14. Asher
Chapter Fourteen
ASHER
The following morning, I wake up with Jane curled up lush and warm beside me. For a moment, I tell myself not to overdo it, not to constantly give in to the urges for her, which run as deep as a river.
But then, I remind myself we have a job this week. One that is nothing but pure pleasure for me. When I smooth my hand down over her side, I can’t help but linger under the plump curve of her breast. She murmurs something sleepy, her eyes slowly opening as she rolls her head to the side.
“Do you call it morning here?” she asks, her voice soft, the edges crushed from sleep.
I feel my lips quirking up at the corners, savoring how her own smile curves against her cheek in return.
“Yes, we do.” I dip my head and breathe in her scent.
I’m not sure how much later it is, but it’s been a while. After I’ve teased her to climax, after we’ve lounged in bed, and after I took her again in the shower. She looks over at me while she’s toweling off.
“It doesn’t look like you have to worry about water supply here,” she comments.
“Oh no. That’s never an issue here. I haven’t stayed long enough on Earth to worry, but I understand it’s rationed there.”
She nods. “It has been my whole life. From what I understand, it became dry in certain areas first. In the United States, it was out West. The rivers began to dry up, and the drought slowly spread east. East is where the green zone is now. I’ve never been there, though.”
“Here, we have something sort of like a rainforest, but not quite as rainy. On the other side of the mountains, it’s a little dryer., But even there, we never worry about water supply.”
“Water can only run for three minutes or less on Earth,” Jane says. “They put timers on all of the lines. They started doing that when people ignored the voluntary limits.”
“I think you’ll like it here. The environment is very similar to Earth before it got dry and fiery there.”
“How often will I go back for the matchmaking?” she asks me.
“After this week, you will coordinate with our team that goes to Earth every other month. You will establish a plan. I presume every other month, but maybe not. Depends on how you set it up.”
Jane’s eyes twinkle as she tugs on some clothing. She has a swirly skirt and a tank top that stretches over her curves.
I don’t even want to get dressed, but my body needs food, so I reluctantly pull on a shirt and breeches. Most of our clothing is similar to Earth but more practical. Although our environment here is better, and we have more luxuries, we’ve learned what not to do from other neighboring planets. We don’t want to end up like them, with the environment nearly destroyed and manufacturing limited as a result.
“Come,” I say after we’re dressed, holding out a hand. “I’ll give you a tour. This will be your home.”
Her soft hand is warm in mine as I lead her out of her shower area. “Well, the bedroom and shower are lovely,” she offers with a grin.
I pause and glance around the space. We have a large bedroom with a square bed with silky white fabric draped around the corners. The windows that face the inner courtyard are open, and a soft breeze gusts through. Brightly colored rugs decorate the floor on either side of the bed. The bathroom has the same glossy wooden flooring with a large open shower, a skylight above, and a soaking tub beside it. Many of our amenities are similar to Earth, primarily because we have intermingled with humans for centuries.
I lead her out of the bedroom along the hall that faces the inner courtyard. “This side is just our bedroom,” I offer.
I turn to go around the back to one of the other sides of the square home, which houses our two offices. “Mine,” I offer. “And yours.”
“Oh!” she squeaks. “I have an office?”
“Oh yes. You’ll be busy. While my family leads, we work very hard. You’ll see.”
We round the other corner, which is the main living space for us. The large sunken living room has a big couch and a small fireplace on the wall facing the home's outer area. The inside walls are lined with windows facing the inner courtyard. We turn into the last area, which is the kitchen.
“If you like to cook, we have a nice kitchen,” I say as I swing my arm in an arc.
“Have you been living here all along?” she asks. She looks around, her eyes wide.
“No, the space has been waiting for me to be married. I can show you where I lived before after this week is over.”
The kitchen is practical and beautiful with a large stone counter. It shimmers under the skylights above. The sink faces out over the courtyard, as do a row of stools and a dining table.
Jane spins around, clasping her hands in front of her chest as she smiles up at me. My heart thumps hard in my chest.
“I love this!” she exclaims.
She pauses, her brow furrowing as she looks up at me again. “Are we trapped in here?”
I chuckle. “Oh no, we can leave, but—” I smile down at her. “I think we might not want to. Food will be delivered, and we can order whatever we want.”
“Will my phone from Earth even work here?”
I chuckle. “It will.”
“Well, then what’s for breakfast?” She approaches the refrigerator, swinging it wide open. It is completely stocked with options, including a fresh array of fruits and vegetables.
The morning passes quickly. We eat after I show her where the delivery area is, only to discover that a delivery has been made for us from our local bakery.
Jane wants coffee and worries that we won’t have it.
“We have coffee. Humans have been coming to our planet for centuries, and we have our own drink that is similar,” I explain. “A little less bitter, but stronger than caffeine.”
She narrows her eyes, cocking her head to the side. “Is it a drug?”
I grin. “Well, technically, caffeine is a drug.”
She rolls her eyes. After breakfast, I show her how to use her phone and get onto our version of a computer system here, which is much faster than what’s available on Earth, then we go out into the courtyard. I hadn’t even been allowed to tour this home until right before I went down to Earth, hoping to find a mate.
“It’s beautiful,” Jane says.
