Chapter Thirteen
I want her to feel special when I claim her, even if I can’t make her mine for always. -Asher
Asher
“Are you sure about this?” I ask one more time as she opens the door to her bedroom. Looking around her small house, everything is frilly and feminine like my girl. She bought this house with the inheritance from her father. I remember helping her move in and both of us standing in the doorway to her childhood home saying goodbye for a final time.
Her home was the first real home I was ever in. The first home that I stepped in where there was love and laughter instead of screaming and fighting. A home where the inhabitants wanted to be there, were excited to be together, instead of simply trudging through life because that was what they were supposed to.
I try to push thoughts of what her father would think out of my brain. Lyla’s big blue eyes help me remember why I’m taking this chance. She tugs my hand, “I’m sure, Asher, very, very sure.”
My hard cock pulses in my jeans. Fuck, I’m ready for this too. I know giving into our carnal needs may not be healthy in the long run, but I can’t find it within myself to care. The thought of her giving herself for the first time to someone else makes me nauseous. I want to be her teacher. I want to be her guide into the world of sensual pleasure.
She sits down gently on the bed and looks up at me with expectation. She wants orders and those I am more than happy to give. She’s my eager student and I’m ready to teach her everything I know.
“Get undressed. Stand up and take the dress off…slowly. Let me see you.”
She stands up like the dutiful girl she is. She slides her blonde curls to the side and looks up at me shyly, “Unzip me, please.”
She turns around to show me her back and I take a deep breath. The dress is fitted to her hips and then flares out. It accentuates her high, tight ass and the delicate lines of her back. I caress her upper back before placing my hand on the zipper. She shivers in response.
I unzip her halfway down and then start raining kisses down her back as I slowly reveal more of her skin. Every beautiful inch of her body calls to me. By the time I reach the end of the zipper, I’m down on my knees. I place one last open-mouthed kiss on her lower spine.
“Turn around, sweet girl.” My voice is hoarse with the force of my desire for her. I want to lick and taste every inch of her.
I look up at her in awe. Her black silk panties are perfection. I run my finger lightly along the edge of them and she shudders out a long breath. “Take them off, Asher. I’ve been waiting to be naked with you forever. Take these damn panties off.”
I chuckle at her words, but quickly turn serious as I lower her panties and smell her arousal. She steps out of the black silk and looks down at me again. I feel like a peasant waiting on a queen. I love it.
I run my finger along her wet seam, and she instantly tugs on my hair. “Fuck, you smell good, baby. So good.” I inhale her scent again and then lick her, taking my time and then sucking her small nub into my mouth.
“I can’t take it, Asher. I can’t take it.” Her legs are shaking, and I pull away from her long enough to smirk up at her.
“You can and you will, Lyla, because I want you to come like this. And then I’m going to make you come again while I’m inside of you.”
She tugs harder at my hair as I lick her again. I slide my finger in and feel her tightness envelop me. Shit, she’s going to feel so good on my dick.
I hold my palm against my hard dick in my jeans and try to hold back. I want to save it all for her. I want her to have all my seed. Even though the thought shouldn’t be in my head, I suddenly have this crazy image of Lyla heavy with my child in her belly. The image gives me an immense feeling of satisfaction. I decide to not examine that feeling too closely right now.
I add another digit and touch a spot that makes her shudder hard again. I suck her clit into my mouth at the same time and have the delight of my life as she comes hard, falling apart and screaming my name. I lap up every bit of her cream and struggle to hold back my own orgasm.
I finally stand up and shuck my clothes in record time. She quickly loses the battle to stand on her own and sags against the bed, watching me hungrily. Her eyes widen as she gets a look at my dick for the first time.
“Um, so, I’m a nurse and I’ve got lots of training, so definitely enough to know that’s gonna hurt.” She swallows hard and her cheeks turn a fiery shade of red.
I smile. “That’s why I made you come so hard, sweet girl. You’ll take me just like you were always meant to.” I stroke my hard cock and stalk over to my girl.
I send her a softer look when I see how worried she really is. “Lyla, I promise we’ll fit, just like we were always meant to.”
She licks her lips and finally widens her legs so I can stand between them. “You promise?”
“I do.” I place a light kiss on her lips and follow a trail along her neck, planting kisses on every inch of her skin until I suck a nipple into my mouth.
She cries out and tugs my hair again. “So good, Asher. So damn good.”
I take my time with her, prepping her again for my dick. I circle her tight nub with my thumb again and slowly open her up with my fingers until she’s ready.
I glance down at her flushed face. “Honey, you’re ready for me. Are you still on birth control?”
She looks to the side, embarrassed, and then nods shyly. “Yes, I am.”
I saw the pills once when they fell from her purse, and she chattered away about how she had to take them for her irregular and heavy periods. She was so ashamed at the time, ducking her head and turning red, but I remember just being so damn grateful that she wasn’t taking them for other reasons. That’s around the time she mentioned her lack of experience. It hits me again that I’m about to be the beginning of that experience.
“Lyla, look at me, sweetheart.”
She turns to face me. I kiss her softly. “I can’t believe you chose me. I’m so damn lucky.”
A smile lights up her face and she kisses me again. “I feel lucky too.”
“If you want me to wear a condom, I will, but I’m safe. It’s up to you.” I want to do everything her way. I want her to feel in control here, even though I’m the one teaching her.
“I trust you, Ash, and I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I want to feel you without any barriers.”
“I wouldn’t hurt you for the world,” I whisper and run my tongue on the seam of her lips. She opens and entwines her tongue with mine.
I pull back. “I want you to ride me, Lyla. Think you would like that? You control how deep I go.”
She nods frantically and I lay back on the bed.
When Lyla straddles me and lines her wet pussy up to my dick, I suddenly can’t breathe. My woman is a goddess with her blonde curls flowing around her and the nervous smile on her lips. She’s everything.
I hold my cock and she positions herself just right. I suck in a breath when she takes the tip of me inside. I want to push up and ram myself inside of her, but I stop. She controls this.
I grab onto her hips and tell her as much. “You decide the pace, Lyla. You handle what you can.”
She slides further down, and her pussy envelops me like a warm glove. I always knew she would feel like this. So damn good I want to bury myself inside her forever.
When she finally takes my whole length inside her, she gives a grimace of pain and I stroke my hand along her back. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”
She does and takes a moment to adjust. “Ride me, Lyla. In and out, sweet girl.”
She starts slowly at first, tentatively, and then a light comes over her face. It’s like my dick has finally hit the spot that makes her feel so good she can’t stop herself.
She starts bouncing on my dick and I groan, thrusting my hips in rhythm with her. Watching her breasts sway above me and feeling her like this, shit I may not last more than two seconds.
I try to tell her how I feel. “You feel so good, baby. So fuckin’ good. I…I’m tryin’ so hard…not to come.”
Her flushed face looks down at me and she smiles. “Come, Ash, come inside me. I want to feel it. I want to feel it all.”
“I’ll only come if you do.”
I reach up and rub my finger along her clit. She throws her head back and lets out a silent scream.
I finally let myself go and release, feeling the orgasm that’s been building rip through my body. I distantly hear my roar and Lyla’s real scream mingle in the air. For a moment, everything is suspended in time.
When we finally come down from our orgasm highs and she folds herself on top of me, I stroke her hair and enjoy the feeling of her body against mine for a long time. I’ve never felt like this before. And shit, I’m afraid I’ll never feel like this again.