24 | The Most Beautiful Girl I've Ever Loved.
"You know, we're going to have to tell Leon, eventually, right?" Asher says, his hands on my hip, chin resting on top of them as we lay in my bed, the sky dark outside and the world silent.
"I know." I sigh, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I dread the conversation.
Hi, Leon, I'm dating your best friend and kind of have been messing around with him for the last three months.
Everything all dandy with that right? By the way I know you slept with Charlotte and Asher doesn't and I'm not going to tell him because I made a promise.
Aren't we just the picture-perfect family?
"Shotty not." A voice says from my desk, and I roll my eyes at Charlies grin while she looks between Asher and I, her face still tinged with discomfort but she's trying.
And I'm not helping.
I move Asher away from his perch on my stomach and sit up straighter while he pouts like a child, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, don't stop on my account," Charlie mutters, flipping a pen between her fingers.
"Why are you still here?" Asher grumbles, glaring at his sister but the action has no heat behind it.
"Because my best friend is here, why are you here?"
"Because I want to sleep with my girlfriend." Asher says with his signature smirk, and I smack his shoulder. He catches my hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckle.
"Argh, ew." Charlie lets out a full body shudder and glares back at him. "I did not need to know that."
"I said sleep." He says with a grin, tightening his grip on my hand when I go to pull away because I sense what he's about to say. "Not fuck."
"Asher." I snap quietly, feeling my cheeks flame to life. He only grins back like the cat that ate the canary, full of pride.
"What? My sister needs to know that she's encroaching on our time. And that I can't help it that I'm thinking of laying you out on this very bed-"
"Fine, fine, fine." Charlie interrupts. "I'm going." My bedroom door shuts with a soft click behind her, the sound of her footsteps rushing down the stairs following shortly after.
I flash a glare Asher's way. "Why did you do that?"
"So, I could do this."
He kisses me, climbing over my body, his knees resting on either side of my hip, hands moving to grab both my wrists and trap them in his grip.
"So, I can kiss my girlfriend." The way he says the word girlfriend has a rush of giddiness filling me. The grin on his face contagious. He says it so proudly. And then he does kiss me, again and again and again.
"You never asked me." I mumble as he lips leave mine for the slightest second. Asher looks down at me, his eyes sweeping over my face, tracing each dip of my features.
"This is me asking." he murmurs, leaning back down to deliver a scorching, slow kiss to my lips, dragging every one of my breaths with him as he pulls back. "Will you be my girlfriend."
I blush and curse myself for it but Asher grins at the redness, his eyes crinkling at the corners and I'm not ashamed of my blush around him anymore.
"Yes."
"Good, because I was thinking up ways, I could change your mind if you said no."
I grin at the twinkle in his eye. "Like what?"
"You really want to know?"
I nod, feeling heat take over my whole body. "Yes."
"Take off your clothes."
My stomach swoops and Asher releases my wrists, watching me as I lean up slightly, hooking a finger around my shirt to pull it up and over my head, flicking the shirt to the floor. Asher watches me with rapt attention, his eyes taking in every subtle movement I make.
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it drop to my lap before it joins my shirt on the floor.
Asher clears his throat, "lean back."
I do, the pillows cushioning around me, and Asher shifts back on the bed, his fingers skimming my waist to hook around my pajama pants, and he begins slowly dragging them down my legs, taking my panties with him until I'm completely naked before him.
I was completely bare before him and yet I had never felt more powerful, watching as Asher skims his gaze up my legs, pausing slightly when he looks between my legs before he's staring at the rest of me, his eyes coming to a pause on mine.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever loved."
I grin, feeling giddy. "Am I not the only girl you've ever loved?"
"You are beautiful. And the only girl I will ever love." he says, reverence in his tone. "And I'm going to show you that for the rest of our lives."
Asher's fingers trail along my body, leaving a tingling path in their wake. He starts at my collarbone, tracing its curve before sliding down between my breasts. His touch is feather-light, teasing. I shiver as he circles my navel, then traces the curve of my hip.
"Asher," I breathe, my skin on fire.
