28. Asher #2
Rising, I pushed my lips onto hers as her arms looped behind my head. I deepened the kiss, thrilled that she was tasting herself on my mouth.
“Ash,” she mumbled against me as I started placing kisses down her neck. “I…want…more.” Her voice was breathy. “If you can.” Her eyes sparkled with the challenge.
“Don’t need to ask twice.” I hiked her up and she let out a little squeal. “A little more time with my head between your legs and I’ll be ready in no time.”
She let out a laugh. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Pfft.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t work out for nothing. You’re as light as a feather.”
“Wait, is that a puzzle on the table?” Her eyes were locked over my shoulder.
“Sutton, your dripping wet pussy is pressed against my stomach and that was enough to distract you?”
“Well, yeah. I didn’t know you did them. It’s kind of charming.” She pressed a kiss to my nose.
“I love puzzles. I was trying to calm my mind so I pulled it out but it wasn’t working. I don’t keep them around when Sophie’s here.”
“What—”
I pulled her in closer, earning a moan and cutting off whatever she was going to ask.
“You wanted more, Sutton, can’t do that while talking about puzzles.” I maneuvered us upstairs and away from the puzzle, her eyes still filled with lust. Thank fuck she hadn’t been too distracted.
She moved her hips into me as I walked, my cock already starting to harden. With how pent up I was for her, I knew I’d recover quickly from my early release. My door was partially closed, so I kicked it open and placed her down on the bed.
Panting, I memorized the look of her on my bed, cheeks flushed, freckles on display, looking like a perfect goddess I never could have even dreamed up.
She looked around and smiled. “I like the lamps.”
“Don’t give a shit about the lamps, baby. Not with you half-naked in front of me and the taste of you still on my tongue.”
She cleared her throat, looking me up and down. “Seems to me that we have an uneven amount of clothes on.”
Without any more prompting I had my shirt up and over my head and thrown across the room somewhere. My tattoos were on full display and her eyes moved over my chest to the ones she hadn’t seen before. Did I flex a little under her perusal? Yeah, I did.
“Your turn.”
Her shirt went next, leaving her in nothing but a pink bra. It didn’t match the underwear she’d had on but for some reason I fucking loved that.
When she lifted her eyebrow, I knew what she wanted. I slowly unbuckled my jeans, dropping them to the ground, my eyes never leaving hers. She pulled her plump bottom lip between her teeth as she watched me.
I fucking dreamed about those lips.
Not wanting to leave her waiting, I stepped out of my boxers, my cock springing free.
“Damn, how are you getting hard already? Your stamina is impressive.”
“You’re swearing a lot tonight,” I pointed out as I took a step toward her, some of my cum still on my dick. “Everything about you turns me on. I’m not surprised he’s ready for you again. Just your eyes on me can turn me on.”
“You’re bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.”
I smirked as I came to stand in front of her. “I’ll fit.” I reached down and stroked myself, her heavy gaze locked on me.
“Of course you will.”
Dropping to my knees, we were both quiet as I worked her up, giving myself some recovery time and making sure she was ready for me. I licked, sucked, and nipped to get her close to the edge.
“I want you inside of me, please.” The desperation in her voice did me in and I pulled away, my cock now fully hard. I stood and she sat up, focused on me.
Her hands reached out and I hissed as she touched me for the first time. “Careful, sweetheart. I’ve been pent-up for a while. I won’t last long and I’m not coming again tonight anywhere but inside you.”
Her hands still ghosted over my cock, working their way to my balls and then back as I took a deep breath, trying really fucking hard not to come from her touch.
“Do you have a condom?” She looked up at me, almost nervous about the question, but I didn’t flinch. She’d gotten pregnant accidentally and was then abandoned by the man that was supposed to be there for her.
“Bedside table on the left.”
I moaned as she turned and crawled away from me, her ass in the air. She knew just what she was doing as she arched her back, wiggling it a little before she grabbed a condom from the drawer.
She moved back in front of me, now on her knees. I watched closely as she ripped it open and rolled it down my length. I tensed at her slow teasing pace.
“You’re fine with this?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“It’s just I’m not on birth control since I haven’t had a reason to and I—”
I crashed my lips into hers, cutting her off. I guided her down until she was lying on the bed before I pulled back and hovered over her.
“No explanations here. You get to be who you are. Ask for what you want. Tell me what you need. No judgment. No pushback.”
Her face softened as she took a deep breath. “Thank you, Ash.”
I leaned forward and kissed her again. “You don’t have to thank me either.”
Before she could reply I reached around, undid her bra, and freed her tits. I’d caught glimpses of them before, but not like this.
“They’re—” she began.
My cutting look stopped her from saying anything else. “They’re fucking perfect.” I reached out and massaged them and she moaned. “Plump and just right for my hands.”
“Use me how you want, Asher.” Her hands moved to my shoulders and those words almost made me come again.
“Careful what you offer me, sweetheart.” My voice was husky as I reached between us and shoved two fingers back in her pussy, moving them in and out, thrilled to find she was still dripping.
“I don’t want your fingers,” she moaned, her hips arching into my hand.
“No? What do you want?”
“I want to feel you inside me, Ash. I want to know what that thick cock feels like.”
“I could never say no to you,” I grunted as I pulled my fingers out of her and then rolled us over, putting her on top of me. “I want you in control.”
“Hmm.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I like the view from up here.”