He sucked faster and slipped his hand lower so he could now shove a finger deep inside of me. Instantly my inner muscles clenched around the digit, as if trying to draw him in farther. He groaned and added another one, the ecstasy almost too much for me, so that I was on the verge of begging for release.
But I wanted this to last, wanted to hold out until he came right along with me.
Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
“You’re so hot and tight, and all this wetness is for me, Ainsley, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
He grunted. “Tell me. Say the words.”
“All that wetness is for you.” I gasped the words out.
He murmured something, words I couldn’t understand, words strung together in the heat of the moment.
He gave my pussy one more long, languid lick, and then pulled away. I was about to protest, but Asher started to smooth his hands over my thighs and up my belly, and then molded his palms right over the mounds of my breasts. The sensitivity I felt had me crying out softly.
Asher leaned down and sucked on one of the stiff peaks of my nipples for a few seconds and pulled back. “Fuck, I’m having a hard time holding off, baby.” I watched in awe as he took hold of the base of his dick, aligned the tip of his shaft with my pussy opening, and then pushed inside of me.
The head of his cock broke through the barrier, taking my virginity, claiming it as his. A groan left him when I clenched around him. “Christ, Ainsley baby.” He closed his eyes and grunted out deeply. “You’re so fucking primed for me, so tight and wet.”
“Asher.” I panted out his name.
He continued to push inside of me, deep and slow until his balls rested against the mounds of my ass. We both made a low sound of pleasure. Asher looked down at where his body was connected with mine.
“You’re stretched around me, baby. You’re so pink and soaked.” He growled low, his bear right there. “And it’s all for me.”
He pulled out almost all the way, and then pushed back in slowly. Over and over, he thrust deep inside of me, our wet flesh slapping together every time he pushed into me. He started to increase his speed and trained his gaze on my chest, the mounds bouncing slightly from his thrusting actions. He held on to my hips, the force of him fucking me having my body sliding up the mattress. The only sound that filled my head was our heavy, combined breathing.
“Is it good, Ainsley?” he panted.
I nodded. “So good, Asher.”
“Touch yourself, baby.”
I lifted my hands and gripped my breasts, pulling at my nipples, gasping at the sensations moving through me.
“That’s fucking it, my mate. Tweak those titties, pull those nipples.”
I gasped and closed my eyes. I was going to come again. I arched my neck and cried out long and soft, and he increased his speed. I was human, but I sensed his bear break, pushing forward, making it known he was right here with us.
And then I came. I felt my inner pussy muscles grip Asher’s cock, pulling at him, trying to suck him in more.
“God, Asher. Yes.”
A light sheen of sweat covered my chest, and Asher leaned down and ran his tongue along the tiny beads, causing me to moan for more. Little tremors shook my body, and a hum of disappointment left me when he pulled out of me. But before I could complain, Asher had me flipped onto my belly. I looked over my shoulder to see him grab a pillow, place it under my hips, and then he just stared at my ass.
“Look at this fucking ass,” he said and gave one side a smack before he grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread me wide. And then he just stared at the hole that was revealed.
“Asher,” I whispered. “What are you doing?” My voice was breathy.
“Baby, I need this tight little hole.” He looked me in the eyes.
I licked my lips. “Back there?” I could hear the hesitancy in my voice.
“Back here, mate.” He curled his nails against my ass.
Without answering, but still holding my gaze, Asher leaned in and ran his tongue right up the center of my ass. I felt my eyes widen, my mouth part. He pressed his tongue to my anus, moved it around the tight hole, and then gently pressed in. All the while he stared at me.