33. She claws at my back
33
SHE CLAWS AT MY BACK
ASHER
Two hours have slipped by, and Halle’s broken whisper still floats in my mind. “She killed herself.” Before I had a chance to ask, her tears slowed to a stop, and her pulse steadied to a beat that matched mine. She drifted into an uneasy, restless sleep, her body still curled into me.
Her night went from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows in a second. That’s all it took, one second to send the world crashing down on her.
As I look at her, a quiet contentment settles in me. My thumb brushes over her cheek and I know that come morning, she’ll lose her mind when she sees herself in the mirror. Black streaks run down her face, leaving a path where her tears spilled, her red lips now blotchy from the way she bit at them in pain. Her mind will play tricks on her, whispering that she looks like a mess, a trainwreck. But all I see is her, so raw and open. I’ve never found her more beautiful.
There’s an unspoken understanding between us. Our sadness, our grief, the shadows we carry connect us in ways I never thought were possible .
“Asher,” her hand slides up my chest, her fingers curling around my neck as she stirs awake.
“It hurts,” her voice breaks in a whisper, “please, make it not hurt.”
Her breaths start coming in too quick, too frantic, and I grab her leg, hooking it further over me, pulling her up so she’s straddling me. My hands grip her hips, steadying her as the panic threatens to overwhelm her. She peers down at me, her eyes wide and glassy, searching for a way out. Tucking her stray strands of hair behind her ears, I start to breathe deeply. I’ll do anything for her, anything to make her feel at peace, even if it’s only for a moment.
“With me,” I command, as I suck in a full breath, my chest rising with the motion in exaggeration to show her.
I wait, holding my breath until she follows me, and when she does, we slowly release them together, our breaths meeting in the electric space between us. I watch as she comes back to me, the panic dissolving into the tension-filled air.
“You want me to make you feel good?” I ask her, my voice coming out gruff.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Take these off.” I tap the side of her leg.
Halle naked is a sight that never leaves my dreams. She moves slowly, hesitantly pushing those curve-hugging jeans down, and I strip my sweats. Reaching for her hand, I guide her back down to me, her knees sinking into the mattress as she hovers over me, her hands resting on my bare chest. The heat of her skin brushes against mine, her breasts full and nipples peaking. My tongue darts out, spinning my lip ring and my cock hardens instantly at how captivating she is.
I tap my chest. “Sit.”
Her eyes widen, and I chuckle, but I don’t give her a second to think. I pull her up quickly, a soft squeal leaving her lips as her hands scramble to hold the wooden headboard.
Her cunt is the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, and I’m obsessed.
Moving my hands behind her, I grab her ass, squeezing as I bury my face between her legs. Her thighs tense around my head. My tongue swipes up, tasting her, and I hum in approval at how wet she’s becoming. I lick and suck. I eat her like she’s my last meal on Earth, and when I bite down on her clit, her hand flies to my head, fingers tangling through my hair, pulling on the strands.
My eyes meet hers, and I pull back, my lips wet with her sweetness. “Ride my face, baby.”
Needing a little guidance, I grip her hips, dragging her closer to my face until she’s properly seated. Her gasps and whimpers fill the room, and when I moan into her heat, she rolls her hips over me, chasing her orgasm. Her hands move to cup her breasts, the sight is mesmerizing, and I grip my cock tightly to find some kind of relief. I’m so hard my body is vibrating with anticipation, pre-cum leaking out of my tip.
Her movements pick up, her hand pulling tighter, and I know she’s close, can feel it. I bite down harder, suck harder, and she shatters. Her head falls back, and she moans. Her legs spasm around my head as I lick her through the high.
She sighs, her hips rolling ever so slightly, and I know she needs more. I kiss her cunt, once, twice, three times, and push her up, motioning her down to my cock.
Her nails scrape over my stomach. My abs tense with the sensation, and those stunning blue eyes lock onto mine, a smirk curving at her mouth. She wraps her hand around me, and I hiss, my fists clenching the sheets at my sides. I’m aching to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around me .
I push up, my hands cupping her cheeks as I capture her mouth in a desperate, hot kiss. And when she opens, I dive in, my tongue fighting for control. We pant together, our hearts racing to the same beat, and she guides me to her, sinking down until I’m fully inside her. We both groan, her hips circle, and we move together slowly.
“Asher,” she moans, “fuck me harder.”
My control snaps. I flip her onto her back, her tits bouncing with the sudden motion, and I thrust into her hard and fast. I fuck her like she asked. I fuck her to stop the pain, to help her forget for a moment. My skin dampens, and I lean down, taking a nipple into my mouth, biting down hard before I move to the other. Her walls flutter around me, and she claws at my back.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan, “take my cock.”
I push back, hooking my arms under her knees and lifting them further as I thrust in deeper.
“Look at how good your pussy takes me,” I say to her.
Tilting her head up, she watches in awe as I slam into her, over and over again until her eyes are closing in ecstasy. Her walls tighten around me, and her legs tremble as her orgasm crashes down, ripping through her as she screams my name.
“Halle, oh, fuck,” I growl out as I follow her.
Every muscle tightens. My pulse pounds in my ears as the whole world disappears. Pleasure shoots down my spine, and I spill inside her, filling her with all I have. My skin tingles. Her hands roam all over my body, and I collapse on top of her, inhaling her deeply.