Like being carried away in a current. Like free-falling in a waterfall.
There’s something liberating about this type of pleasure mixed with pain.
Something like being…alive.
It’s like that gasp of air after drowning, the first breath after being reborn.
He releases my breasts so he can hook his fingers on the waistband of my shorts. “If I reach under these, will I find evidence?”
Goosebumps erupt on my skin as his knuckles drag down my overheated thighs. He throws my shorts and panties somewhere behind him.
He thrusts a hand between my naked thighs and dips a finger against my slick folds.
“Fuck.” He grunts. “You’re soaked.”
My trembling thighs willingly part for him as he slides his finger up and down my slit. He teases me with such ease, as if he knows my body more than I do.
His lean, rough digits are enough to start a low humming at the bottom of my stomach. The sensation alone nearly pushes me off the edge.
“Is this for me, prom queen?”
I look away, my cheeks flaming. It’s not due to embarrassment, but rather… arousal. I don’t want him to see my face right now or how much of an effect he has on me.
He tsks, a tinge of darkness in his tone. “That’s not how it works. Look at me.”
I don’t.
He thrusts a finger inside me and my back arches off the bed as my walls clench around his digit. “I said. Look. At. Me.”
Taking a deep breath, I slowly face him. I’m panting, my face heating like a pit of fire. My hair sticks to my temples with sweat and my lips are parted with the need for more.
So much more.
“When I order, you obey. When I ask, you fucking answer. That’s the only way this will go, got it?”
A sense of Déjà-vu hits me out of nowhere as I nod once.
“Open that mouth.”
I do. I just...do. My lips fall open, tingling with anticipation.
With his finger still inside me, Asher thrusts his free thumb between my lips. “Suck, like you mean it.”
I wrap my lips around his digit and keep eye contact as I lap on the skin with my tongue. He tastes fresh and masculine. My thighs clench around his other hand, begging for more.
He pulls back his thumb, and I pant as he presses it at my bottom lip.
“Now, answer me.” He works his finger inside me in an increasing rhythm. “Are you wet for me?”
Oh, God. Why does he have to say that with that extremely authoritative tone? I can’t resist that tone even if I tried to.
“Yes,” I murmur.
“I didn’t hear that.” He thrusts another finger, pounding both of them with a maddening urgency.
“Oh…oh…” My back lifts off the mattress as the wave hits me. It’s slow at first, too slow I barely feel it coming.
Then it slams into me in one go like that free fall from the waterfall. Like being caught in the eye of a storm.