Chapter 40 Ella #2
I shift back onto my elbows with my legs still together, then I spread them open, slowly, my ankles and calves elevated in my heels.
“Good girl,” Asher growls with approval.
He crawls across the bed to me until he’s kneeling over my spread form.
“Look at this dripping cunt, so ready for me,” he says, slipping a finger inside me. He moves his finger in and out before slipping in a second. “Have you been soaked all night as you teased me, dancing with me, rubbing your ass along my cock?”
“Yes.”
He bends down and runs his tongue along my slit, then sucks on my clit. A groan escapes me.
“Mmm, delicious. But I think I already had you like this, this morning in the shower.”
He sits up and pulls his fingers out of me, and I almost whimper at the loss of his touch. He moves past me and lies at the head of the bed. He crooks his finger in a “come here” motion. I crawl to him, and he pulls me on him to straddle his hips. Then he pulls me farther up his body.
“Grab the headboard.”
I do as he says.
“Now sit on my face.”
Oh, god. I’ve never done this before. I hesitate.
“Will I hurt you?” I bite my lip with worry. “What if you can’t breathe?”
He laughs. “Then I’ll die in the best fucking way possible. Now put that cunt on my face and let me taste you, baby.”
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head at hearing him call me baby.
Why is that such a fucking turn on coming from his lips?
That one word chases the last of my reservations away, and I shimmy up until my core is hovering above Asher’s face.
He smiles wickedly up at me then puts his hands possessively on my hips and lowers me down onto him.
His tongue pushes inside me, and one of his hands reaches across to tease my clit.
I can’t help but move my hips, desperate for friction.
And together, with his talented tongue and my rolling hips, we find a perfect rhythm, and I’m soon lost to it.
Holy fucking god, I don’t know if anything has ever felt so good in my life.
Asher’s groans beneath me only make it better.
Too soon, I’m climbing, and so close. I pick up my pace, needing more, more, more.
“Oh god, Asher.” I can’t stop the little breaths and moans that pass my lips.
It’s all too much, too perfect. He presses harder into my clit and his other arm wraps even tighter around my hips and pulls me against him.
The pressure of it all sends me soaring as my orgasm tears through me.
I throw my head back and ride out the wave as Asher laps me up, grunting and growling in approval.
When I finish, I scoot back, and slump down straddled over his hips.
I lean forward and rest my hands on his chest, my breaths ragged.
My hair falls around us in a curtain, and I can’t even try to move for a second.
My mind is fuzzy as my world explodes into new colors I’ve never experienced before.
I’ve been missing out on that all this time?
I open my eyes and see Asher smirking at me.
“You like that?”
“That may be my new favorite thing,” I gasp.
Asher chuckles and rolls sideways. I give a small yelp as I’m tipped off him. I roll onto my back, and now he sits above me, trapping me in between his arms as he looks down at me.
“I think we can arrange for plenty of repeats of your new favorite thing. Would you like that, Ms. Hale?”
“God, yes.”
He lowers himself, and his lips are mine.
I can taste myself on his mouth, and that only turns me on more.
Soon, we lose ourselves and kiss like it’s our last time.
Like there is no such thing as enough. He kisses down my neck and chest until he finds my breasts again.
He sucks on one and teases the other, then switches.
I throw my head back and thread my fingers through his hair as I revel in the feel of his mouth on my breasts and how he teases my nipples.
His cock presses against my center, and I can’t take the barrier between us anymore.
I rake my nails down his spine, but lift them before they reach the scars on his lower back.
He still hasn’t told me what they’re from, but I know from the way he tensed when I touched them before that they are more than physical scars.
And tonight is not about that, tonight is about us.
I skip over his lower back and glide my hands down until they reach his ass, then I pull on his briefs.
I slide them down his hips, and he kicks them off.
Now there is nothing between us. And nothing has ever felt so right.
Asher lifts up and lines his cock up with my entrance.
“You ready, baby?” he asks.
“Do you have a condom?”
“I do, but I don’t want to use it.”
