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I'm panting when he finally comes back and lays his warm body over mine. "You ready?" he asks. "Your knee okay?"
"Get inside me now." I have never been so desperate for a man in my life.
He smiles as he slides into me, but that smile fades into an expression I love even more and, as he starts to move, the determination and lust on his face make me want to memorize this moment. Every thrust, every groan, the way he looks into my eyes and holds me connected to him body and soul.
"No," I say, when he leans back onto his heels, still inside me. "Why are you stopping?"
"Not stopping. I just need to slow down for a second. I want this to last."
He strokes my clit as he sinks lazily into me and I fall apart, pleasure forcing me out of my body as I shout his name. He continues to move slowly as I squeeze his cock, my spasms shuddering through my whole body.
He watches me like he can't ever get enough. "Fuck, Clover. I'm not going to last."
He says my name like it tastes sweet and I melt a little more for this man. "I don't need you to. I want to feel you come inside me."
He closes his eyes and sucks in a breath.
When he pulls out of me this time, I don't have time to complain before he's flipped me around so that I'm bent over the back of the couch. He drives into from behind and the new sensation makes me moan his name like a prayer.
"Is this okay? Shit, is your knee okay?"
"It's more than okay." I'm barely able to get the words out.
He grabs my chin and leans forward to kiss me as he slides in and out, slowly at first, then faster.
I pull away and hold on tight, because my body is limp with pleasure and yet I feel myself building for yet another orgasm.
As though he can sense it, Asher reaches between my legs and strokes me as he slams into me, his moans filling my ears.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good."
His words send me over the edge into yet another orgasm that continues as he grips my hips and drives into me faster and harder.
"This okay?"
"So good," I say on a moan. "Don't ever stop."
My words are like a trigger and he comes hard, shouting his release and my name. My body vibrates with aftershocks, high on the pleasure of knowing that I did this to him.
He drapes himself over my back, but is obviously holding himself up so he doesn't crush me. His breaths are heavy as he presses kisses along my cheek and down my neck and over my shoulder blade.
I miss him as he slides out of me, and his heat leaves my back. What the hell is wrong with me that I want this man to cuddle me?
Before I can figure that out or convince myself I'm grateful for the space, Asher scoops me up in his arms like a child and starts wandering the house.
"Um, what are you doing?"
"Shower time," he says. "Whereabouts do you think a bathroom might be?"
I spot an alcove in a far corner of the room and point. "Are those stairs?"
He carries me over and, sure enough, narrow stairs lead up into darkness.
"I can walk, you know."
"Why should you have to when I'm here to carry you?"
He carries me up the narrow stairs and flicks a switch at the top to illuminate a narrow wood-floored hallway and two closed doors. Behind the first is a good-sized bedroom. Like downstairs, the furniture is slick and modern, all grays and navy blues. But there are paintings on the walls here, fanciful scenes of unicorns and fairies and gnomes.