She turns slowly, her eyes arcing about the large inner courtyard. There’s a small pond, and wild birds flit among the trees. She squeaks when she glances up. “There’s a snake!” she yelps.
Its bright green iridescent scales shimmer under the sunlight. “They’re harmless,” I assure her.
Jane looks back toward me. “This is so weird.”
“Weird?” I prompt as I step closer to her, unable to resist reaching for her hand.
She shrugs, looking a little sheepish. “Yes. I’m on another planet. And it’s sort of like Earth, but way better. And you’re here, and I’m a princess. I got married with a tiara,” she marvels.
I chuckle, tugging her to me. “You are a princess here.”
“Will everyone here call me princess all the time?” She angles her head to look up at me.
“Only in formal settings. Otherwise, you’ll be Jane.”
“And you’ll be called Asher? Are you accustomed to being called prince?”
I shake my head. “I was crowned prince yesterday. Until then, I was just Asher.”
She nods, falling quiet for a moment before adding, “I hope it works. I hope it stays good.”
“What do you mean?”
She places her palm on my chest, and my heart feels as if it’s lunging toward her touch. “This, with us,” she clarifies.
“It will,” I assure her.
“But how do you know?”
Releasing her hand, I slide my arm around her waist, cupping her cheek with my other palm as I bring her flush against me. My arousal is near instant.
“Don’t you feel it?” I murmur, my voice low.
My hand slides down her neck over the wild beat of her pulse, and my thumb traces along her collarbone. I love the way her skin flushes pink so easily as if the desire rises to the surface swiftly in her.
“I do,” she whispers, “but isn’t that just lust?”
“Yes, but it’s more than that. It’s our infinity pulse.”
I feel the rise of her breath and her breasts pressing against my chest. My cock throbs. Jane makes me crazy. I feel almost as if I’m a slave to her, bound so deeply already. It’s as if she has lassoed my heart, the hold cinching tighter and tighter every time we touch.
“I feel it,” she whispers.
She leans forward, and I feel her lips like a brand on my skin where she presses them to the divot at the base of my throat. She lifts her head, looking up at me. “Will living here change my skin?”
I shake my head. “Our children will probably have something between your skin and mine.”
She bites her lip. My cock throbs again, and I feel my seed leaking out. It’s been mere hours since I was buried deep in her, and I already need her again. I let my hand slip down over her bottom, bunching the fabric of her long skirt up in my fist to find she isn’t even wearing panties.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I groan. I give her bottom a squeeze.
She looks up at me, her eyes teasing. She reaches between us, dragging her palm boldly over the hard ridge of my arousal.
“You said we have a job this week,” she murmurs throatily.
I tease my fingers between the cleft of her bottom, sliding my hand down to find her hot and slick. I growl into her hair. “Oh, Jane.”
I glance around, and my eyes land on a bench in a corner. “This way,” I bite out as I force myself to step back.
A moment later, we’re in front of the bench, and she’s bending over. I push her skirt up, baring her bottom. I nearly weep at the sight of her. She’s so wet for me, quivering.
I tease my fingers between her thighs, sliding into her swollen folds and pumping deeply. I swiftly undo the laces on my breeches, and my cock springs free. My cum is sliding down my shaft.
As tempting as it is to bury myself inside her from behind right now, I want to see her face. She straightens and kicks her skirt to the side while I yank my breeches down. A moment later, we’re both naked, the fresh air warm on our skin.
She orders me to sit.
I love her when she’s bossy.
I do just as she says, watching when she kneels in front of me, her tongue circling her lips. She drags her thumb across the tip of my cock, just before she leans down and sucks me into her mouth. My head falls back as I cry out with a ragged groan. She sucks me in deeply, teasing me some more. She leans back, releasing me with a pop. “Do you like that?”
My chest heaves as I nod. “But I need to be inside you,” I say.
Because I do. I want her pussy filled with my seed again. I want her plump and pregnant as soon as possible.
Jane rises, her breasts bouncing a little when she straddles me. I look deep into her eyes, my heart thudding in recognition of who she is to me and all we will be together.
She lowers her hips, and I guide myself to her entrance. I hold still for a moment as I feel the kiss of her arousal on my thick crown. “Now,” I say, and she sinks down, sheathing me in her rippling core.
My release threatens already, like lightning about to strike. I hold on, clinging to my discipline, until I feel her body begin to quicken. I already know the sound of her torch song. She makes these breathy little gasps. I reach between us to find her swollen clit and savor her sharp cry. I can feel her arousal dripping down my cock and balls as my own release crashes through me.
She rests against me a moment later, and I hold her close. It feels as if I could just be like this with her forever. We don’t move for a while, long enough that when she does shift, my cock twitches in response, thickening, and lengthening again inside her. She leans back to look at me.
“Again,” she says.
I slip a hand down to where were joined. Her clit is poking out, pink and plump. “Only if you can come for me,” I murmur.
As I tease over her, she trembles, clenching around me yet again. “Just one more, sweetheart.”
She gives it to me, and the sound she makes is so sweet. I watch as she rises, sliding down over my cum-covered cock, the mixture of our arousal dripping down over my shaft. She pulls another release from me, and I watch as she bites her bottom lip and cries out.