I see a door to what I assume is the bathroom, but I don’t look inside. Instead, I follow Asher out onto the balcony that is attached to our room, and my jaw drops. The balcony is small. Just big enough for both of us to be out here with a tiny table and set of chairs, perfect for two people to sit on.
But, my God, the view.
“It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before,” I say as I place my hand on the edge of the balcony and look down at the river below.
Asher’s fingers brush against mine, and then I feel his eyes on me. “Like nothing I have ever seen before either.”
I suck in a breath, but I love hearing his words all the same even if they are a lie. I want to feel loved even if I can’t fall in love back. And lines like that show that Asher is one step closer to falling in love with me.
I grab Asher’s neck at the same time as he grabs my hips, and we press our lips together in a passionate kiss, agreeing that we need this more than exploring Venice. We need it as much or more than the air we breathe. We need sex. We need that connection that we haven’t had since yesterday evening before we were married.
His tongue slips into my mouth, and he has me moaning and wet with just his tongue in my mouth and not yet on other places. I cry silently to myself, thanking God that I get to have this man completely to myself. I don’t think about the fact that this is a temporary arrangement. That he isn’t really mine forever. He’s mine for now, and that’s enough.
Although I could kiss him for hours, I need more. Now. I need his tongue all over my body. I need to see his muscles flexing as he moves inside me. I need to feel his hard dick pressing into my soul. I’ve been with plenty of men before, but for some reason, I think Asher could show me things that none of the others ever have before. He’s made me come more in one day than Wes did in a year. Although I’d never admit it to Asher. His ego is already too large.
I grab hold of his shirt and begin pulling it up, loving how my fingers ripple over the ridges of his abs as I move the shirt higher and higher. Wes was in shape. But nothing like Asher is. I pull the shirt off and stop kissing him long enough to properly admire him. Now that we are married, I can gawk at him without feeling ashamed.
I suck in a breath as my eyes soak in every bit of his body.
“Strip naked, so I can get a better look at you, and then fuck me,” I say.
He chuckles. “You dirty girl.”
He doesn’t do what I asked though. Instead, he lifts me, carrying me in his arms back inside. “I’ll fuck you anyplace, anywhere. But I’m not going to fuck you on a hard balcony where anyone could glimpse your body. Not when we have a nice soft bed just inside.”
I’m surprised at how gently he is carrying me. It’s almost romantic. Not that I think this man has a romantic bone in his body. But, still, it’s a nice feeling.
Asher gently tosses me on the bed. “Strip.”
I smile. I hate admitting that, as much as I want to be in control in almost everything in my life, I love having Asher boss me around.
“No,” I say because I want to hear him order me around again.
His eyes darken just a little as he glares at me. “Strip, or I won’t make you come.”
I frown. “You play dirty.”
“I thought you liked it dirty,” he says, winking.
I suck in a breath and then take off my shirt.
He grins when I finally give in. I quickly take off my bra and start moving to my jeans when Asher starts stripping as well. And, suddenly, I move much slower with my own clothes because my eyes are too transfixed on him instead of the task at hand.
“Strip,” Asher says again more firmly.
I move quicker until I’m completely naked and lying on the bed. Asher grabs a bottle of champagne that I didn’t see chilling when we first came into the room. He moves to the backpack on the floor and pulls out a condom. He picks up his T-shirt for some reason before he walks toward me.
As he walks, my eyes drink in every bit of his hard body. His cock is already hard, waiting for me. He sets the condom and bottle down on the end table next to the bed. He takes his T-shirt in his hand as he straddles me, his cock pressing into my stomach.
He takes the T-shirt and moves it over my eyes.
I frown. “I want to see you.”
“You will. Just not with your eyes.”
He ties the T-shirt over my eyes, and other than another pout, I don’t protest. I let him cover my eyes. I let him be in control.
I feel his lips on mine, rewarding me for letting him put the blindfold on. His lips move to my neck, and the feeling is more intense than anything I have ever felt before.