“You shouldn’t,” he murmurs.
“Maybe not,” I whisper back. “But I do.”
For a second, neither of us moves. For the first time, he hesitates, and it pushes me to draw closer, until we’re a breath apart. Seeing him lose a little control feels like a drug. I lean in completely. Letting all inhibitions go.
The kiss is soft at first. Hesitant. It’s my first time, and I’m figuring it out. I almost lose my nerve, my shyness trickling in. But it doesn’t stay that way for long. His hand tightens slightly against my jaw, deepening the kiss, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
It feels like everything at once. New and overwhelming and consuming in a way I wasn’t prepared for. My hands find his shirt, gripping lightly as I try to steady myself. But it only makes everything feel more intense. More real.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his breathing slightly uneven, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.
“Tell me to stop,” he says quietly.
I shake my head almost immediately. “Don’t.”
That’s all it takes. He lifts me and sets me on the counter as he takes my lips in a deep, searing kiss. Goosebumps dot my skin as he slowly slides his tongue over mine, sparking new sensations everywhere. His hands caress my skin, leaving warmth in their wake until it’s all I can feel and think about.
His fingers glide around my neck and slowly draw down the zipper of my dress. He tugs it down, and it falls off my shoulders just as he breaks the kiss. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.
His voice does things to my insides. He unfastens my bra, exposing my breasts. I should feel shy or self-conscious, but the possessive look in his gaze gives me a high. One I can’t comeback from. Then he leans down and draws one nipple in his mouth.
I thought it couldn’t feel any better. Any headier. I was wrong. Another hard, intent pull has me gripping his nape and moaning out loud. “Asher…”
“I know, baby girl,” he murmurs softly over my flesh. “Let me hear you.”
He moves to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. I’m drowning in sensation. It comes from every part of my body. But there’s an ache blooming in my core. I don’t know what to do about it. The more he grazes and sucks, moving from one breast to the other, the more intense the ache.
It’s a pull. It’s electric. Almost like gravity, gradually turning me into a mess. My body moves on its own, to a rhythm I don’t understand. He traps my nipple between his warm tongue and the roof of his mouth and sucks hard.
“Asher…” I whimper brokenly.
I need something to ease the ache. Instead, it grows. He leaves my breasts, bunches my dress around my waist, and pulls my panties to the side. I pant softly. Anticipating.
“So wet,” he growls before leaning into me.
He flicks his tongue over my swollen clit, swirling softly. I whimper and jerk, wanting more. Then Asher seals his lips over my clit and sucks deep and hard. “Oh!”
“Easy,” he rasps, one hand splaying warm and heavy across my thigh, holding me open. “I’ve got you. Stop fighting it and give it to me.”
I buck into his mouth and let go. I’m lost in the overwhelming sensation that engulfs me. I release his hair and grip the counter edge tightly. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going, licking and sucking. He slides his tongue along my seam until I’m trembling and moaning.
“Asher, p-please,” I beg as the pleasure grows.
Slowly, he slides a finger into my slick heat. He pauses as it grazes a barrier.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, looking up at me.
I stiffen just as my eyes fall open. “Yes,” I answer. “But please, don’t stop. I need…”
“I’m not stopping, baby girl. But we take it slow.” His voice is deep with a need that echoes mine.
I nod gently. Then he slowly slides a second finger inside of me, stroking gently. A soft moan leaves my lips as the warmth reignites, as if he never stopped. Each stroke sends a wave of pleasure rocketing through my body.
My moans grow louder as the heat in my core grows. Then heleans in and swirls his tongue over my clit. I jerk softly, feeling it everywhere. Loud moans turn into loud whimpers as he continues to feast on me, his fingers still moving inside my pussy.
“You feel that?” His voice is a low rumble against my inner thigh, his fingers curling deeper. “That’s just the first one. You’re going to give me another before I’m done.”
The moment builds until I’m lost in it completely, caught between the unfamiliar and the undeniable way he makes me feel. It’s overwhelming, but not in a way that scares me—in a way that pulls me deeper, that makes me want more even when I don’t fully understand what I’m asking for.
