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“Cup them in your hands,” he whispered, shoving his cock in as far as he could and holding it. The flared head throbbed against her throat. Elizabeth struggled to breathe through her nose as her aching jaws stretched further. She cupped both breasts in her hands, shivering at the darts of fire that raced down her spine.
“Roll and pinch your nipples between your fingers.”
She did, lightly at first, but as his cock picked up the pace and his breath came short and hard, it wasn’t enough.
“God, you look gorgeous,” Asa murmured, burying his fingers in her hair, holding her head still for the rampant pillaging of his cock.
Nerve endings in her breasts seemed directly connected to the area throbbing between her legs. The harder she pinched, the better it felt. Soon, she was tugging and squeezing as hard as she could as his cock wildly pounded her throat. His hands in her hair pulled her face harder into the thrust of his hips. The sensation was both torment and pleasure. On the last thrust, his cock popped through the resistance of her throat, sliding deep. There was nothing she could do to prevent it. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t resist. All she could do was relax her throat and try to take it all as, suddenly, his cock throbbed and then spurted. Again and again. She swallowed all of his creamy essence, unable to get enough of his uniquely masculine flavor. Finally, after an eternity, he pulled back until he only filled her mouth. She sucked deep breaths through her nose. His hands dipped to her breasts. His fingers replaced hers. Another silky spurt of fluid coated her tongue as he started working her nipples.
“That’s right, darlin’,” he encouraged as she swallowed. “Take it all.” His shin pushed between her legs, pressing against her straining clit as he started milking her breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples, before drawing them out, only to release them and quickly start over. “Lord, you’re beautiful.”
She suckled his cock harder, loving his taste and the fact that she could put that desperate tone in his voice as she rode his leg. She was close. So close.
“C’mon, darlin,’ go with it,” he whispered above her. “Let go.”
And suddenly, she was flying. Without wings, without care, just riding a maelstrom that consisted of nothing but Asa’s hoarse encouragement and her own spiraling climax.
When it was over, when she found her balance again, she found herself staring into Asa’s strained face. With a last groan, he slid free of her mouth. Falling to his knees in front of her, he cupped her cheeks in his big callused hands and rested his forehead against hers. “Elizabeth, darlin’, you are somethin’.” His labored breath fanned her heated cheeks. “And I am one lucky man.”
She wouldn’t—couldn’t meet his eyes. “I did it right?”
“You smoked the soles off my boots.”
For some reason, his praise made her feel self-conscious.
“Now you’re shy?” he asked disbelievingly.
He smoothed a stray smear of come from the corner of her mouth. “You have your wicked way with me, and then you won’t look me in the eye?”
She swallowed and sighed. “That’s about it.”
She wrapped his hand in hers and rolled her forehead against his. “You going to hold it against me?”
His laugh, as he got to his feet and held his hand down to her, was unsteady. “Not in this lifetime.”
Placing her hand in his and rising to her feet, she smiled. “Nice to see you’re thinking long-term.”
He stepped out of the remains of his clothes and swung her up in his arms, “What makes you think there was a time when I didn’t?”
She didn’t have an answer, and from the way his mouth ravaged hers, she didn’t think he was expecting one.
He stopped beside the bed. His hand slipped from beneath her legs. She tightened her grip on his neck, holding his gaze with hers as her thighs slid down his. Her skirt rode up with her descent. As she twisted to free the bulk, he bent over, letting her feet touch the ground. Her skirts slid back into place. His hands caught hers, releasing first one and then the other from his neck and holding them against his shoulders. He didn’t move then, just stared at her, the silver of his eyes darkening to pewter. Anticipation shivered down her spine. Things were always wild when Asa got that hard, intent look on his face.
His smile started out slow, a wicked lift to the corners as he kissed her palms and released her hands.
“Undress for me.”
His drawl was low and deep, temptation itself. She took a step back. His eyes never left her as she reached for her buttons. She paced herself. One button for every two of his breaths. By the time she had her blouse open all the way to the waist, his breath was coming twice as fast, and she had to rethink her plan. She settled for just letting it slide off her shoulders, no particular rhythm, just let it slide. He stopped breathing altogether. She toyed with the lacy strap on her camisole. Asa’s breath whooshed out on a sigh as she dropped it to her elbow. She slid her arm free, and then let her fingers meander to the other side.
