He’s right. We can’t explain it. Maybe we’ll never be able to, but it’s not something that I can walk away from. No matter what he or my father did, we can move past it. We have to. Because finding something like this isn’t something that happens every day. It doesn’t happen every decade. This feels like once in a lifetime.
Asher turns me around, pushing me against the counter and fitting himself against me. He doesn’t wait, slamming deep in one go, and we both groan before going still. “Oh my God,” I manage to breathe.
My pussy squeezes down on his cock, trying to get used to his size, his length again. He kisses the place where my neck meets my shoulder, drags his hands up the front of me so he can cup my breasts. Tease my nipples.
“We have some time to make up for,” he whispers.
“I know.”
Another kiss, dragging outward toward my shoulder. “I’ll go slow later.”
I have to brace myself on the counter, hold on for dear life as Asher starts to fuck me. Long, deep strokes that make me see pure sunlight. It’s déjà vu. Like him fucking me against the tree all over again, but desperate, reaching.
Our skin slaps together, a carnal soundtrack underscoring our shared moans. I brought him inside so the neighbors wouldn’t hear me yell at him. Now I’m glad we’re inside so that I can scream my head off. Because that’s coming. I can feel it.
Asher’s hands are on my hips, pulling me back onto his cock just as hard as he’s fucking me. Fireworks of pleasure bloom beneath my skin. I’m so close and I’m so far away and fuck I missed this. How the fuck did I ever walk away when this is what’s between us? This invisible thing that binds us deeper than we have any right to be.
Pulling out, Asher turns and lifts, perching my ass on the countertop before plunging back into me, now face to face. “I want to see you come.” His voice is nearly a growl.
“I’m almost there,” I manage. Barely.
Sweet, delicious pleasure is rolling over me like honey. Like glitter. Fire. Everything that is warm and shining. I’m rolling around in that bliss. Never wanting it to stop. Asher pulls his cock out and drops to his knees, sealing his mouth over my clit in one brutal movement.
I’m not prepared for his tongue. For the way he sucks my clit so hard that I see stars. For the way my orgasm hits me like a crushing weight. It freezes me, pulls me under and throws me around in the current. I can’t move, can’t breathe, barely managing to hold on to the counter and not fall. The only thing that’s really keeping me up is Asher’s head between my legs.
He licks into me, pushing his tongue inside and savoring my orgasm. Making me squirm against his mouth until I’m cursing and he’s laughing.
I’m barely holding on when he stands and fits himself against me, sliding his cock in and in and in. “I’ve missed the taste of you,” he says roughly, hauling my mouth to his for a kiss. His mouth tastes like me, and my pussy clenches in response, squeezing down on him, making him groan.
There’s no condom, the delicious friction of skin on skin is fucking amazing, and I’m so fucking glad that there’s nothing between us. I don’t want anything between us anymore. Ever.
“I’m going to come,” Asher says.
I want him to. I want to see him do it the way he saw me. Asher closes his eyes, lost in the movement, in the pleasure of burying himself inside me over and over. He still feels so fucking good, that when he bites his lip, squeezing my thighs, I nearly come again.
Asher shouts, pulling out at the last second and spilling himself across my stomach. His cock jerks, his entire body taut as he shudders with the strength of his climax. He’s gasping for breath just as hard as I am when he opens his eyes.
“God, I fucking missed you,” he breathes.
I run my hands over his chest, enjoying the smooth expanse of skin, the dips in his muscles, before I reach down and grab his cock. It hardens in my hands, faster than I thought possible.
“I missed you too.” I sit up more fully and yank him closer, brushing my lips against his. “We have shit to talk about. You know that, and I know that. But right now, you know what needs to happen?”
One of Asher’s eyebrows raises, but he smirks before he asks. “What?”
“You need to clean me up and then take me into the bedroom and boss me around a little bit. We’ll talk later.”
Asher laughs softly. “Boss you around, huh?”
“Yes.” My voice shakes. Breathy. My body already warming again in anticipation.