My only option was to come. And come again.
I still hadn’t fully stopped quivering when he rose onto his knees and gripped his cock. He moved my panties out of the way and circled his shaft over my still overstimulated clit before he leaned down to kiss me, so sweetly the backs of my eyes burned. I tasted the alcohol mixed with me on his tongue, the combination hotter than it had any right to be.
“Hold on to me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he adjusted my legs around his hips and drove inside me. I wasn’t even sure if my panties were still intact.
I so didn’t care.
He swallowed my moans, extending our kiss while he withdrew and buried himself inside me once more. He did it again and again, his movements deep and decisive, his arm like steel where he braced it beside me on the pillows.
So much for drinking too much affecting a man’s ability to fuck. It certainly wasn’t affecting Asher.
But it was time to make him just as crazy as he’d made me.
Scraping my nails down his back, I flexed around his cock inside me and licked my lips, nice and slow. Then I slid my hand into my still semi-intact panties to strum my clit, testing both of us. I had never done this before in front of a man. Had never touched myself just to feel good, not for the express purpose of a climax.
He ate me up with his eyes, his thrusts coming even faster. Deeper. Harder. Bumping that delicious spot inside me that made my legs shake and my breaths turn to pants.
I rubbed myself just that much more quickly, loving the pressure from his fullness inside me. He grabbed my wrist and brought it to his mouth, sucking on my fingers as he shoved my underwear over even more and redoubled his strokes.
Every time he bottomed out inside me, I gasped. And clutched him that much tighter.
He finally let out a low groan and went off inside me, those warm pulsations going on for so long that my body had no defense. I came again with a whimper against his shoulder, clinging to him through the waves of pleasure and the aftermath that always arrived too fast.
“I love giving you your firsts.” He rolled onto his back and took me with him.
We’d made a bit of a mess, but obviously, neither of us was inclined to tidy up right now. Instead, we stretched out like starfish and hoped we could breathe again without wheezing sometime soon.
“Which first now? Drunk sex?”
“You’re not drunk.” The concern in his tone had me lifting my head. I didn’t particularly appreciate him going paternalistic on me, but at least it proved he cared about the baby.
“No. I haven’t drank since New Year’s.” I tapped his sulky mouth. “I meant you.”
“Oh. Could you tell I was drunk?” He glanced down at his body as if he was ascertaining certain parts of him were still attached.
“You told me you were, remember?”
“Hmm. I’m not sure I am anymore. I think the last of it drained out of me when I saw you rocking Lily.”
“I fed her again too. She was unsettled tonight. Wonder why.” I propped my chin on my stacked arms. “Which first?”
He brushed my hair out of my face. “Earlier tonight, that was the first time you sucked a man’s cock.”
I winced. And tried not to shift my thighs together from the thrill those words gave me. “That obvious?”
“No. You were incredible. I could just tell.”
“Mmm-hmm. Speaking of firsts, I doubt you get drunk that often.”
“It wasn’t my first time, but it’s been a very long time. Billy and I used to go out most Friday nights. That changed, of course, when he met Solange and they had Lily. The Fridays were few and farther between.”
“And you got wasted every time you went out?”
His chuckle was like smooth, expensive silk against my skin. “Hardly. But I tested my limits sometimes. I met someone tonight who reminded me of those days.”
Involuntarily, I stiffened. “Oh, yeah? Was she pretty?”