Chapter Twenty-Six
Bernie
I’m having the most amazing wet dream of my life. I arch back into the arms of Dream-Ash, rubbing against his hard-on as pressure mounts in my lower belly.
“Ash,” I whisper, “I need you.”
It’s the chuckle against my skin that tells me the slick heat and blunt pressure of fingers is not my brain making my body overheat but a very real, large man rubbing my clit.
I become slowly aware of Ash’s beard scratching against my skin as he slides his palm away from my wet pussy to angle my thigh over his hip to open me. Before I can even say anything, his hand is back, fingers seeking, pressing into my entrance while his palm grinds into my clit.
“Good morning, Bernie.”
“Morning?” I pant, blinking in the dark. It doesn’t feel like morning. I feel like I just closed my eyes.
“Yes, it’s just after five.”
“Fi-five?” I squeak when I feel his second finger stretching me.
“Mmm, keep your leg open for me,” he purrs, pulling the strap of my nightie down with his teeth. “You seemed tired last night. I wanted to make sure you had enough sleep for today before I pounced on you.”
“Oh?” I reach behind me to curl an arm around his neck. I can feel myself hurtling towards orgasm.
“My brilliant Bernie, are you going to come for me, sunshine? Come all over my fingers.” There’s a hint of command to his soft words, and I rub my ass harder against his dick.
“Fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck you, but I want you to come on my hand first. You’re so fucking wet, Bernie.”
As if to prove the point, I can hear the wet snick as his fingers glide into me. My toes curl and I arch like a bow strung too tight. Too fucking tight.
“Beautiful Bernadette. Coming just for me,” he whispers, and I don’t know why these words set me off, but I squeeze my arm around his neck, gripping his hair while I come around his fingers. I groan as I feel his hand, wet and trailing across my skin. With a shaky breath, I roll over and press him back, straddling his hips. Even as I settle my hands on his chest, he’s already pulling me down to crush his lips into mine.
He kisses me with an all-encompassing fervor that steals my breath.
Ashish Mishra is magic, and I’m completely under his spell when I slip my hands into his hair, resting my weight on his chest, and kiss him back. His hands stroke down my back to cup my ass, rocking me against his hard-on.
He’s naked, and the soft hair covering his body brushes against all my exposed skin. I fucking love it. I run one hand down his chest, dragging my fingers through it, over the slope of his stomach to his dick wedged between us. I don’t even think when I angle him back, lifting my hips enough to press him into my entrance. I moan into his mouth as I sink down on his unyielding length, filling myself.
“Bernie,” he moans, thrusting his hips up to get deeper. Ash’s fingers dimple the skin on my hips when he pulls me down to bury his whole length inside me. It’s too fucking much, and I push myself to sit up, bracing as I rock into him. My clit rubs against the nest of hair at the base of his cock with each sway of my hips.
“Ash, please,” I pant.
“I know, sunshine. It’s perfect. It’s so perfect with you.” He groans, one of his hands tugging my nightshirt up until it's over my head so I can fuck him naked in the pre-dawn dark. He holds my hips in place when he sits up until his back rests against the headboard and helps me fold my legs on either side of his hips before his hands cup my ass again, moving me against him.
“Hold onto my knees, beautiful. I need your tits in my mouth,” he murmurs, and I do as he asks, eager for his mouth to be on my nipples.
“Feels so good, Ash,” I sigh. My hands can’t stop roaming, stroking down his chest. I remember how much he liked it when I touched him, and I like it too.
His lips greedily suck one of my nipples as his right hand strokes around my hip to thumb my clit while he fucks me. It’s slow and deep, more rocking than thrusting. His teeth pull, and combined with the pressure from his dick and thumb, his other hand moving my hips, it’s all the sensations I need at once. He hums encouragement, licking and biting the other nipple, giving me just enough sharpness to send me over the edge.
He kisses up my sternum before carefully lifting me off him and helping me to my back. I reach for him, cradling him with my arms and legs as he thrusts back inside of me, fucking me in deep long strokes. He rests on his forearms, pressing his forehead into mine, and it’s the most intimate moment of my damn life. His breath brushes against my skin, and I squeeze around him.
“I’m falling in love with you, Bernadette Murphy.”
“Good.” I tilt my chin up to kiss him.
“Good? That’s it?” he growls, pushing forward harder.
I nip his bottom lip. “Yeah, good,” I tell him defiantly, and his eyes light with the challenge, his hips snapping into me over and over. When I can tell he’s close, I rub my cheek against his. “Because I think I’m falling for you too, Ashish Mishra.” I hold him when he shudders into me, his arms, snaking around my back and squeezing me into his chest.
“Jesus, Bernie,” he groans into my hair, rolling us onto our sides, and I laugh because what else are you supposed to do after something like that?
“Best wakeup call ever.”
“Hmm,” he agrees, pressing kisses on all the skin he can reach.
“We should shower,” I say suddenly very aware of how wet it is between us. He rocks into me like he doesn’t want to leave my body before stilling when he comes to the same realization I had.
“Oh, I’m sorry–I’ve never, I didn’t mean to–” He looks at me a little bewildered at getting lost in the moment.
“I mean, it’s not really your fault,” I stroke a hand down his back. I always used condoms with Stephen. I can’t believe I didn’t even think about it.
“I don’t have anything, but we can get tested later today to make sure we’re both comfortable.”
“Okay,” I agree, kissing him. “I’m sorry I didn’t really ask, or think about it.”
“Hmm, I don’t mind,” he nuzzles into my neck and I love it. “Are you–?”
“Yeah, I have an IUD.”
He strokes a hand up and down my back, and I shiver when the air conditioning kicks on. “Can I keep fucking you like this? With nothing between us?” His hand settles on my ass, and I squirm at the idea of him feeling the wetness I know is on the backs of my thighs.
“Like right now? No, I need to go to the bathroom.” I wiggle, suddenly embarrassed by the wetness. He laughs and presses one more kiss to my lips before letting me slide away. I squeeze my legs together and rush to the bathroom, cleaning up before stepping into the shower.
Holy shit are things suddenly moving fast again.
I mean, I guess it’s been like that from the beginning. Something pulled me toward him like there was nowhere else I was supposed to be.
I remember Ash telling me his parents fell in love at first sight. Maybe I was just too stupid to realize what was in front of me. Fate? I tilt my head back, letting the hot water soak into my hair. The shower door creaks as he joins me.