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I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up, but the sun has just barely started to peek over the mountains in the distance, so I know it must be before six.
I look down at the hand flattened against my stomach, halfway under my shirt. He’s really here. He’s still here. I almost expected him to be gone when I woke up, leaving me to wonder if it was all just a dream.
Carefully, I lift his hand to inspect the damage that I felt last night, and I notice streaks of dried blood on my stomach, on my shirt, my hip, and as I turn around to face his sleeping form, I see that it’s on my white sheets, too.
Jesus, Asher. What did you do this time?
Underneath his nose is also caked with blood, and his right eye is bruised and swollen. I lightly kiss his knuckles before leaning forward to do the same to the corner of his eye, and then I feel his hands squeeze my ass, pulling me into him.
“Mmm,” I moan, dragging my hands through his hair and dropping my head back as he peppers open-mouthed kisses all over my neck, shoulders, and chest. He rolls me onto my back and settles between my spread legs, letting me feel his want for me.
Something about this time just feels…different. More intense. More real. We still haven’t spoken. We let our bodies do the talking, and in this moment, we’re the most honest we’ve ever been with each other. We show each other everything we’re feeling with our gasps and tongues and teeth.
Asher shifts down slightly to take my nipple into his mouth and sucks it through the fabric of my shirt. God, I love when he does that. I arch into his hot mouth, and he brings both hands up to squeeze my breasts. Flattening his palms, he smooths them up my chest and over my shoulders to push the thin straps of my shirt down my arms.
With his forefinger, he pulls down the top of my tank, exposing one pink nipple. Looking up at me for the first time, he closes his mouth around the hardened tip and bites before licking and sucking away the sting. I feel myself growing slick at the mixture of pain and pleasure that Asher is so skilled at, and I shamelessly lock my legs around his waist, rubbing myself against him.
Ash reaches behind him, grasps one ankle, and unlocks my legs before moving down my body, kissing everything along the way. My heart hammers in my chest, and goose bumps assault my arms and stomach as he gets lower and lower.
This is something we’ve never done before, something I’ve never had done to me, but I’m too far gone to be nervous. I just want him. I want it all from him. Everything he has to give me, before he decides to take it all away, again.
Once he settles between my thighs, he pushes them open with a hand on each one, squeezing the soft flesh. Lowering his head, he rolls his face between my legs, then nibbles at my panty-covered clit.
Holy shit.
My hips rock against his face on their own accord, chasing that delicious friction. Asher hooks a finger inside my plain black underwear, pulling the crotch to the side, and exposes me to him completely.
He pauses, and I see his throat bob as he swallows. I think he’s going to say something cocky, or maybe make me beg for it, but he just stares for a moment, looking conflicted, yet mesmerized. Angry, yet excited all at the same time.
I squirm under his attention, needing to feel more—to feel everything with him. Asher pushes my legs together before pulling my underwear down to my ankles. Smoothing his hands back up my closed legs, he spreads me, ever so slightly, with his thumbs. My entire body is trembling from my toes to my chin, but it’s not out of fear. I’m literally shaking with need.
“My beautiful little liar,” Ash breathes before closing the final distance and places a wet kiss on my clit. I suck in a breath at the feeling of his mouth on me. God, I didn’t know anything could be this good. I try to spread my legs for better access, but Asher keeps them clamped shut with a hand on either thigh.
I look down at him, confusion painting my features, but then his tongue slides in between my lower lips. My back bows off the bed, and Asher’s bruising grip on my legs keeps me anchored to the bed. To the earth.
“Quit squirming, baby,” he mumbles between my thighs.
Baby. Not taunting. Not baby girl. Not little girl. Baby.
I tangle my fingers through his perfectly disheveled hair as he devours me, needing him closer. But we’ll never be close enough. His tongue flattens against me, and with a few long strokes, I’m tensing up, ready to combust.
“Asher,” I say, tilting his chin up to look at me. “I don’t want to come like this.” My voice is a whispered plea, and I know he understands.
Asher stares up at me and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip.
“Yeah?” he asks, pushing his thumb into my mouth, eyes full of heat. I suck on it, nodding my head, and he groans.
“How do you want to come then?”
“The only way I’ve ever wanted to. With you inside me.”
Asher’s jaw clenches, his nostrils flare, and I know that I’m finally going to get my way.
“You play dirty, baby girl,” he says, moving up my body, bracing his palms on either side of my head. His lips hover above mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I’m done talking. “Lucky for you, I do, too.”
Asher takes my face in his hands before licking at the seam of my lips, and I open for him, letting his tongue in to dance with mine. His movements are unhurried and forceful. Intense, just like him. He kisses me like it’s the main event instead of the opening act. I kiss him like he’s my oxygen, and I’m afraid it’s going to be taken away at any moment, leaving me deprived again.
Ash’s hand trails down my neck, and his fingers dip under my tank top, squeezing and kneading. He circles my nipple, and I feel myself growing slicker. Everything he does is magic. I arch into his touch, and he takes the opportunity to pull my top over my head.
