Chapter 38
Asher
A splash of orange juice with champagne
“I’ll be right back.”
I leave a confused Bri to finish her breakfast so I can prepare the rest of her self-care day.
I begin to draw her a bath, adding in rose scented bubbles.
Over on the counter I had placed a bamboo bath tray and covered it with all of her favorites: two face masks, champagne glasses filled to the brim with mimosas, and our current read.
I’d say it was a bit presumptuous of me to assume that she’d want me to join her, but I’m banking on knowing my bear. She’ll want to spend this time with me.
When I notice the water hit the halfway mark, I shut off the faucet and move to the bedroom where I’ve scattered a few fall-scented candles throughout the room.
Soon it’ll smell like we stepped into a fall Hallmark movie, one of Bri’s guilty pleasures.
I’ll admit, they aren’t all bad. I mean, sure, the plot is pretty much the same, but I think that’s the appeal.
I make my way over to the window to open it just enough to let the crisp autumn air permeate the room.
Two silk robes—one in a soft lilac and the other in a charcoal grey—lay across the bed.
Massage oils in every size bottle are littered across her cherry wood dresser along with a tube of blood red nail polish.
“What is all this?” The sound of Bri’s voice startles me.
“You weren’t supposed to see this yet. But since you’re here, it’s your own personal spa day. I have a bath drawn up for us with your version of what a mimosa is.”
“A splash of orange juice with champagne?” she asks while she cocks her head to the side.
“Is there any other way to make one?”
“Nope. But what is all that?” Her eyes flick to the rest of the room, taking inventory. She has no idea what I have in store for her tonight.
“All part of your relaxation day, now get your fine ass in the bathroom.”
We strip down and carefully step into the bath.
The sheet masks are barely on our faces before I feel her body molding against mine, her head resting in the crook of my neck.
As I’m reading the moment where the enemies finally become lovers, Bri sips her drink as a soft, contented sigh slips past her lips.
Bliss. This is what pure, uninterrupted bliss feels like.
“Don’t think I missed your assumption that I’d let you join me in the bath.”
“Bear, it wasn’t an assumption. It was a fact. I knew you wouldn’t tell me no. You love me too much. Plus, if you said no, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” I softly toss the book I was reading onto the floor as far away from the tub as possible, but not before ensuring her page is marked.
Can’t have my girl losing her spot
“Hey, you were just getting to the good oh—” Her words are cut off when my finger slips inside of her, my thumb finding her clit swollen and waiting.
“My girl liked that scene, huh? Tell me, who were you thinking of while reading the words?”
A soft moan escapes from the back of her throat while the pad of my thumb moves in soft circles against her core.
“I was picturing him and m—” I pinch her clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to skirt the line between pleasure and pain.
“Wrong. Answer.” I pinch down even harder, feeling her squirm on top of me before letting go. I remove my fingers from inside of her only to paint circles on her inner thighs.
“Cruel. That was cruel.” Her words come out breathless and choppy. I mean, if I was played with like this, I’d be the same way.
“You want my fingers, Bri?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Then answer the question correctly. Who were you thinking of?”
“You. Always you.”
“That’s my good girl.”
I don’t give her time to process much before I’m sliding two fingers inside her pussy, pumping in and out. The sounds of her arousal mixed with her whimpers fill the space like a beautifully evocative aria.
The moment I insert a third finger, Bri’s body contorts, limbs softening, muscles relaxing as she chases her pleasure.
Pleasure I’m purposely keeping from her.
Just as quickly as my fingers were thrusted into her, I pull them out.
Her frustrated groan escapes her pouty lips, and the sound has me chuckling into the nape of her neck.
I drag my nose slowly up the side of her smooth skin as her intoxicating, saccharine scent infiltrates my system, threatening to short circuit my brain.
“What do you want, Bri?” How I manage to form a coherent sentence is beyond me.
“I-I want...” Her stuttering is the highest compliment. I have her exactly where I want her…at my mercy.
“Say it. What. Do. You. Want?”
“I want to come.” The raspy tone of her voice sends a signal to my dick, but it’s not the time for that. Right now, it’s all about Bri.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Beg for it.”
The water threatens to slosh over the side as Bri shifts her body to face me, a sinful smirk decorating her face.
“Please. Fuck me with your fingers. Play with me. Tease me. Do whatever you want, just make me come.”
“That’s my girl.”
Before Bri can turn her head, I crash my mouth onto hers, my tongue demanding entry in between her soft, supple lips.
Tongues brush and tangle together as my fingers slip back inside her, allowing me to swallow her gasp.
My pace starts out torturously slow, thriving in her squirming body.
Our lips are still locked as I make a grab for the champagne flute with my other hand.
The moment my fingers wrap around the stem, I’m breaking apart from the kiss, my fingers once again removed from inside of her.
“Open for me, baby.” Bri’s head tilts back, her mouth open as wide as it can go.
I take a long pull, allowing the bubbly sensation to sit on my tongue for a few seconds before leaning down and spitting it into her awaiting mouth.
My move is deliberate, knowing this is bound to make her even slicker.
I watch as she swallows, wishing it was my cock instead.
Her whiskey eyes lock with mine, demanding to finish what I started.
I’ve had enough playing around.
“Eyes on me. I want that pretty face as you come.”
Just as I suspected, she’s more soaked than she was before. My finger slips in with even more ease and I begin to rub her clit in fast, circular motions, picking up speed and pressure as I go.
“Oh. Asher. More. I need more. Please.”
I do exactly as I’m told, pressing more firmly on her bundle of nerves, finding the perfect speed that I know will have her coming fast and hard. Her fast, panting breaths match my pace and soon enough, water is thrashing over the edge of the tub as she comes with my name on her mouth.
“You’re so sexy when you come. Let’s dry off so we can keep going.”
“Keep going? I don’t know if I can handle any more.”
I lean down and nip at her shoulder, enough to leave a mark before gripping her jaw in my hand and forcing her to look at me.
“You can and you will,” I growl the words in her ear. “Now, let’s go. I have plans for that body.”