I reach for him and then step backwards, pulling him down onto the bed with me, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist to keep him close. The point of my heels scrape against his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He groans my name again and again like a mantra as he rocks into me. His dick is straining against the soft fabric of his trousers and I reach down to unbuckle his belt.
The metal buckle slides loose in my hand and suddenly it feels like we’re both teetering at the edge of something massive and inevitable. I can feel the heat of his body pressing into my palm as I push his trousers down over his hips. He shoves them the rest of the way, kicking them off with a shuddery exhale, and now it’s just his boxers between us.
The outline of him straining against the dark fabric is insane and I don’t even bother pretending to be shy. I reach for him. He groans, low and rough, when my knuckles brush against the hard outline of his dick beneath his boxers.
He’s so hard it’s almost obscene.
He leans in, mouth hungry on mine, and the kiss is all teeth and tongue and a desperate, frantic need that matches my own. I can taste theyes, yes, yesin every slide of his mouth and the pressure of his hands on my body.
‘Tell me you want this as much as I do,’ he manages to rasp out, voice so raw I barely recognise it. There’s a searching look in his eyes that makes my stomach drop. He looks like he’s terrified this isn’t real. I answer by arching my back and pushing my breasts against his chest. He cups them in both hands, thumbs circling my nipples untilthey’re pebbled and aching until I’m seconds away from actually begging for more. Warmth blooms everywhere he touches.
He hovers over me and flicks his tongue over my nipple before pulling it between his lips.
I let out a deep, keening cry, but he doesn’t stop. His mouth is hot and hungry and every pull and lap of his tongue makes my breath come out in ragged, high-pitched bursts. I arch my back, offering more,desperatefor more, and his hands pin my hips to the bed like he’s afraid I might float away.
‘Asher, I…’ but I don’t even know what I’m asking for.
He moves to the other breast, lavishing the same attention on that peaked, over sensitive bud until I’m nearly seeing stars. My hips tilt up, searching for friction, and his free hand finds my thigh, stroking up, up, up until he’s gripping right beneath where I want him most.
I’m seconds from combusting.
He palms at my hip then hooks his thumb around the delicate lace of my thong and pulls, not slow this time but a rough, urgent tug that has the flimsy piece of fabric sliding down my legs in record time.
‘Look at you,’ he rasps, voice half shattered. ‘You’re perfect.’
I want to laugh, but it comes out as a whimper instead. I want to say,you make me like this, but there’s no spare air in my lungs for words. His mouth drags up my chest, along my collarbone, licking and kissing, until he finally takes my mouth again.
He kisses me like he’s starving. Like he’s falling apart and I’m the only thing holding him together. It’s dizzying, wild, and nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before.
My hips grind against his, desperate for the sweet release of friction, and I swear I can feel how wet I am without even touching myself. I want him so badly it actually hurts.
‘Please.’ I don’t even realise I’m begging until the word breaks loose from my throat.
‘Tell me what you want, love.’
‘Anything,’ I plead. ‘Anything. Just— Justtouch me.’
His grin is hungry as he moves lower, trailing heat down my body until he’s crouched between my thighs at the edge of the bed. The way he looks at me then, every muscle in his body coiled and focused, that sends a bolt of pure electricity through my body.
His hands run along my thighs and then he’s spreading me open, knees wide, gaze locked on the throbbing, aching heat between my legs. I think I might actually die if he doesn’t touch me, and he must know it because he laughs lowly, and presses a kiss to the inside of my knee.
His fingers slide up, coaxing my thighs wider, and then he drags one slow, torturous finger along the soaked heat of me. I jolt, hips canting up on instinct. His thumb brushes gently against my clit. I nearly see stars. My whole world narrows to that one point of contact.
He moves his thumb in slow, torturous circles and then speeds up, keeping rhythm even as two of his fingers tease at my entrance, stroking so slowly it’s almost cruel. I whine,nearly bucking off the bed, and he shushes me softly, still watching me as I twitch and gasp beneath him.
When he finally slides his fingers inside, I swear I nearly lose it.
He fucks me with his fingers, curling up to hit the spot that lights me up like a live wire. Every twist and stroke is maddeningly perfect. I grind against his hand and gasp, barely holding myself together.
He watches as I come undone beneath him, his eyes dark and hungry like he wants to eat me alive.
And then he does.
Asher pulls me right to the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs wide. He kneels down, pushes my hips up with his hands, and just stares for a second, like he’s memorising the sight of me ruined and shaking. His breath is hot against my inner thigh.
Then he licks me.
