He’s so close, yet so far from where I need him. I thread my hands through his hair, grasping the strands and trying to tug him to my center. “Please,” I whisper.
“Where’s your patience, Summer?”
“Gone. Completely gone. I never have any patience when it comes to being with you.”
He lets out a pleased growl before continuing. “Well, patience is a virtue, and I intend to show you a good time.”
Then his mouth is on me. Sucking my clit into his mouth and forcing a loud groan from my lips. Normally, I’d be embarrassed at how loud I’m being. I’d try to quiet myself so that I didn’t seem so eager or out of fear that the neighbors might hear. But it feels so good. There’s no holding back for either of us.
Asher moans against my pussy, licking my slit and circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. “So wet,” he murmurs. “Is this all for me?”
I nod, unable to answer with words. His grip on my thighs tightens. His gaze meets mine as he takes another long, toe-curling lick. The deep green of his eyes under hooded lids is so breathtaking that despite mybody’s instinct to arch my back and close my eyes, I use the last ofmy self-control to keep my gaze trained on his.
He hums against me, and the vibrations against that delicate bundle of nerves send me over the edge. I cry out and try to pull away from him, but he holds me tighter as he continues to lick me through my release.
He crawls his way up my body, leaving light kisses against my exposed skin as he goes. He settles his weight on top of me and lets out an amused laugh as I eagerly shove his pants down. He slips his tongue back into my mouth, and I can taste my arousal on him.
He thrusts against me, his cock rubbing against the apex of my thighs perfectly, sending a fresh wave of desire through me. My pussy clenches around nothing, and I am desperate to get him inside me.
“Please,” I beg. I let my hands drift down his chest and each ridge of his Adonis-like abs, before reaching the deep V cut into his hips. I stroke his impressive length, once, twice, causing him to screw his eyes shut. “Please,” I repeat.
The grin he gives me is absolutely feral as he reaches for his bedside table. I push myself up onto my elbows to gain access to his neck. Even though I just chastised him about leaving visible hickeys on me, the unhinged urge to do so to him is incredibly strong. The idea of him walking around with a mark that signifies he belongs to someone—belongs to me—is very tempting.
I settle for nipping his skin lightly as he pulls open the bedside table’s drawer, and he lets out an agonized moan as I arch against him while he digs through the contents of thedrawer. He finds what he’s looking for as I whimper against the shell of his ear, causing the muscles in his back to tense under my fingertips.
He does the cliche move of ripping the condom wrapper using his teeth.
I raise an amused eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“I thought it might impress you.”
I can’t help the giggle that escapes my throat. “What? Because you can do the one thing all the actors do in R-rated movies?”
He pinches my side and hikes my leg up higher on his waist in silent retaliation.
He drags his cock through my wet folds, coating himself with my release. I moan at the feel of him against me. Any further snide comments leave my mind as I lift my hips, trying to get him inside me.
“Looks like we still need to work on that patience, Summer,” he growls. His hand encircles my neck, squeezing lightly. A promise of what’s to come. He nips at my collarbone, and I shudder at the scrape of his teeth against my skin.
I reach between us and stroke the length of him. He lets out a deep groan as I run my thumb across his tip, smearing a drop of his arousal in the process. I bring my thumb to my lips and suck it into my mouth, eyes closing at the salty taste of him.
“Fuck,” he swears before hastily rolling the condom on. He lines himself up with my entrance and slams his mouth against mine. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and I try to kiss him back just as fiercely, both our tongues warring for dominance.
Asher snaps his hips forward and sinks into the hilt, giving me no time to adjust to his size before he starts thrusting. I am gloriously, nearly painfully, full.
One thrust from him sends me soaring over the edge again.
That’s fucking embarrassing.
How many times is this man going to make me come faster than any other man ever?
He stills and rests his forehead against mine, panting so that his breath fans across my face. My pussy pulses around him, and he moans. “God, you’re perfect.”
He thrusts hard, stealing my breath, before he pulls almost completely out of me, leaving only the tip, but pumps his hips forward at a brutal pace.
I feel like I’m falling apart, and he’s going to be the only thing that can put me back together.
Sex is great. Sure, I’ve had my fair share of disappointing experiences—what girl hasn’t? But this? This sex is mind-blowing. Maybe it’s because he’s older and has more experience. Maybe it’s because I’ve been abstinent for so long. Or maybe it’s because Asher is the first guy I’ve genuinely liked in a while.
