Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Asher
I pull Kat back into another kiss before either of us can think too hard about what we just agreed to, what line we’re about to cross.
It’s like I’m a man who’s been starving for weeks, finally allowed to feast on what he’s been craving.
She whimpers against my lips, and the sound shoots through me like fire, lighting up every nerve ending in my body.
My hands tighten on her, pulling her closer even though the center console is in the way.
Despite the fact that I just asked her “your place or mine,” I can’t seem to pull myself away from her long enough to actually get out of the car and make it inside. My hands start to roam as we kiss, mapping the curves I’ve been fantasizing about for days.
I slide a hand between her thighs, feeling the heat there even through the denim of her jeans.
I search for where I think her clit is and press, rubbing through the fabric in slow circles.
She moans softly against my mouth, and the sound makes my cock throb painfully.
She shifts on the seat, opening her legs a little more for me despite the cramped confines of the car, and that small surrender makes something primal howl inside my chest.
I kiss down her neck, finding a spot that makes her gasp. I nip at the skin there, marking her, my hand still working between her legs. I press harder, half tempted to make her fall apart right here in the car before we even make it inside.
But the center console is in the way, and I can’t get the angle I want, can’t touch her properly. My cock is so hard it hurts, straining against my jeans, and the frustration of not being able to do what I want finally breaks through the haze of arousal.
I wrench myself back, breathing hard. My hand leaves her body and she makes a small sound of protest that nearly breaks my resolve. We’re fogging up the windows again, the glass steamy and opaque. “Inside. Now.”
I get out of the car, my legs a bit unsteady, and cross to her side. The cold air around me does nothing to cool me down as I open her door and lift her into my arms, carrying her toward the cabin.
She lets out a startled sound at the sudden change in perspective. “Asher! I can walk!”
“I know.” My arms tighten around her, holding her closer. “And I can carry you.”
She laughs breathlessly at that, looping her arms around my neck. “Such a gentleman.”
My response comes out rough against her ear, my voice dropping low and gritty. “You’re wrong about that. I’m not planning to be a gentleman with you at all, bright eyes. In fact, I’ve been having very ungentlemanly thoughts about you for days.”
She shivers in my arms, a full-body tremor that I feel all the way through me. “What kind of thoughts?”
“I’ve been thinking about getting you naked,” I answer, kicking the door closed behind us. “About spreading you out on your bed and taking my time. Learning every inch of your body with my hands and mouth.”
I start up the stairs, my grip on her steady.
“I’ve been thinking about making you scream my name, and what might make you scream the loudest. I’ve been thinking about burying my face between your thighs, about tasting you, about making you come on my tongue.
Then doing it again with my fingers. Then again with my cock. ”
By the time we reach her bedroom, she’s trembling and breathing hard, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I set her down by the bed, and immediately we’re kissing again. My hands are everywhere, roaming over her body, relearning the curves through her clothes before I get to see them bare. Her hands are doing the same to me, sliding under my shirt, nails scraping lightly over my abs.
We work to get each other’s clothes off, fumbling with buttons and zippers because we’re both too fucking impatient. She tugs my shirt off over my head, and her hands immediately go to my chest, exploring. I work on hers, finally getting it unbuttoned and sliding it off her shoulders.
When I get her bra off, I take a moment just to look at her. Her breasts are perfect, full and soft, nipples already hard. I lean down to kiss them, taking one nipple into my mouth and working it with my tongue while my hand cups the other breast.
She tastes faintly like apple cider from the market accident earlier, the sweetness mixing with her natural almond and cinnamon scent. It makes her taste even better, and I groan against her skin. I switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and she arches into my mouth.
I back her toward the bed and lay her down on it, my hands working to get her jeans off. The button is stubborn and I curse under my breath, making her laugh breathlessly. When I get them undone and slide them down her legs along with her panties, she’s finally naked in front of me.
I take a moment to just look at her laid out on the bed. She’s gorgeous. Curvy and soft in all the right places, her skin flushed with arousal. I can see that she’s already wet, and the knowledge that she wants this as much as I do makes my cock throb.
I climb over her, and she pulls me down into another kiss. This one is slower, deeper, like we have all the time in the world even though I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside her soon.
But I want to do this right. Want to make it good for her.
I start working my way down her body, kissing a trail over her collarbone, between her breasts, across her soft stomach. When I get to her hips, I feel her tense beneath me.
I look up at her, pausing. “What’s wrong?”
Her face flushes, color spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. She won’t quite meet my eyes. “I’m just… I’ve always been a little self-conscious about that. It’s not exactly the most flattering angle for me. It feels weird having someone’s face right there.”
The fact that she feels that way makes me pissed the fuck off at Daniel all over again. I can’t believe she doesn’t see herself the way I see her. Can’t believe she doesn’t understand how gorgeous she is, how much I want this.
I move back up to kiss her, pouring everything I feel into it. Then I say against her mouth, my voice rough with sincerity, “You’re beautiful. All of you. Especially this.”
My hand slides between her thighs, and she’s already wet, slick against my fingers. “I want to bury my face between these thighs, and I fucking love having something to hold on to. You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this.”
The way I talk to her, the hunger in my voice, seems to convince her. She relaxes slightly beneath me. “Okay.”
But I can still feel the tension in her body, can tell she’s nervous and still self-conscious.
