5 Scarlett #4
“Come for me Red.” He begs and I do just that. I explode around his fingers and moan his name on my lips.
He reaches around taking his shirt off and then sits me up to pull my dress off.
He kisses me again fiercely and then kisses his way down my body.
His tongue find my pussy and I cry out with pleasure.
He wraps his hands around my thighs and buries his head between my legs, and he licks and sucks on my clit.
I’m so sensitive that I feel like I am going to come again.
The things the man can do with his tongue should be considered lethal.
I grab the back of his head and push him right where I need him to be as I find my second release.
He climbs up the bed and kisses me again and I taste myself on his lips.
I want to touch him but I’m nervous. I have never done anything before tonight and what if I do it wrong?
I reach down to stroke his cock. He places his hand over mine and helps guide me.
He continues to kiss me as I get the hang of jerking his cock.
His cock is thick and long. I can wrap both my hands around it.
I push him down on the bed and slowly lower myself down to him.
“Scarlett, you don’t have to do that... oh yes” he says just as I place my lips around the head of his cock.
I lick up and down the shaft of his cock the go back to sucking and jerking it and find a rhythm that I can tell feels good for him because he is moaning and grabbing my head.
I can taste the sweetness of him on my tongue.
“You need to stop now or I’m going to come in that sexy mouth of yours.” He says as he pulls me to him and kisses me hard.
“I want you to come. Cum for me Asher. Please.” I beg.
He does just that and I can taste him in the back of my throat.
His release is hot and salty, nothing like the sweetness I first tasted.
It takes me swallowing twice to get it all.
He pulls me up to him and brings his mouth down to my breast.
He slowly swirls his tongue around the nipple, while I can feel his other hand gently massage the other.
He moves his mouth back and forth between the two and God it feels so good.
I can feel the pleasure building between my legs again.
I reach down and stroke his cock while he continues to toy with my breasts.
“I need to be inside you, God Red you taste so fucking good.” He whispers in my ear.
“Please Asher, I want you. More than I have ever wanted anything else.” I should feel embarrassed that I feel this way only after a couple days, but this man makes me feel alive, safe he makes me feel everything I never thought I could have.
“It’s going to sting at first” He says as he grabs a condom and slowly enters me in a quick hard thrust.
He gives it a second and then slowly starts moving.
It hurts a little at first but then the pain subsides and it feels really fucking good.
I start to grind my hips to meet his and together we pick up the pace.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he fucks me hard and fast.
I come for a third time and feel like all the life has been sucked out of me. I don’t know how many more I can take.
Three. He made me come three more times before carrying me into the shower and washing me gently.
That led him to turning me around and taking me in the shower and making me come.
When we finish in the shower, I wrap myself in Asher’s oversized black t-shirt while he grabs a towel and quickly dries off.
I head toward the closet to grab a pair of shorts, but when I walk back into the bedroom, I find him stripping the sheets off the bed. Heat instantly floods my cheeks.
“I’m gonna go throw these in the washer and grab a pair of sweats,” he says casually like my entire world didn’t just get turned upside down tonight.
He walks over, cups my face gently in his hands, and kisses me softly.
Then he presses another kiss against my forehead before heading toward the door.
“I’ll be right back.”
The second he leaves; I grab a new set of sheets from the closet and put them on the bed.
I then grab the shirt he had on earlier from the club and throw it on.
I inhale the scent of him, and it makes me smile.
Nothing about tonight feels real. Five minutes later, the bedroom door opens again.
Asher comes in wearing a pair of gray sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips.
He kneels in front of me and gently touches my face before pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“I swear, Red,” he murmurs quietly into my hair, “as long as I’m here, nobody is ever going to hurt you again.”
My chest aches painfully at the promise, part of me wants to smile, to melt into him and believe every word, to let myself feel cherished and protected for the first time in years.
But another part of me feels something else entirely.
Sadness, because deep down, I know this can’t last forever.
At some point the assignment will end, the investigation will be over.
And when it is…
Asher Knight will leave and that thought hurts far more than it should. He climbs into bed and pulls me against him. My head rests on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek does something dangerous to me. It makes me feel safe and that thought alone scares me of getting hurt.