve imagined what it would feel like to have you on top, riding my cock. Trust me, I fucking love this change. Look at me; I’m barely recognizable. I did that shit on purpose to keep people away. Yet, you look at me like you can still see the man beneath.”

“I’ve always thought you were handsome, Asher.” She lifts her shirt a little higher and reveals her navel in which I waste no time kissing. After she sighs, goosebumps prickle up against my mouth. “The beard is a good look, I promise. It’s just, you’re sexy, and I’m…”

“Am I going to have to prove to you how much you’re killing me?” Frowning at her way of thinking, I start to crawl up her body. Since she’s not letting me see what’s beneath, I’m dragging her shirt up with my movement. Thanks to my interference, it takes no time before the hem of her shirt is bundled at her chin, revealing a set of round tits that could make any man go insane after only one look. “Fuck.”

Lifting up on my elbows, I run a hand down my face as I look at the matching hardened nipples. Like I’m trying to decide which one I want to taste first, I run my tongue along the left one. She says one thing, but her body betrays her as her back aches.

She might be hesitant, but her body wants my touch. To show her I’m in the same state, I grind against her pussy. Not giving a damn if she soaks the front of my fly, we moan in unison as the friction tests even my limits.

I want inside. Fuck, I want to flip her onto her hands and knees and shove my cock so deep into her that she’ll feel me inside for days.

“Can you feel that?” Pressing my weight down further against her, I hiss as I risk carving a zig-zag imprint along the length of my erection. “You did that, Pen. You and this fucking body.”

I’ll tell her as many times as she needs it. Even if I’m busy kissing her breasts or sucking her nipples into my mouth, I’ll find the time to remind her.

Helping her get rid of her shirt, I pull away long enough to tear mine off my shoulders. Can’t let her be the only one naked here.

“I want inside, sweetness. Want these thighs wrapped around my hips.” I can’t stop touching her. My fingers drag against every inch of her. “Don’t have a condom, though. Haven’t needed one in all this time. I haven’t been with a woman since I left, Pen. None of them ever came close.”

Her hands find my cheeks, and she pulls me up to her mouth. Getting lost in another kiss, her breath tickles my lips. “It’s okay. It’s you, Asher. It’s okay.”

Words have never sounded so sweet in my life. As I lift back against my heels, she makes sure to reach out and graze my stomach. Eating me up with her eyes alone, I watch as her tongue swipes against her bottom lip.

Next time, I’ll let her lick me all over if she wants a taste. If she gets her mouth anywhere near my cock, I’ll blow seconds in without a second doubt. Not wanting to ruin this for either of us, we’ll save it for a time when I don’t feel like I’m going to explode from just a few kisses.

Getting off the bed, my legs feel off. A little wobble to them, like they don’t know how to work. Just more proof of how much this woman is different from the rest.

Love has the power to truly upend a man, causing him to doubt everything he understands and turn his world on its head. That’s exactly what this beautiful person has done to me from the very beginning.

As I undo my jeans and shove them and my boxer down, the air nips at my burning hot arousal.

For just a tiny moment, a thought I’ve never had in my life crosses my mind.

What if Pen doesn’t like what she sees? What if she doesn’t want me? She might think I’ve got a good looking face, but there is still so much of my body she’s yet to see.

Okay, yeah. I get where she’s coming from now.

Those thoughts get marked as completely ridiculous when I see this woman panting as she stares at my cock. Just when I think I can’t get any harder, I do. Might as well be dripping at this point.

“Don’t even think about getting your hands on me. I know that look.” Grinning, I watch her eyes flick up the length of my body. Her fingers curl against the blanket to stop any temptation. Nodding her head, she parts her pretty thighs even more.

“How much longer are you going to make me wait, then?” Her words come out wobbly with a layer of anticipation.

“Not another minute.” I can’t wait much longer, either. I need in before something decides to try to interrupt this. With my luck, I’m sure anything could happen.

Getting back on the bed, she giggles at my eagerness. That giggle dies once I’m crowding her against the mattress and devouring the sound from her lips. As our mouths distract the other, I shove a hand between our bodies and grip my cock. One squeeze is enough to make me curse.

