34. Sutton
Sutton
My inhale was loud as he stared at the wet spot on my underwear. This man could look at me and I’d get wet. Seriously, we weren’t short on sex over the last few weeks but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t get enough. I’d never been sex crazed like this before. I wanted him constantly.
“Have I mentioned how spot on I was with your nickname?” he asked as he slid my underwear down my legs, leaving them around my ankles. “So sweet.” His tongue darted out as he licked. I opened my legs to give him better access.
The man knew how to use his tongue and when his mouth was on me, I had a hard time forming coherent sentences.
Another lick as his fingers danced up my thighs, slowly, deliberately.
His tongue went to my entrance.
I tried to resist wiggling. All I wanted was more.
More pressure.
More of him.
“Quiet up there, sweetheart? That’s my job.” He gave me a wicked grin.
“It’s hard to think when you—” I gasped as one of his fingers plunged into me. His thumb went to my clit, tapping out a pattern while his finger moved in and out. “Feels so good,” I muttered.
My head dropped back as I rocked a little, trying to pull him in deeper.
He must have realized I needed more because the next time he added a second finger.
The pressure in my lower belly intensified, my breath picking up.
“I fucking love this sound,” Asher muttered as the sound of my arousal and his fingers moving filled the air.
“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“Your wish is my command, baby.” His thumb applied more pressure. It was just what I needed to send me over the edge.
My orgasm crashed down on me. Asher’s fingers didn’t stop as I sagged against the back of the couch, a little impressed I was still holding myself up.
I opened my eyes. Asher was looking up at me with a smug expression on his face as he put the two fingers that had been inside me into his mouth. As he licked them clean, I was worried I was panting from the sight. I could see the hard bulge in his pants.
Even though I’d just come, I was ready for more. I always was with him. I pulled him up off the floor, and then his lips were on mine, meeting me as I put my hand behind his head and pulled him closer.
“Like the taste of your cum on my lips, Sutton?” he muttered against my mouth.
“Just like you.”
“Fuck, I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.” His hands were tangled in my hair as he cradled my face gently. “I want to see you bent over this couch.”
“I thought I could taste you this time.” I reached between us and grabbed his hard cock through his underwear, his whole body tense.
“I want that so much, but I might die if I don’t get inside you.”
“Sounding a little needy there, Grizzly.”
“For you.” He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. He pushed me down, my ass in the air as I bent over the couch. “You can have me in your mouth another day.”
“Okay, because I want to swallow everything you can give me.” I looked at him over my shoulder, watching as he took off his boxers.
Even though I’d seen it a lot now, his cock still impressed me. It was long, thick, and veined, already dripping at the tip for me.
“Are you trying to make me finish?”
I smiled at him sheepishly. In all my previous relationships I’d never felt like I could ask for what I needed, but with Ash there was safety. I knew he’d never judge and would meet me where I needed him to.
“I’m going to make you come on my cock now, pretty girl. But I’m not going to finish because I don’t have a condom. I’m clean but if you’re not comfortable with that, I will sprint upstairs right now.”
“Do you think you can make me come before you do?”
His eyes darkened at the question. “I love a challenge.” He reached out, wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled a little, getting a moan out of me. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Make sure you tell me if it’s too hard.” He tugged again on my hair.
Before I could respond his free hand landed a light slap on my ass before his cock drove into me.
He paused a moment once he was fully in. I tried to move but he held me by the hip.
“Please, Ash.” I was already so sensitive. He’d learned quickly that after I came once, the second could happen pretty quickly too. At least with his attention.
I moaned as he grunted, slamming into me from behind. He went in and out, in and out, the sound of our slapping skin filling my head as he yanked on my hair. It was the right amount of aggressiveness, causing more pleasure than pain.
He was pounding into me harder now. I was using my forearms to keep myself upright even though my legs were starting to feel like jelly and the couch shifted under us a little.
“Asher.” I panted out his name, moaning again.
“So fucking pretty like this,” he grunted out. “I love seeing my cock enter your pussy like this. You take me so perfectly. Like you were made to take me.” Another yank. “One day I’m going to come in this pretty ass.”
“I’m close.”
“Touch yourself, Sutton.”
