Chapter 33 #2
He pulls back and looks between my eyes before pushing himself up on the bed, muscles flexing and contracting from the movement and I can't help but stare at them, mesmerized.
Asher's eyes never leave mine as he slowly lowers himself back down, his body covering mine like a warm, protective blanket. His weight feels delicious, grounding me in the moment. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch infinitely gentle.
"I'll go slow," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "If anything feels uncomfortable, tell me and we'll stop, okay?"
I nod, but I don't want him to go slow or to stop, my heart racing with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. Asher seems to sense this, pressing soft, reassuring kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. His tenderness makes my chest ache with emotion.
I know it's not my first time, but it may as well be since the actual first time was . . . not worth mentioning and definitely not even close to comparing to anything I've done with Asher.
He trails his hand down my body, caressing and exploring. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, looking to me for permission which makes me grin like an idiot, his head was just between my thighs, his face is still glistening with my cum and yet he still asks for permission.
I nod, biting my lip as his fingers delve into my slick folds.
He groans softly, his forehead resting against mine.
He coats his fingers with my juices, and I watch enraptured as he drags a thick hand over the head of his cock, a flush rising to my cheeks when I see my cum glistening on the head, coating him perfectly before holding my breath as he inches forward, the head of his cock resting teasingly against my opening.
"Wait, fuck, we need a condom." He pulls back and I almost whine from the direct loss of him before my brain catches up with what he'd said and I wave a hand to my bedside table, words completely foreign to me right now.
Asher must understand to some degree, because he reaches over my body, his perfect chest right over mine as he pulls the draw open and retrieves the fresh pack of condoms I may or may not have purchased in hopes this would happen.
"Extra-large?" He murmurs, trying and failing to keep the grin off his face, and I shrug, blushing for a whole new reason.
"I've been up close and personal with that thing," I whisper, "It's extra-large."
He laughs, dropping down to place a scorching kiss on my lips before settling back between my legs, with a condom in hand.
"Wait." I mutter and he does, pausing completely as I struggle to sit up. "I want to do it."
His brows raise just the slightest bit, but he hands me the condom and I rip it open, ignoring his eyes on me as I throw the packet somewhere on the floor and reach forward to roll the piece of rubber on, my hands only slightly shaky.
"Look at you, taking control."
I pull back, biting my lip before settling back on the mattress and finally looking into Ashers eyes.
They're molten, heavy-lidded and full of desire.
He doesn't say anything and for that I'm grateful, watching as he settles back between my thighs and plants the head of his dick against my entrance again, running it up and down my slick folds, the blunt touch of his cock against my clit causing wetness to flood between my legs.
"You're still so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "So perfect."
I gasp as he slowly enters me, my body stretching to accommodate him. There's a brief flash of discomfort, not pain but an ache from the stretch, but Asher stills, letting me adjust.
"You okay?" he asks softly, concern evident in his eyes.
I nod, breathing deeply. "Yes," I whisper. "Please, don't stop."
Asher begins to move, setting a slow, gentle rhythm. "You feel amazing," he breathes against my ear. "So tight, so warm. All mine"
His words send shivers down my spine. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious fullness that makes me moan with pleasure.
Asher's lips find mine again, our kisses growing more desperate, more passionate as our bodies move together in perfect synchronicity. He breaks away, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
Asher maintains his steady rhythm, his hips rolling against mine in a mesmerizing dance. His breath comes in hot pants against my neck as he whispers encouragement.
"You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You feel incredible. I don't think I'll ever get enough of this. Enough of you. You have no idea how long I've wanted this."
His words wash over me, stoking the fire building low in my belly. I arch my back, trying to take him even deeper. Asher groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine.
"That's it, baby," he praises. "Move with me. Find what feels good."
I experiment, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. When I find an angle that sends sparks shooting up my spine, I gasp, clutching at his shoulders but it disappears too quickly.
Asher's movements become more fluid, more confident as he reads my body's responses. He shifts slightly, angling his hips, and suddenly stars explode behind my eyelids as he that spot deep inside me again that makes me cry out.
"There?" he asks, a hint of smugness in his voice.
"Yes," I gasp. "Oh god, yes."
He maintains the angle, his thrusts becoming more purposeful. I'm lost in a haze of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. My hands roam his back, feeling the flex and play of his muscles as he moves above me.
"Hmm?" Asher asks, adjusting to hit that spot again and I gasp, drawing him closer but also wanting to push him back at the sensation.
I arch my back, pressing my breasts against his chest, craving more contact. Asher groans, thrusting deeper.
"That's it, baby," he encourages. "Let yourself feel everything."
I whimper, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Asher slows his movements, gazing into my eyes with such tenderness it makes my heart ache.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly. "We can stop if it's too much."
I shake my head vehemently. "No, please don't stop," I plead, tightening my legs around him. "It's perfect. You're perfect."
Asher smiles, a mix of relief and desire in his eyes. He resumes his movements, gradually building back up to that delicious rhythm. His hands explore my body reverently, caressing my breasts, my hips, my thighs. Every touch sends jolts of pleasure through me.
"You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice husky with passion. "Taking me so beautifully. Does it feel good?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching into him. "So good. I never knew it could feel like this."
He chuckles softly, nipping at my earlobe. "We're just getting started, Ivy. I'm going to make you feel incredible," Asher promises, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
He shifts his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot deep inside me with each thrust. I cry out, pleasure building to almost unbearable levels. Asher's movements become more urgent, more intense. I can feel the tension in his muscles, the barely restrained power as he drives into me.
"That's it," he encourages, his breath hot against my ear. "Let go for me, baby. I want to feel you come around me."
His words push me closer to the edge. I'm trembling, every nerve ending on fire. Asher slips a hand between our bodies, his fingers finding my most sensitive spot. He rubs in tight circles, perfectly in sync with his thrusts.
"Oh god," I gasp, my body tensing as waves of pleasure crash over me. "Asher, I'm... I'm..."
"That's it, Ivy, baby," he encourages, his movements never faltering. "Come for me. Let me feel you."
The coiled tension inside me snaps, and I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. My body shudders and clenches around Asher, waves of ecstasy pulsing through every nerve. He holds me close, whispering words of praise and adoration as he guides me through the intense sensations.
As I start to come down from my high, Asher's thrusts become more erratic. His breathing grows ragged, and I can feel the trembling in his muscles. I run my hands down his back, urging him on.
"Let go," I whisper, looking into his eyes, my hands wandering over his body, needing and wanting to touch him everywhere.
He does, his orgasm crashing through him as his hip's spasm, slowing down as he continues to pump into me until he crashes down on me, his arms wrapping around my body and twisting us so I'm on his chest and he's laying out on my bed.
He smiles lazily, his eyes sweeping over my body as his hands swoop down my back and up again.
"You don't even realise how much power you have over me, do you?"
I grin, lifting a hand to trace the bridge of his nose and down to his lips, basking in everything that is Asher Hudson.