Chapter Three #3
I thought it couldn’t feel any better. Any headier. I was wrong. Another hard, intent pull has me gripping his nape and moaning out loud. “Asher…”
“I know, baby girl,” he murmurs softly over my flesh. “Let me hear you.”
He moves to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. I’m drowning in sensation. It comes from every part of my body. But there’s an ache blooming in my core. I don’t know what to do about it. The more he grazes and sucks, moving from one breast to the other, the more intense the ache.
It’s a pull. It’s electric. Almost like gravity, gradually turning me into a mess. My body moves on its own, to a rhythm I don’t understand. He traps my nipple between his warm tongue and the roof of his mouth and sucks hard.
“Asher…” I whimper brokenly.
I need something to ease the ache. Instead, it grows. He leaves my breasts, bunches my dress around my waist, and pulls my panties to the side. I pant softly. Anticipating.
“So wet,” he growls before leaning into me.
He flicks his tongue over my swollen clit, swirling softly. I whimper and jerk, wanting more. Then Asher seals his lips over my clit and sucks deep and hard. “Oh!”
“Easy,” he rasps, one hand splaying warm and heavy across my thigh, holding me open. “I’ve got you. Stop fighting it and give it to me.”
I buck into his mouth and let go. I’m lost in the overwhelming sensation that engulfs me. I release his hair and grip the counter edge tightly. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going, licking and sucking. He slides his tongue along my seam until I’m trembling and moaning.
“Asher, p-please,” I beg as the pleasure grows.
Slowly, he slides a finger into my slick heat. He pauses as it grazes a barrier.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, looking up at me.
I stiffen just as my eyes fall open. “Yes,” I answer. “But please, don’t stop. I need…”
“I’m not stopping, baby girl. But we take it slow.” His voice is deep with a need that echoes mine.
I nod gently. Then he slowly slides a second finger inside of me, stroking gently. A soft moan leaves my lips as the warmth reignites, as if he never stopped. Each stroke sends a wave of pleasure rocketing through my body.
My moans grow louder as the heat in my core grows. Then he leans in and swirls his tongue over my clit. I jerk softly, feeling it everywhere. Loud moans turn into loud whimpers as he continues to feast on me, his fingers still moving inside my pussy.
“You feel that?” His voice is a low rumble against my inner thigh, his fingers curling deeper. “That’s just the first one. You’re going to give me another before I’m done.”
The moment builds until I’m lost in it completely, caught between the unfamiliar and the undeniable way he makes me feel. It’s overwhelming, but not in a way that scares me—in a way that pulls me deeper, that makes me want more even when I don’t fully understand what I’m asking for.
Suddenly, the feeling crests, and I’m moaning low and long as I buck wildly against his mouth and fingers. “Asher!” I cry as my orgasm washes over me in waves.
He works me through it, slowing only when I start to still, pressing one last kiss to my slick, oversensitive flesh that makes me twitch. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise curls through me as warm as everything else.
I’m trembling gently with aftershocks even as he stands and gathers me in his arms. He nuzzles my hair as he carries me to the bedroom. My eyes are half-lidded, heavy as he sets me on my feet and undresses me the rest of the way.
I moan softly in complaint when he lets go. “I need to grab a towel,” he murmurs, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips.
My heart goes haywire, and it chases away the last of the drowsiness. He returns with a wet towel and gently cleans me.
“What about you?” I ask as he starts to undress.
I couldn’t help but notice the hard bulge in his jeans.
“Tonight is all about you, baby girl. I’ll take care of myself later,” he assures me.
“I want to take care of it,” I say, almost pouting.
Asher smiles. “You do?” His voice comes out deep, his eyes darkening with need.
I nod enthusiastically, licking my lips without meaning to.
Desire coils low in me at the thought of making him come undone as he slowly unfastens his jeans.
He pushes the denim down and frees himself, and my breath catches.
I knew he’d be big—everything about him is—but seeing him is different.
Long and thick and hard, and a nervous thrill runs through me at the thought of all that fitting anywhere inside me.
My thighs press together on instinct. He catches it, and something hungry flickers across his face.
Then, he moves closer until his hard cock grazes my belly.
“You know what to do?” he asks. It’s a soft murmur that does things to my insides.
I shake my head, and he chuckles softly before guiding me to my knees.
The floor is cool under me, and he’s right there, close and impossibly hard.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to.
I wrap my hand around the base of his length the way instinct tells me to, and the low sound he makes goes straight through me.
Emboldened, I lean in and press a soft, testing kiss to the tip.
His fingers thread into my hair, not pulling, just guiding. “That’s my girl,” he rasps.
I flick my tongue over his crown and smile at his indrawn breath.
“Open for me,” he orders.
I do as he commands and close my mouth around his hard cock. His answering groan spurs me on, and I suck deeper, taking more of him until he hits my throat. He lets out a loud grunt as he pumps his hips, driving himself deeper.
“I’m about to come, baby girl,” he growls, jerking hard.
He tries to pull out, but I clamp my fingers around his cock, sucking hard. That’s all he needs as he comes hot and deep, jerking and groaning. My core spasms at his look of euphoria, sending aftershocks through my body.
Later, when everything quiets again and I’m curled against him, I feel his lips on my forehead. I smile as my heart fills with warmth.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
I snuggle deeper in his arms. I start to get drowsy, but before I can drift off, the reality of everything settles back in.
The danger. The contract. I glance up at him, watching the way his expression softens just slightly when he looks down at me.
“You’re really going to protect me?” I ask quietly.
His hand brushes lightly over my hair, his gaze steady. “Yeah, I am. Always.”