He smirks, continuing his maddening exploration. His fingers dance along my inner thighs, so close yet so far from where I want him. I arch my back, silently begging. Asher chuckles, a low rumble that sends heat straight to my core.
Finally, mercifully, he lowers his head. But instead of giving me what I crave, he presses soft kisses to my thighs, my hips, everywhere but there. His hot breath fans against me and I let out an embarrassing mewling sound.
Asher's lips trail upwards, leaving a blazing path along my skin.
He pauses at my breasts, his warm breath ghosting over my nipples.
They harden instantly, aching for his touch.
He flicks his tongue out, circling one peak torturously slow before taking it between his lips.
I gasp at the sensation as he sucks gently, his hand coming up to caress my other breast.
He lavishes attention on my sensitive flesh, alternating between soft licks and firmer suction.
His teeth graze my nipple, and I arch into him, threading my fingers through his hair.
Asher hums in approval, the vibration sending shivers through me.
He looks up at me through thick dark lashes, eyes twinkling with amusement.
After what feels like an eternity, he begins to move lower again.
His lips and tongue explore every inch of my torso, dipping into my navel before continuing their descent.
My thighs part instinctively as Asher settles between them.
He places soft kisses along my inner thighs, his stubble scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin.
I squirm beneath him, desperate for more.
"Patience," he murmurs, his warm breath teasing me.
Finally, Asher's tongue makes contact, drawing a long, slow lick through my folds. I gasp at the sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckles softly, the vibration sending sparks through me. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he continues his exploration.
He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention on my most sensitive spots. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer. Asher responds by redoubling his efforts, his tongue circling my clit before sucking gently. Pleasure builds within me, a
Asher's skilled tongue works its magic, building waves of pleasure that crash over me. He alternates between teasing licks and more focused attention, never quite giving me enough to push me over the edge. My fingers tighten in his hair as I writhe beneath him, chasing release.
"Asher, please," I whimper, my hips rocking against his mouth.
He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," he murmurs, before diving back in.
The tension coils tighter and tighter within me as Asher brings me to the precipice again and again, only to back off at the last moment. My skin is flushed and damp with sweat, my breathing ragged.
"You're doing this on purpose." I try to snap but the words just come out wanton, breathy and needy.
He grins, but doesn't reply, going back to pleasuring me with his lips and tongue.
"God, Asher, Please-"
Just when I think I can't take anymore, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them in a come-hither motion as his tongue flicks against my clit, sucking greedily.
Asher's fingers and tongue work in perfect harmony, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His fingers curl and thrust as his tongue swirls and flicks, building the tension higher and higher. I'm trembling, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
"Let go," Asher murmurs against my sensitive flesh. "I've got you."
With those words, I shatter. My back arches off the bed as intense pleasure washes over me. Asher doesn't let up, working me through my release, drawing out every last tremor and gasp.
As the aftershocks subside, I reach for him, dragging him up my body. Our lips crash together in a heated kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, tangy and intoxicating.
"I need more," I breathe against his lips. "I want you, Asher. I want to feel you inside me."
Asher pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Are you sure?" he asks softly, his thumb caressing my cheek. "We don't have to rush anything."
I reach up, cupping his face in my hands. "I've never been surer of anything," I say, my voice steady and clear. "I want you, Asher. All of you."
A slow smile spreads across his face, his eyes darkening with passion. He leans down, capturing my lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His tongue explores my mouth as his hands roam my body, igniting sparks wherever they touch. I moan into the kiss, arching against him.
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, down my neck. I gasp as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, sucking and lavishing attention on it before he moves back to my lips.
"You're sure." He doesn't seem to really be asking, more like he's trying to convince himself that this is happening.
I nod, slipping my fingers into his thick hair, pulling his face to mine.
"I'm sure." I whisper, delivering a kiss to his lips. "I want to have this with you, I want you to show me."
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.
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. So tight, so perfect for me."
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.
"There?" Asher asks, adjusting to hit that spot again and I gasp, drawing hi 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, baby?"
"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 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 undone."
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, 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.
"I knew you'd be perfect for me, knew it from the moment I met 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.