“Quit moving, Beautiful. I want… no,need, to kiss every single place they touched before I make you mine.”
With my breathing elevated and my body burning with want, I force myself to give him the control he demands.
“Hmm, right here, between your neck and your jaw? It smells like fucking heaven.” His tongue teases me in that exact spot, and it’s all I can do not to wrap my legs around his waist and impale myself on him.
As he licks a hot, wet trail down the column of my throat, I realize he’s actually going to kiss and lick and bite every part of me before he gives us what we both want.
Holy hotness, I don’t know if I’ll survive this sweet torture, but I’m sure as hell down to try.
Once he reaches my nipples, I moan, the touch of pain from the pressure of his teeth automatically sends my hips to grind against his. My hands slam against the mattress, fingers grabbing at the sheets so hard they immediately ache.
“Look at these perfect tits.” He lavishes them with attention until I can’t speak.
By the time he reaches my pussy, I'm a mess. A barely-functioning, lust-ridden mess who can only think of one thing… feeling him inside of me.
“Asher, God, please, please, please…”
I practically shake with my need for him and when his eyes meet mine, I know he knows it.
Keeping his gaze on me, he lowers his mouth and licks a path from the bottom of my opening all the way up to the clit, like he’s feasting on an ice cream cone and I’m his favorite flavor on a hot summer’s day.
“Damn, you really are perfect.”
“Asher, please.” I'm reduced to begging and I’m not sorry about it.
“Anything for you, Gorgeous.”
In one smooth move, he rises up and slides his cock into my wanting pussy as he grabs hold of both of my hands and places them above my head, pinning them with one of his.
He starts off gentle, pulling out just enough to allow me to breathe before pushing his massive cock back inside, filling every inch of me. But when his lips touch mine, his rhythm accelerates.
In a matter of moments, we’re nothing but tongues and teeth, one of his hands holding me steady at the hip as he controls our movements, fucking me with determination that makes every cell in my body sing with pleasure.
I’m on a sex high, reeling from the taste of him and the feel of him and the power he exudes. He’s everywhere, fucking me, kissing me, holding me down. My legs wrap around his hips, my heels digging into his ass cheeks as he begins to slam into me, over and over again.
“Oh, God, Asher… I'm—”
“Wait. Hold on just a little longer.”
It’s fucking hard, but I do as he says, somehow compelled to follow his orders.
He slows his thrusts, languidly sliding in and out like he can do this all fucking night. At this speed, I can feel every inch of him as the agonizingly slow pace ignites every fiber in my body.
“Faster, Asher. Harder. Please.”
“I don’t want this to end, Briar. I want this to last an eternity.”
He continues his slow torture and, just like before, my body begs for more.
Asher must reach his breaking point because his rhythm gains speed, his thrusts just a little harder, a little less calculated.
“Fuck, yes! Now, baby. Come all over my cock. Squeeze me, hard.”
The permission to come is like freedom I’ve never known.
My chest expands with the deep inhale, the muscles in my legs freeze, and everything goes still. My entire world is held prisoner in this moment of utter bliss.
He groans above me as he comes, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged.