Chapter 20 Ella #2
“Ella, if we don’t slow down, I’m not going to be able to stop,” he says, between panting breaths.
“Why do we have to stop?” I ask, because logic and reason fled my brain about five minutes ago, and I don’t see them reappearing any time soon.
He pulls away a little more and looks down at me. “I don’t want this to end up hurting either of us. It kills me to say this, but I still don’t think we should have sex.”
“You want to stop?”
“No. I don’t want to fucking stop,” he says through a groan.
“I want to fuck you a thousand ways until you can’t do anything but scream my name.
” He leans his forehead down onto mine. “But I worry what will happen if we do. But—I’m also not ready to be done.
Can we . . . can we give each other some .
. . release tonight? Just tonight? And then leave it at that? ”
He pulls away slightly to look me in the eyes. His face is torn, almost sad and worried. Vulnerable.
“Of course.”
He lets out a breath of relief, and his eyes roll back into his head. “Thank god.”
Without another word, he rips my sweatpants off of me, and those also go flying through the room. His hands slide up my inner thighs, gripping, teasing, and he bends down and runs the tip of his nose along my center, over my panties.
He sits up on his knees and gently places his fingers under the elastic band at my waist. “Look at me, Ella,” he commands as he begins to slide my panties down my hips.
His brows are raised in silent request. I answer by lifting my hips.
He keeps his eyes glued to mine as he slides them all the way off.
And then they make their own flight path through the room.
I lie bare beneath him, but the way his eyes drink me in, the way he breathes deeper now, the way his Adam’s apple moves when he swallows hard again, his tongue running over his lips, makes me feel anything but self-conscious.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers this time.
His hands run up my thighs again until he reaches my center. His finger brushes against my clit, making my hips buck.
“Is this what you want, Ella? Release?”
“Yes. Please, yes.” I’m so wound up it feels like I’ll die if I don’t get it.
He chuckles as he lowers himself back down onto his elbows. “Then hold on.”
Hold on, I do. My hands are in his hair as his mouth lowers to my core. His tongue slides along my center, over my clit, and then he sucks on it. I moan, unable to stop myself. He pushes my legs apart, opening me more to him, before he presses his mouth to my entrance and slips his tongue inside.
“Fuck,” he groans against my pussy. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” I say, almost panting.
“Too many times.”
His tongue practically attacks my pussy, and in no time, I’m a panting mess. His movements are a masterclass of perfection—and damn, the man knows what the fuck he’s doing.
When I’m getting closer, he pulls his face away and moves his mouth back up to my clit as he slides a finger inside me.
He continues his perfect assault on my pussy, adding another finger, and nibbling and sucking on my clit.
I’m a molten mess beneath him, holding onto his head, my fingers still threaded through his hair, as my hips move of their own accord, riding his mouth and fingers in perfect rhythm.
“Fuck, Asher,” I groan.
His mouth stills for a second.
“Don’t stop,” I say, breathless.
“Say it again,” he growls.
“What?” My mind is a swirling mess of desire, and I don’t understand what he’s saying.
“Say it again like that. My name.”
I look down at him, at his face hovering an inch above my pussy, his chin slick with my arousal, his blue eyes tearing through all my defenses, straight into me. I take another panting breath. “I’ll say it again when you start again.”
His mouth pulls into what is becoming my favorite wicked smile, and then he drops his head, and his mouth is back on me. He doubles down this time, and within seconds, pressure builds in my core, and I’m on the brink.
“Fuck. Fuck yes, Asher,” I hiss.
My hips move harder, faster, and he growls with approval and increases his intensity to yet another level.
And then my orgasm explodes, tearing through me in waves of ecstasy.
Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my grip on his hair is so tight it must be painful.
His fingers stay inside me, moving with me as I ride my way through my orgasm, panting and gasping.
“Oh my god. Asher,” I gasp one last time as my orgasm starts to fade. I open my eyes and release his head, and he sits up. He sits back on his heels and slides his fingers out of me. He gives me another wicked smirk as he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.
“Delicious,” he purrs to himself.
He crawls up over me and leans down, crushing his lips to mine, and I can taste myself on him.
He kisses me like a dying man, and I reciprocate in kind.
If tonight is our only night. If this is a boundary he doesn’t want to cross again, then I want to make the most of it.
I’ll take whatever he’ll give me, if only for one night.
When we finally break away from kissing, I roll my body to flip us over, and then I’m on top, straddling him.
“My turn,” I say, slipping my hands into the waistband of his briefs. I pull them down, and his cock springs free, hard and waiting. I toss the last piece of our clothing aside, and now there’s nothing between us.
I look over the perfection that is his body and swallow hard. Fuck, I wasn’t wrong. He’s huge. I lick my lips, but bring my eyes back up to his.
“Are you ready, Mr. Langford?” I tease.
“Fuck yes,” he growls.
“Then hold on.”