Chapter 26
Sierra
“I know,” I panted. “I wanted to send you over that edge.”
All I’d wanted was to show him how much I loved his body.
Asher was scarred everywhere, and my heart had ached when I’d seen all of the signs of sexual abuse. But those scars didn’t detract from his gorgeous, hard, and ripped body.
God, no wonder he suffered from PTSD.
His childhood had been absolutely horrific.
“You will send me over the edge,” he assured me as he turned me around and put my hands on the bedside table. “But it’s going to happen while you’re exploding around my cock. I love these panties, beautiful, but they need to go.”
He slid the panties down my legs.
When I stepped out of them, he urged my legs apart, and I was moaning seconds later as he slid his fingers through my wet pussy from behind.
“Asher,” I whined, hungry to feel his cock inside me.
I felt exposed, bent over the table with my ass in the air, but I was so ready for him that I didn’t care.
I was more than ready for yet another sexual adventure with Asher.
“Fuck me!” I pleaded.
He slid his cock through my juices, teasing me. “You want my cock, baby?”
God, I loved it when he asked that question in his aroused baritone.
It made me completely insane.
“Yes!” I said as I pushed my hips back against him.
“How bad?” he questioned as he flicked my clit mercilessly.
“Damn it, Asher! Fuck me!” I ordered as my body vibrated with need.
“You’re getting very demanding, gorgeous,” he said with humor in his voice.
“Do you have a problem with that?” I panted.
He put just enough pressure on my clit to make me crazy. “Hell, no,” he rasped. “It’s sexy as hell to have my woman demand that I fuck her. I want to make you come so hard that you can’t remember your own name.”
He buried himself to his balls, and I tried to relax a little because the penetration was deep.
It was good.
So incredibly good.
He gripped my hip with one hand and toyed with my clit with the other.
Nothing was hurried or frenzied.
It was deep, slow, and sensual.
The erotic dance was seductive and had me half out of my mind by the time I felt my impending orgasm.
“Asher!” I screamed as an intense orgasm washed over my body.
“Not this time,” Asher rasped, as if he were trying to convince himself of something.
I was shaking from my climax when I realized that Asher hadn’t come.
“Asher?” I queried softly.
He lowered himself over my body until his chest was against my back. “One more time,” he said in a deep baritone next to my ear.
“Oh, God,” I panted, my heart still racing. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You can,” he urged as he changed positions a little.
“Ohhhh,” I whimpered as I experienced a new sensation.
A pleasure that started to grow and expand with each thrust of Asher’s hips.
I knew what it was, but I had very little experience with the feeling.
He was stimulating my G-spot, and it was intense for me.
“Asher!” I called out, my body responding almost violently from the sensation overload.
His cock was filling me.
My G-spot was making my body sing.
And Asher had never stopped teasing my clit.
I rocked back against him, experimenting.
God, everything he was doing to me was making my brain flee my body.
I was lost in erotic pleasure, and I didn’t care if I never found my mind again.
The build was slow.
Deep.
Sublime.
“Yes, Asher,” I babbled. “So good.”
I didn’t have to reach for the orgasm.
It increased in intensity until it washed over my entire body.
“Oh, God! Asher!”
I’d never felt my orgasm in every nerve in my body, but that was exactly what was happening.
I was trembling as my core spasmed harder than it ever had before.
I felt the climax so deep and fierce that I was gasping for breath.
“Fuck, yeah,” Asher groaned. “Milk me hard, gorgeous.”
I did.
There was nothing else I could do.
I was helpless to make the climax stop.
It stretched on even after Asher had found his own release, and he didn’t stop trying to extend the extraordinary orgasm as long as possible.
It went on for so long that I thought my heart was going to explode, but I felt every moment of that pleasure down to my toes.
The second it was over; my legs gave out.
Asher caught me, lifted me up, and lowered both of us onto the bed.
He laid on his back and I was spread out beside him, unable to move while I tried to suck air into my lungs.
He’d done exactly what he’d wanted to do.
I could hardly remember my own name.
My body was limp and I was covered with perspiration.
My heart was starting to slow, but it was going to take a while.
“That was intense,” I said breathlessly.
“For me, too,” he replied in a husky tone.
“I can’t believe you didn’t come during my first climax.”
That stimulation when I came was usually what set him off.
“It took a superhuman effort. I’m not sure I could do that every day.”
“Good,” I said emphatically. “I don’t think I could take that every day.”
Although it was incredibly pleasurable, it was exhausting and intense.
“But was it good?” he said playfully.
“You know it was,” I told him. “It’s all good. I’m lucky to be sleeping with an incredibly hot stud.”
“The scars,” he said hesitantly.
God, it killed me that he actually had insecurities about his scars.
“The scars remind me of just how strong you are, Asher. I feel the same way that you do about my scars. You went through so much as a child, and you did everything you could to protect Cole. I know you want to leave it behind, and I respect that, but I’m glad you told me what happened. You were so incredibly brave.”
“It was a long time ago,” he said. “It’s not worth rehashing. I’ve done enough of that to fix my PTSD.”
I shook my head. “You don’t have to with me. I know what happened, and I understand the desire to move on. But I’m always here to listen if there are things you want to talk about.”
“I know that, but I don’t think I’m ever going to want to rehash my childhood.” Asher wrapped a strong arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “We didn’t actually get to use the bed.”
“We can do it on the way back,” I suggested. “I guess I should take a shower. I don’t smell pretty.”
It was a fairly short flight, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we were preparing to land.
“Kiss me first,” he said grumpily, like he was offended that I was going to leave him before he got a kiss.
I moved a little closer to him and kissed him on the cheek.
This interaction had gotten to be a game for us. A game I loved to play.
He cocked a brow, shook his head, and put his index finger to his lips.
“Do you really want me that close?” I teased. “I stink.”
He didn’t speak.
He simply tapped his lips.
“You’re impossible sometimes,” I said with a laugh.
“I don’t hear you complaining that I smell,” he said.
I rolled my eyes, but I moved even closer and kissed him.
I loved everything about this man, even his ripe smell that reminded me of hot, sweaty sex.
Asher grasped the back of my head and held me in place, tasting my lips until he was satisfied.
Honestly, I secretly loved the way he insisted that I kiss him.
It was sweet, and when he insisted, it generally had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with affection.
I adored that playfulness in Asher.
“Let’s go,” he said after we’d finished that kiss. “We won’t have long for that shower.”
“I’m not sure I can get up,” I told him, only half joking.
My legs were still weak.
He rose and motioned me to the side of the bed.
Once I moved, he picked me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
“I can make it,” I told him with a laugh.
“No need,” he said as he squeezed the cheeks of my ass. “Did you really think that I was going to miss the chance to grope your gorgeous ass?”
God, I loved this man so damn much.
He made me feel so many things I’d never felt before.
He made me feel wanted.
He made me feel desired.
He made me feel like I was talented and smart.
And having a man like Asher was intoxicating.
We were so happy together that it was almost scary.
Maybe I was living in a bubble, but if that was true, I hoped it never burst.
I wanted to savor everything I’d missed in my life for as long as I possibly could.