“Hurry,” she whines as her hips lift. “Please, Asher.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Groaning against her throat, I waste no more time lining our bodies up. Hearing her whine is another blow to my reluctance to hold back.

Grazing her wet slit with my tip, I lean up to get a good look at her. With lust clouding over her gaze and swollen lips looking so welcoming, I can’t help but feel like I’m the luckiest bastard alive.

Staring directly into her eyes, I thrust forward and watch the way her expression unravels. One swift motion is all it takes before I’m completely buried.

This must be what paradise feels like, because I never want to leave.

“You feel so good.” Groaning the words, I pull back out halfway and feel the suction she’s got on me. “So fucking tight.”

Penelope shivers at my words, her hips jerking as I slide back in.

Pressing my body against hers, I don’t have the strength to be sane about this. Her body’s embrace overwhelms me, causing me to lose control. After wanting something for so long and finally getting it, any man in my position would do the same with the woman they loved.

Her eyes flutter closed as our bodies meet, resembling the embodiment of a vivid fantasy. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. And all mine.

I suck a mark against her throat, one dark enough to linger. If any man is even thinking about pursuing her, they’re going to know better now.

I’m willing to bloody my knuckles over someone looking her way for a few seconds too long.

If Pen wants me, she’ll have to take every part I have to offer. That includes the bits that are possessive.

From the way she encourages my lips to mark more by tilting her head to the side, I give her what she wants and do just that.

Finding the sensitive spot that makes her croak out a cry, I ground my hips harder. Our bodies sing our chorus each time we meet. I feel my balls tightening as her grip does the same.

She’s as wound tight as I am. So close, I can feel her orgasm approaching.

Already learning the way her body works, I’m satisfied to be proven right.

As she throws her head back and cries out, alerting the entire complex of how good she’s getting it, I can see the finish line up ahead. Her walls clamp down as her orgasm washes over her body, and I feel the sting of her nails against my back as my hips continue rocking.

Sinking deeper into her wet heat, my thrusts lose their rhythm. Grabbing her hip, I lift her higher so I can get as deep as I can. I want to fill her with my release and give her what she always dreamed of having in the future.

I’m picturing plenty of kids. The house I’m fixing up can fit a whole family. Once I get her moved in, we’ll make plans. So many damn plans.

As her walls grip my cock and squeeze me for all I’m worth, I still and choke as I’m overwhelmed with a wave of pleasure. Flooding her channel with my release, I groan against the curve of her throat.

Penelope hooks her arms around me, keeping me in place. As we both fight to catch our breaths, I do the same and cling to her. Like I’m afraid there’s still some chance of her slipping out of my grip, I cling to her until we’ve collected ourselves.

“You’re going to have to move out of this place.” Murmuring the words against her skin, she giggles. God, I love the sound. I need to learn some jokes to make her laugh all the time. “I’m serious. Pack a bag, come stay with me.”

She sighs as I nuzzle her neck. “I’ve been stuck at this apartment complex for years. I’ll miss some of my neighbors, but what you’re offering me right now, sounds like complete bliss. How are your neighbors?”

“Dead to the world. They don’t cause any issues. Sometimes, during the summer, I’ve heard they host neighborly barbecues. I’m going to want to introduce you to everyone, Pen. As my wife, I hope.”

I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction. If she doesn’t want to move quickly, I’ll understand. I’ll wait a whole decade until she’s ready. But, fuck, I want to give her my last name. I want my ring around her finger, and to say vows I intend on keeping until my dying breath.

When she lifts her hips and wiggles against my softening cock, I groan against her skin. One little drag is all it takes to make the fire flicker inside.

“Summer isn’t that far away. Do you think we’ll have time?” She’s running her fingers along the marks she left against my skin. “Weddings take a lot of planning.”

Fuck, she is willing to try again. My soon-to-be wife. Yeah, it’s not going to take long at all to find the energy for a second round.

“I’ll get the paperwork started. We’ll go ring shopping the next time we’re off.” Okay, maybe we’re going to do all of our planning during this next round.

As long as we make it happen, the setting doesn’t matter.

We’re going to make this happen. Penelope is mine, and from this point on, everyone in Hope Peak is going to know.