12. Asher
Chapter Twelve
ASHER
Jane’s eyes are dark, her cheeks are flushed pink, and I can feel the tight peaks of her nipples pressing through the silk of her dress. In all this time that I’ve looked for the woman who is to be mine, I’d begun to despair that I might ever feel what I believed could be possible. I’d begun to get practical, thinking I would settle for much less.
But now, I stare down at Jane, and I know she’s dripping wet for me. I can’t wait to bury myself in her tight pink pussy and fill her.
I can’t wait for her to be carrying our child. I can’t wait until her breasts are heavy with milk.
“Please,” she whispers.
I finally kiss her, remembering how desperate I was for her right before the wedding and how wet she had been for me. I can feel the cum leaking out of the tip of my shaft. I made myself many promises earlier—about taking our time, going slow, not rushing, and so on. I don’t want to keep any of them. I need to be inside her.
I lift my head, sucking in deep gulps of air. I tell her, “I need you. I want to go slow, but?—”
My sassy wife says, “Don’t you dare. Hurry, please.”
She reaches between us and drags her palm over my thick length. Seconds later, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes, and I let out a little growl when she’s finally naked. She’s beyond beautiful. Her breasts are perky, her nipples a deep pink. I lean down to cup a breast, plumping it up and sucking her nipple into my mouth, savoring her sharp cry.
I lift my head and smooth my hand over the soft curve of her belly, delving between her thighs to find her hot and slick. I sink my fingers into her again. When I draw them out this time, I taste her, savoring the sweet tang of her arousal.
We haven’t even gotten past the entryway to our home.
With every ounce of restraint I can find, I force myself to slow down. I have one arm banded around Jane’s waist and the other sliding down over her shoulder. Her skin is silky and smooth, flushed pink with passion.
“Sweetheart,” I rasp.
Jane’s lashes lift, her eyes dark pools of desire. Her breath is coming in short, sharp little pants.
“What?” she asks in a ragged whisper.
“We should slow down,” I say.
My cock disputes this point, pulsing where it presses against her belly. She blinks, and her tongue darts out to swipe across her bottom lip. She looks around where we are. The entry to our home is light and airy. Archways lead off to each side, one to the bedroom area and the other to the living room and kitchen.
I lift her in my arms, and she’s a soft, naked bundle of curves. I carry her into the living room, striding quickly over to a couch. I stretch her out on the couch, kneeling beside her. I take her in for a moment. She is mine now; we are bound.
Her curls are falling around her shoulders in a messy tumble. I let my eyes trail over her plump lips, down to take in her sweet breasts with her pink nipples ruched tightly. I slide my palm over the sweet curve of her belly, lingering for a moment over the curls nestled between her thighs before letting my hand trail down over the curve of her hip, along her leg, and slowly back up on the inside.
She shivers, and goose bumps rise on her skin. “Oh, sweetheart, it was worth the wait for this.”
She lets out a breathy laugh. My eyes meet hers. “What’s funny?”
“We only met two days ago,” she points out.
“And I wanted all of you the moment I met you.”
Her eyes get soft, and she bites her bottom lip. “I want all of you too,” she whispers.
I gently press her knees apart. She’s drenched with her arousal slick on the inside of her thighs. Her pussy is puffy, pink, and glistening. My cock throbs, and I cannot wait to fill her.
I tease my fingers into her soaking wet core, my eyes on her face as I sink two fingers inside her, knuckle deep.
“Have you been this wet since before the wedding?” I ask as I pump slowly in and out of her. She nods, a little whimper escaping from her throat. I can’t wait any more and bring my mouth to her sex, tasting her as I fuck her with my fingers.
My restraint slips to the very end of its tether when I feel her trembling. I rise up. “I need to be inside you,” I growl.
“Please, please… Asher, hurry,” she begs.
I shift up onto the couch, stretching out over her and savoring the feel of her as I notch my thick crown at her entrance. “Jane,” I say as her lashes begin to fall closed. Her eyes open. “You’re my princess.”
She blinks. “Ash—” she rasps, just as I bury myself inside her.
She’s tight and clenching around me, and I’m already at the edge. I need to feel her find her pleasure first. I hold still, my voice on the edge of slurring as her legs curl around my hips and her hips rock toward mine.
Fused as closely as we can be, I feel like I’ve come home. I rise up on an elbow, brushing her tangled hair away from her face. I drop my forehead to hers and say, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
She shudders underneath me, and I draw back to plunge in again, feeling the spurt of my seed filling her. She whimpers as I surge inside her, clinging to the thinnest thread of my control. I adjust the angle of my hips and reach between us to tease my fingers over her swollen clit.
She cries out, her entire body going taut and her pussy clamping around my length. I finally let go, my release coming in spurts as my mind nearly goes blank from the electricity sizzling through me.