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He slowly moves down my body, kissing every inch on his way. He stops at my breasts just long enough to suck each one into his mouth. The way he looks up at me as he does it is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. When he’s satisfied with the way they pucker, he continues his path.
Dropping down to his knees, his fingers loop into my thong, and he rips it off me like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He raises my one leg and drapes it over his shoulder. Two fingers graze against my pussy, and he watches me as he sucks the moisture into his mouth.
“Always so fucking delicious,” he murmurs.
The second that his tongue rubs against my clit, any coherent thoughts go straight out the window. If there’s one thing this man knows how to do well, it’s eating a girl out. He doesn’t fuck around or think he’s supposed to probe you with it. No. He knows that the little bundle of nerves between the lips is exactly where the pleasure is at.
In a move that catches me off guard, he slips his arms behind me and scoops me up. Both my legs are over his shoulders as he holds me upright, still working magic with his mouth. He walks us over to the bed and lays us down, his hands still gripping my hips. As he pulls me down onto his face, I can tell I’m dripping, and he’s loving every minute of it.
My fingers lace into his hair, and he moans against my sex. There’s something desperate about the way his grip doesn’t loosen at all, and it’s hot as fuck. I throw my head back and let the pleasure take over my entire body as the orgasm hits.
I fall over onto the bed and Asher wipes his mouth with the back of my hand before standing up and undressing. I watch unashamedly as he pulls off each article of clothing until he’s nothing down to nothing. There’s no way I could ever tire of looking at him. His body looks like it was sculpted from stone, and I want to trace his abs with my tongue.
“Shit!” His eyes widen as he spits the word. “I don’t have a condom.”
I’ve never been happier for birth control in my whole life. “I have the implant, and I’m clean. Are you?”
He nods slowly. “I’ve never gone without.”
“Not even with your ex?”
“No,” he chuckles. “She had some strange thing about messes.”
He lines up, pinning my hands back as he sinks into me. His jaw drops, and his eyes practically roll into the back of his head. Feeling him like this, bare, nothing between us, it’s pure bliss.
“Oh my God,” he growls out. “You feel fucking amazing.”
I can’t even articulate a simple thought, let alone answer him with actual words. It’s too much. Too real. Too good. I dig my heels into his back, and he quickens his pace. He pounds into me, unrelenting, his lip pulled between his teeth.
“Is this what you wanted? For someone to fuck you like this?”
The only reply to leave my mouth is a moan that he quickly muffles with his hand. The party may be loud, but he and I both know I can be louder.
A familiar pressure starts building again in my core, and I know Asher can tell. He smirks deviously and starts to go even harder. His thrusts are slow but each one is hard, slamming into me with a force that ripples all the way into my stomach.
Between the way he watches me start to come undone, and the way he’s fucking me senseless, I don’t stand a chance. My high rips through me, leaving utter destruction in its path. Asher thrusts harshly a couple more times before he lets go and fills me with his cum.
He pulls out and looks down at my pussy, watching the way he leaks out of me.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
I giggle through bated breath and roll my eyes. “So possessive.”
THE SUN PEAKS THROUGH the window and pulls me from my peaceful slumber. I glance beside me and notice the bed is empty. I don’t remember how we got back to the hotel, or really much after Asher and I had wild sex with a party going on less than twenty feet away. All I know is that I’ve never felt better.
The sound of someone whistling grabs my attention. Asher is standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants with sweat glistening across his bare torso. He must have woken up to work out. His hands are gripping the top of the doorframe, putting each one of his muscles on full display. I let my eyes take in every inch of him without a bit of chagrin.
“I could get used to this,” I tell him.
A dimpled smile stretches across his face, and he releases the doorway to walk toward me. “And I could get used to the sight of you in my clothes.”
I glance down and, sure enough, I’m dressed in one of his T-shirts and a pair of panties. I must have kicked the blanket off while I was sleeping because there isn’t a single part of me that’s covered.
He bends down to kiss me, and somehow, this one is different. It’s calmer. More natural. Like we’ve crossed some sort of invisible line that neither of us knew existed. When he pulls away, he runs his knuckle down the side of my face.
“I’m going to take a shower. Breakfast is in the other room.”
“I could think of something more satisfying.” I waggle my eyebrows and he shakes his head with a laugh.