So I take my time kissing my way down slowly, building anticipation.
Making sure she knows how much I want this, how much I’ve been fantasizing about it.
I kiss across her stomach, nip at her hip bones, kiss the inside of her thigh.
When I finally settle between her legs and spread them wider, I take a moment just to look at her. She’s perfect. Pink and wet and ready for me. I nuzzle against her inner thigh, breathing in her scent.
“It drove me fucking crazy to watch you touch yourself last night,” I admit, lifting my head enough to meet her eyes past the line of her body. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to show you what it feels like when someone who knows what they’re doing puts their mouth on this perfect pussy.”
She inhales sharply, and I can feel the way her body responds to my words. I hold her gaze for a moment, wanting her to see the desire I know must be burning behind my eyes.
Then I drop my head and finally take my first taste.
I groan at the contact, the sound coming from deep in my chest. She’s sweet and perfect and everything I imagined. Better than I imagined, actually, and I’ve been imagining it a lot.
I work her with my tongue, licking and teasing, exploring. After a moment I look up at her, wanting to see her face. “Tell me what you like. I want to make this good for you.”
She does, and I listen to every word like my life depends on it.
She gives me little adjustments, her voice shaky and breathless.
When I find the right rhythm with the flat of my tongue against her clit, she tells me to keep doing that, her hand coming down to tangle in my hair.
When I slide one finger inside her, testing, she begs for more, her hips rolling against my face.
I add a second finger, feeling how tight she is, then work up to a third. I pump them in and out while my tongue keeps moving against her clit, and she makes the most incredible sounds above me.
It takes a little while for her to fully let go.
I can tell she’s nervous at first, too in her head about it, worrying about how she looks or sounds or tastes.
But then she starts to relax beneath me, her body loosening, arching into my mouth.
Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me where she wants me, and that surrender is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.
She whimpers, and the sound shoots straight down my spine to my cock. I grind against the mattress, needing some kind of friction, some relief.
“You taste so goddamn good. I love those sounds you’re making. Give me more, baby. I want to hear you.”
Her breathing gets faster, her hips moving more frantically. “Asher, I… fuck, I…”
She doesn’t even have to tell me she’s about to come. I can tell. Her thighs squeeze around my head, trapping me there, and her whole body shakes with it. I keep working her through it, my tongue not stopping, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m so turned on that I can’t stop grinding against the mattress, practically humping it by now, my cock throbbing as my balls draw up tight.
The scent of her, the sounds she’s making, and the taste of her on my tongue all converge to push me over the edge, and I come in my pants like a damn teenager, groaning against her as wetness soaks the front of my pants.
Her thighs slowly relax as she comes down from the peak, and once I’m free, I move up her body. The lower half of my face is wet with her arousal, and I don’t even try to wipe it off. Instead, I slide my fingers into her mouth, letting her taste herself on them.
“Good girl,” I breathe. “You should taste yourself. It’s fucking incredible.”
She does, her tongue swirling around my fingers, sucking them clean. The sight of it makes my spent cock twitch with interest, and I lean back after withdrawing my fingers from her mouth, adjusting myself.
Her gaze drops to the obvious wet spot on my pants, and her eyes widen. “Did you just…”
“Uh, yeah.” I rake a hand through my hair, laughing wryly. “I couldn’t help myself. I told you I was going to enjoy that. It was even hotter than I imagined—and I’ve been imagining it a lot.”
She shivers, biting her lip as she gazes at the cum-soaked crotch of my pants for another long moment. “Oh my god. I’ve never… I mean, no one’s ever done that because of me before.”
“Well, I hope you take it as a compliment, because it is one.” Despite the fact that I just got off from going down on her, I can feel my cock starting to swell again already. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
I strip off my ruined jeans and boxers, tossing them onto the floor. Then I grab a condom from my wallet before I forget, setting it on the nightstand within reach.
“That’s three times I’ve come without being inside you,” I tell her roughly, moving back over her on the bed. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel you wrapped around me.”
Her face flushes, heat in her eyes as she looks up at me. I kiss her again, deep and hungry, tasting her arousal on both our lips. She moans into my mouth, her hands sliding down my back.
More blood rushes south, and the longer we kiss, the more my half-erection turns into a full hard on, as if that first orgasm was just the warmup.
I work her back up with my hands and mouth, taking my time as I kiss her breasts again, sucking her nipples until she’s arching off the bed.
Sliding my hand between her legs, I work her clit until she’s making those needy little sounds again.
“Asher,” she finally breathes, riding my hand. “Please.”
That’s all I was waiting for. I reach for the condom and tear it open with my teeth, then lean back to roll it on. As I do, she gets her first real look at my cock up close, and her eyes widen, a mix of desire and apprehension in her expression.
“Oh. Wow. You’re… bigger than anyone I’ve been with,” she admits, and a flash of primal pride swells in my chest.
“Think you can take me?” I ask, fisting my sheathed cock as I arch a brow.
She looks a little intimidated, scrunching her face up in a way that’s both adorable and sexy. “Do you think I can take you?”
I smirk, hungry and possessive and so turned on I can barely think straight as I catch her chin with my free hand, tilting her face up to meet my gaze.
“I know you can, bright eyes. That gorgeous pussy can take all of me. And once you’ve taken every inch, I’m going to make you come on my cock.”