“Mmm, I thought you might be ready for round two.”
I tossed her onto the bed, spread her legs, and sank down to her core.
Colour bloomed within her cheeks. “But you just—”
I looked up at her, “I don’t give a fuck right now.”
When I lowered my mouth to wrap around her sweet, swollen bud, she let her head fall back against the bed, a loud moan spilling into the open space of the room—loud enough to echo off the walls. She tasted every bit as delicious as I’d known she would.
Lifting my face from her centre and spreading her lips to appreciate the view, I melted.
“Fuck, Lennon. You are to die for,” I hummed before diving back in. Her fingers reached for the back of my head, gripping tight, tugging at the roots as I sucked and lapped her up,savouring every second of this rare moment—Lennon splayed out just for me. Mine.
“I’m going to fucking come, Asher!” she screamed as I lightly tugged at her. I wanted her to come undone all over my face right there and right then.
I kept going—teasing, pulling, licking, sucking—everything that drove her wild. Her body bucked, trying to pull away from the intensity. Threading my arms beneath her legs, I pulled her back to me and didn’t let up.
Then it happened. Her entire body went rigid, a shudder convulsing through her as I continued to enjoy my breakfast.
“Fuck, Ash—fuck, oh my God, oh my God!” she gasped.
When I finally pulled back, she lay there panting, out of breath, spent against the sheets. After a moment, she lifted her head to meet my eyes, bracing myself on her arms.
Drawing in a deep breath, all she could muster was, “Jesus…”
Then she reached for me, tugging me up toward her. She wanted me to finish, too. Either that or she wanted round three, and I wasn’t about to complain.
I climbed over her, as she pulled me into a kiss, the taste of her salty sweetness lingering on my tongue. I eased my cock inside of her, slow and gentle as her folds made way for me. A beautiful invitation.
I lay over her, our mouths finding each other again, hunger softening into something deeper. We moved together, unhurried, holding each other’s gaze whenever our lips parted, feeling the tension coil between us. My thrusts were intentional—rolling deep into her.
She was soaking wet around me, yet still felt impossibly tight, and my cock embraced the welcome. I thrusted slowly, listening to the sounds she made beneath me. Her delicate cries were music to my ears.
“I’m going to…” she gasped.
“Again, little siren? Fuck, you’re perfect,” I whispered.
As her body began to tighten again, heat climbed through me sharp and inevitable.
“Yes, Asher. Yes…”
The tightness exploded as I came apart with her, the world narrowing to just us two. I filled her sweetness to the hilt and every earth-shattering feeling couldn’t even compare to this moment.
I buried my mouth into her neck as we unravelled together, our bodies moving in stride with one another, heat pooling between us. When I lifted my head, sweat beaded my back and brow, and I caught those beautiful greens.
“I fucking love—” I began.
Before I could finish what she wasn’t ready to hear, she threw her mouth into mine, kissing me like it was the end of everything.
And maybe it was. But I knew I would have died happily in that moment, my last moment spent with her.
Lennon
More than a week had passed, and Asher and I had been spending copious amounts of time together. Too much time. Enough to make me question what the fuck I was actually doing.
But I would be lying to myself if I said it didn’t feel good to be with him.
His happiness was contagious—a thread weaving into the core of my being, spinning a web that caught me mid-freefall. The way he saw life was beautiful. He was beautiful.
