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He tightened his arm around me. “Want to lie on my other side? I’ll block some of the wind.”
“Do you mind?”
He shook his head and held on to me as I straddled his lap. He gripped my hips, stopping me. “This is something I might like to try,” he said, holding me there and smiling up at me.
I laughed as my cheeks heated. “Might be able to be arranged,” I said, bending down and meeting his lips.
I pulled my other leg over him and lay down on the other side of him. He was right; it was warmer, and I snuggled against him as he pulled the blanket up around my neck. “That better?”
“Much,” I whispered, breathing in his scent.
He rolled onto his side and met my eyes. I could feel the intensity of his stare. “What is it?” I questioned.
“Nothing. Just, I’ve really enjoyed our time together this weekend.”
“Same here.”
He met my lips and kissed me hard, just as another gust of wind blew. I shivered as we parted, and Asher looked down at me. “Want to head back inside?”
I could tell from the look in his eyes that he had other things on his mind that he’d rather be doing, and that they’d best be done inside and not on a beach, so we gathered all the blankets and made our way back to the house.
In a matter of minutes of being inside, he grabbed me and carried me down the hall to his bedroom. Placing me gently on the edge of the bed, he pushed me back and stood over me. He leaned down and kissed me hard. Then he stared down at me as he undid the buttons of my shirt, opening them one by one. His eyes fell to my breasts when he opened the clasp of my bra and he leaned down, tenderly kissing them. I closed my eyes as his fingers grazed the skin of my stomach and stopped at the button on my jeans. He flicked the button open and slid his hand into my pants, running his fingers between my legs.
Just lying in his arms outside had turned me on, and I was slightly embarrassed by how wet I was. Yet Asher licked his lips as he slid my pants off my body. He parted my legs and buried his face between them. I wanted to tell him to stop, but he gripped the waist of my panties and ripped at the lacy side, pulling them off me, then buried his face between my legs. My fingers instantly gripped his hair as my head fell back.
The feeling of his tongue on me was so strong that I felt like I could let go. I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming when he stopped. Opening my eyes, I wondered what was going on. I looked to see that he stood before me, looking down at me. He’d removed his shirt and pants, and he stood there with his hand over his hardened cock, straining against his boxers. I pushed myself up and went to move his hand, but he stopped me.
“Lay back. Just let me look at you,” he said, gripping his cock.
A little self-conscious, I laid back on the bed and met his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he gritted.
I lay back there waiting for him to join me. I kept my eyes on his hand. He noticed, and pulled himself out of his boxers and began stroking himself. “You like that?” he questioned.
“Very much,” I whispered as I concentrated on his hand and watched what he liked.
“Touch yourself?” he whispered. “I want to watch.”
I’d done nothing like this before, and my heart raced as I shyly placed my hand over my breast, the other moving down toward my centre.
“That’s it.” He groaned. “Run your fingers between your legs.” His voice was strained as he told me what he wanted.
I opened my eyes and watched as he gripped his hard cock in his hand, stroking himself at a slow pace as I ran my fingers through my wet centre.
My fingers circled the small bundle of nerves, a small moan escaped my lips. Instantly, I felt the bed dip and his large hand gripped mine and placed it on his cock. He placed his hand where mine had been and continued circling the little bud. The more he continued, the hotter my body got, even more so than I already had been. His cock slid through my fingers and my thumb spread that small bead of pre-cum over the head. He groaned and slid one and then two fingers inside of me, gently fucking me.
He met my mouth while he pumped his fingers into me. Our lips parted. I continued stroking him while he pulled his fingers from me, leaving a void I wanted to have filled again. He pulled my hand away from his cock and quickly moved between my legs and gripped my hips, lining himself up at my entrance.
Our eyes locked as he slid into me, slowly inching his way in until he was buried deep inside of me. The void that had been begging to be filled was now content. He held himself there for a moment, deep inside of me, barely moving his hips, then began moving in slow, deep bursts. I’d felt nothing this good before.
As he continued, I closed my eyes and held his hands. I could feel the threat of my orgasm ready to come on already. I didn’t want this to end. He must have sensed it because he stopped moving and pulled out of me, then slid himself right back in. He did this move a few times, stopping and kissing me before he slammed himself back into me.
“Oh God, Asher. Do that again…please,” I begged.
“Come for me, Bella,” he said, breathing heavily while repeating the same thing over and over. “Come hard.”
He found the swollen little bud and began stroking his thumb over it as he pumped in and out of me, faster but just as deep.
