Our eyes locked.
I nodded.
Between my legs, I felt him grow harder against me. His erection was stoking the heat already pooling low in my belly. I reached down between us, my hand slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. I then wrapped my fingers around his thick member. He needed me now, just as much as I needed him.
Asher shoved his pants down his legs, as I did the same. There was no need for the prolonged buildup today—we were already there, already aching.
He lined himself up with my entrance, rubbing his tip between my slick folds before easing inside of me. My wet lips parted with such ease, the tight space filling with only him. My mouth fell open as the stretch at the fullness of him, and a soft groan escaped before I could stop it. He rocked in and out of me, each measured thrust controlled, like he was lifting me to heaven as my body spiralled out of control.
Hovering over me, his gaze never disconnected with mine.
The tension between us thickened. I nodded, wordless, giving him permission for what we both wanted. Asher wasn’t the type to take this kind of thing lightly—he needed to ensure I felt safe. Something about that made me want him even more.
His hand braced itself in the sand beside my head while the other slid up to my body once more. He lingered between my breasts, lost in thought as he admired my creamy skin. Methodically, his palm climbed further up my chest until it settled around my throat.
I gulped saliva down, surprised by how much it turned me on. His soft breaths ghosted over my skin as he continued to rock into me, unhurried and controlled.
When his grip tightened around my throat, I tipped my head back, exposing more to him, ensuring he understood this is what I wanted. I felt intoxicated the way his cock became even more engorged at each squeeze of his fingers.
“Is that o—” he began, still checking.
I cut him off with a sharp slap across the face.
It startled him. Something dark and hungry flared in his eyes.
His thrusts became rougher, more demanding.
I caught his wrist and choked out, “You going to take that from me, Asher?”
An intense glaze washed over his pupils, the desire burning through him. He wanted to be challenged. His grip intensified, and a devious smirk curved in the creases in response.
My air supply was becoming fragile—limited. The broken cries that came out of my mouth were tampered with. This was turning him on. The way he drove his cock into me, filling me completely to the hilt was almost unbearable.
He shifted his weight, bracing himself higher over me, extending his arm so the pressure and grip around my throat tightened.
Fuck.
I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as I sensed my orgasm crest. My legs went slack as I neared the pulsing, everything about to tense inside of me.
Before I could even understand what was happening, Asher pulled his dick out of me, immediately making the space feel empty. He grabbed me by the back of the neck, hoisting me up and spinning my head around so that I instinctively got on all fours.
He wasted no time before he curved himself against my back, biting down on my earlobe while he wrapped his arm around my neck. He entered me once again, filling my dripping core to the brink.
The sensation was overwhelming, and a guttural cry exited me as he thrust into my weakened pussy. I was soaked, not only from the water around us, but from the wetness he created in me. Asher turned me on, and I couldn’t help myself.
He pumped his cock into me relentlessly while I struggled to breathe. My nerve endings were in overdrive as I realized I couldn’t breathe. I tapped his arm.
Immediately, he loosened his hold. Without hesitation. No question. All while he continued to rock inside me.
“More,” I cried out to him.
He pushed my face down, changing our angle so that my ass was up high for him while he gripped my hips, bouncing in and out of me with such perfect force. The tide was washing in, and within seconds, it flooded my face, forcing me to hold my breath again.
“That’s right, my sexy fucking girl. Take this cock,” he groaned out through gritted teeth.
The water washed away, freeing me to breathe air momentarily. The next wave surged forward, splashing over my face again until it stole my breath. Asher grabbed my head and held it down in the water.
“Hold your breath, little siren,” he whispered. I did as I was told while he thrust hard into me again. The shock of it had every nerve ending stand at its peak.