I shifted my weight so I could move my right hand to my clit. Pressure was building and my touch sent a flutter through my walls. Asher felt it, my pussy trying to keep him inside each time he pulled back.
“I’m going to come,” I moaned, sweat dripping between my boobs. One more circle of my clit sent me over the edge.
Before I had even hit my climax, he was gone. His hand met mine and he kept circling as I rode out my orgasm.
I slumped down, Asher’s arms coming around me. Before I could recover, he lifted me up over his shoulder.
“Asher,” I gasped as I laughed and he carried me toward the stairs.
“I’m so close, Sutton. I need to come but I’m not doing it anywhere else other than your pussy. Thought about painting your chest with my cum but that didn’t feel satisfying enough for tonight.”
“I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life.” I sighed in satisfaction as he gently put me down.
“Is your head okay?” His hands moved to the back of my head, giving me a little massage.
“Is yours?” I smirked, looking down at his cock.
“No.”
“Let’s see if I can fix that.” I pulled away from him, grabbing a condom from his bedside table. I used my teeth to rip the package open. His amber eyes were dark, watching me.
“I’m so obsessed with you.” His voice was rough as he watched me roll the condom on him. Even though I’d gotten on birth control last week, I still liked that he didn’t question the condom. The second it was on he pushed me back on the bed, moving on top of me.
“Quick and rough?”
“Are you sure?”
I could see him hardly holding back.
“Fuck me, Asher, I want to feel you come.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, and I was already dripping wet from my previous two orgasms so he slipped in easily. He started driving into me, the headboard bouncing against the wall as he did. My hands wrapped around him, digging into his back as he hammered home.
“I’m so close, Sutton.”
The building started again. I shifted my hips in time with his.
“I love you.” I grasped at his back.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you.” There was emotion in his voice, his accent thick.
And that was all it took. I had my third orgasm of the night as I felt him come, his head dropping back.
The man was fucking stunning when he came.
We both kept rocking until our orgasms subsided.
He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting.
“Are you okay?” I asked when our breathing slowed down.
“Every time we finish I think, this could be it. Or I might already be dead because you are my version of heaven.”
“Don’t talk like that.” I pushed his shoulder and he pulled out, rolling to the side as I sat up. “You have me and Sophie now, you can’t go anywhere. I have abandonment issues, remember?”
His eyes softened as he tucked a piece of my hair back behind my ear before his thumb brushed along my cheek. “I promise I’m not going anywhere. I just found you. We haven’t had nearly enough time.”
I was about to say something profound back but my stomach growled. Aggressively.
We made eye contact and then both started laughing. “Stay here. I’m going to clean us up so I can feed you.”
Twenty minutes later we were eating peanut butter and honey sandwiches at the counter, me in his shirt, him in his boxers. Asher hadn’t eaten before I’d gotten home, planning to make us pasta, but we were both too hungry to wait.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked between bites.
“You can always ask me anything.”
“Why do you never say goodbye?”
“I don’t like talking, especially on the phone.”
“I know, but it feels like more than that.”
He took a sip of his water and then turned to look at me.
“Not sure, really. I know that when I went to school the day my mum died, I said goodbye and she didn’t come back.
I guess it feels like if I don’t say goodbye then people have to come back.
” I reached out and rested my hand on his shoulder, offering my support.
“I know it’s not logical. But I stopped saying goodbye after that day.
People write it off and yeah, with people I give zero shits about it’s just bad manners, but with the people I care about…
” He shrugged, letting his explanation trail off.
“Would you like it if I stopped saying goodbye to you?”
He froze, his eyes finding mine. “What?”
“Well, if it makes you feel that way, I could stop so you know I’m always going to come back, at least with everything in my power.”
“How do you just understand me?” There was wonder in his voice and it made me smile.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“I love you,” he said, his voice thick as he reached out, his hand resting on my cheek. I turned my head and kissed his palm.
“Love you back.”
He glanced at the clock over the stove before looking back at me. “Finish your sandwich. I want to have you at least one more time and if Sophie wakes up it’s going to be in the next hour.”
In the quiet of the kitchen with this gentle man who cared about my daughter just as much as I did, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.