I tilt my head in question. “Aren’t you . . . worried?”
He shakes his head. “I have proof in our contract that we’re both clean, with both of our last screenings. And you’re on the pill.”
“I’ve always used a condom. Even with the pill.”
“I can put it on if you prefer. I’ve always used one as well. But . . . I want to feel you. I don’t want anything between us. I don’t know why the thought bothers me so much, but it does.”
“And if something went wrong? Unexpected pregnancies happen on the pill sometimes. It’s rare, but it’s still a possibility.”
He licks his tongue over his lips. “I don’t want that to happen, obviously, and I wouldn’t want to make you feel trapped into anything.
But, if it did, you know I would take care of you.
And . . . the baby. If that’s the risk I take to come inside you, then that’s the risk I take.
I want inside of you, and I want to feel all of you.
And now that you’ve told me that no man has truly come inside you, I want to be the first. I want to fill you with my cum.
I want to watch it drip out of you, knowing only I’ve been truly inside you. ”
Holy shit. My head spins. I don’t even know what to say, but I know I don’t need to speak. Asher’s words feel so right; there’s nothing more to say.
I open my legs wider and tilt my hips up to him.
He runs his hand over my wetness and then spreads that wetness around his cock, fisting himself as he does it.
His eyes meet mine, and I wrap my hand around his cock, guiding it forward.
Our eyes stay locked as he slowly pushes inside of me.
I gasp out a breath at the feel of him, not sure if he’s going to fit.
“Fuck, Ella,” he hisses. “You’re so tight.”
Our foreheads press together as he finishes sliding inside me, and we stay still like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating inches from one another.
It takes me a moment to adjust to his size. I’ve never been with someone as big as Asher. But even with him just seated inside me, not moving, it feels perfect. Right. Like a missing puzzle piece locked into place.
He pulls almost all the way out and slides in again. Fucking hell. I almost shiver.
He begins to move, slowly at first, and I groan in pleasure. I move with him, and soon we’re working in perfect sync, going faster, harder. He’s deep inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. I lose myself for a moment, so caught up in the feel of him inside me.
We’re both panting and sweating as he grabs my legs and wraps them around the back of his neck, angling me upward. I start to climb again. I’m already so close.
“I’ve pictured these heels wrapped around my neck all night,” he growls, gripping my hips under his strong hands.
He slams into me now, and I fist my hands into the sheets, holding on as he sets a punishing pace.
“I could watch your tits bounce as I fuck you all day, every goddamn day.”
“Yes, baby. Oh, god, yes.”
I could fuck him all day, every goddamn day, too.
The slapping of our skin, the catching of our breaths, the moans of pleasure all become my new favorite soundtrack.
It’s like all the other times I’ve had sex, and the other men I’ve been with are nothing but distant memories.
Nothing but inconsequential pieces of the road that led me here—to Asher.
“I’m close, Asher. So close!”
“Look at me,” he demands. “I want to watch your eyes as you come on my cock. As I come inside you.”
Our eyes meet again, and he continues to slam into me. He hits that perfect spot one, two, three more times, and I explode.
“Asher!” I cry out as I come.
His pupils dilate as he watches me come, and his eyes are nearly all black as they burn with satisfaction. He pounds into me once more before coming with me.
“Ella!” he shouts. “Fuck, fuck!”
We ride out the last waves of pleasure, chests heaving, and he lowers himself down onto his elbows. My legs slide down from behind his neck, and I wrap them around his back. He lies on top of me, but hovers enough to not crush me, and leans his forehead down onto mine again.
“That was . . .” I pant.
“Yes,” he agrees.
Our eyes meet again, and something clicks into place between us. I’m terrified of what it means, but at the same time, now that I feel whatever this is, I don’t how I’ve lived my whole life without it. I don’t dare speak a word of it—afraid to break the spell.
“I know, baby. I know,” Asher repeats his earlier words.
Whatever this is, I’m not alone in it.
Asher kisses me gently, reverently, as the axis of my world tilts irrevocably.