“I’ll be using these on you one day soon.”
“Or maybe I’ll use them on you.” I grin and his brows hitch.
“Uhhh, or maybe not.”
I push up on my elbows, turning to look at him over my shoulder. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me Asher Scott is afraid of a little toy?”
He chuckles, pointing down to the drawer. “That thing isnotfucking little.”
I giggle and he playfully slaps my arse, wringing a moan out of me.
“Now, are you ready?” He pops the lid on the lube and starts squeezing it over his dick, and I watch him slick it up, running his hands up and down his shaft.
Jesus, nothing is hotter than the sight of him right now.
“Yes,” I breathe, practically frothing at the mouth to have that veiny muscle inside me. Stretching me.
Giving his magnificent dick a few more lubed pumps, he shifts his gaze to my arse, his eyes wide with anticipation.
“Spread those legs wide.” He taps my foot with his and I shift on the bed, parting them wider before lube starts running through my cheeks as he douses me with the slippery substance.
The moment he presses his fingers to my back passage, I close my eyes, my pussy clenching with need as he circles it a few teasing times before slowly sinking two in.
“You want me to fill this hole, Lily?”
“Yes,” I moan, pressing back, wanting his fingers deeper.
“We’ll go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He growls like he’s trying to hold himself back, and I crack a lid to find his reflection in the mirror again.
His eyes are trained on my arse, watching the way his fingers move in and out.
“You’re so fucking hot, Lily. Your body, your mind. Just… you.” He bites his lip for a moment as he adds a third finger, and I try to open myself up more, wanting this to go smoothly. I want this with him. I wanteverythingwith him.
The stretch of his three fingers sends heat rushing over my skin, and a whimper escapes me as I grind my hips forward into the side of the mattress, seeking friction.
Asher takes that moment to ease his fingers free, parting my cheeks wide.
“Fuck, Lily. Your open arse is so fucking beautiful.”
“Fill me,” I breathe, my voice needy and husky.
Asher chuckles. “Oh, I will. But first.” He grips my legs and flips me over so I’m facing him again, and he looms over me like a fucking god. “I want to see your face when I slide inside.”
I frown, confused. Is he going to fuck my arse or not?
My unspoken question is answered in the next second when the hard tip of his cock nudges my partially stretched hole.
“So… missionary anal? That’s a thing?” I ask, feeling a little stupid that a woman my age doesn’t know, but he doesn’t make me feel bad, his lopsided grin nothing but wicked.
“It is. I’ve been researching. This is meant to be good for beginners.” He pushes forward, presses his cock in until I feel it stretching my back entrance.
That’s when a lick of pain hits me, and I tense.
“Rub your clit,” he orders. “The more relaxed you are, the easier this will be for you.”
I feel my cheeks heat again. I’m not sure why I keep fucking blushing, because I’m not embarrassed. Not the way I would’ve been with other partners, or Alex.
Sliding my hand down my front, I do as Asher asks and rub the sensitive bud. Instantly, my tense limbs relax, my body softening to accept him.
