“Yes,” I hear him moan in delight.
Then I can feel it.
I can feel exactly what he’s feeling as I flow into him, completing him. I feel his arms straining with his weight. His fingers and claws hooked into the bed.
I feel what his cock feels as it slams into the grip of my walls, soaked with my wetness.
Not only am I being fucked, I’m doing the fucking.
It’s too much.
Experiencing both his pleasure and my pleasure at the same time is too much for me to handle.
The maelstrom that’s been circling around me finally sucks me into its unforgiving depths. My own pleasure yanks me beneath the surface, but it’s Asher’s impending orgasm that drags me choking and screaming into utter madness.
My core clamps down on his thickness and spasms.
His balls tighten up and his cock jerks a second before spilling inside me.
I can feel it all, and all at the same time.
My walls squeeze and milk every drop of my climax out of him while he pours out his very being.
Our two climaxes are very different, but they merge together and become one in my mind.
As I shudder and cry out from the force of coming undone and losing all control, he’s moaning and grinding deep, caught in the urgent rush of release.
It’s been years… hundreds and hundreds of years since he’s been able to come so hard. Since he’s been able to achieve true relief.
The heavy ache he’s been carrying around is gone. The burden unloaded in the fluttering grip of my pussy.
When it’s all done. When the spasms finally fade away and his cock squeezes out one last drop of cum, we stare at each other.
Complete.
Twenty-Two
Chloe
Slipping my legs off his shoulders, Asher gathers me up in his arms and rolls onto his side.
I whimper into his chest when he pulls me close. My legs twitching and shaking as I stretch them out.
The rise and fall of his chest slows as he just holds me. The effects of everything wearing off.
I can still feel him inside me, connected to me, but it’s not as strong or as intense. I’m not feeling what he’s feeling. I don’t feel what his arms feel wrapped around me.
All I feel is his… joy.
To finally have this moment.
It’s like a warm brick pressing against my ribs, where my heart is.
With a start, I realize I haven’t felt my heart beat this entire time. I know after what we just did it should be beating like crazy. But there’s nothing moving in my chest.
There’s only the buzzing heat of Asher’s presence.
My blood is cycling through my veins, my lungs are still working, but my heart is still and unmoving.
It doesn’t make sense.
Asher’s arms tighten around me as he senses my distress. “I know it’s disturbing, my love, but you’ll get used to it eventually. We all do.”
Through the connection he soothes me with a burst of warmth and rubs his hands up and down my back. His big palms tracing my spine.
My worry tries to dig in its heels and turn into panic, but it’s quickly driven away by Asher’s tender touch.
There’s nothing to fear, he reassures me. I would never let anything happen to you.
I begin to quickly relax again. My body melting against his.
My knees bump into his knees as I wiggle closer. Moving one leg, he hooks me by the ankle with his foot and drags my thigh between his. Shifting me until we’re completely wrapped around each other.
Arms draped around his neck, my fingers find his nape and begin to lazily play with his hair.
Every so often he places a kiss against the top of my head. Softening against me with contentment.
Minutes and possibly hours drift away as we lie in each other’s arms. Flesh against flesh. Nothing between us.
Letting all the new and incredible stuff settle.
Until Asher unwraps one arm from around me and tips my chin to look up at him. “Look at me, beautiful.”
Lifting my lashes from my cheeks, I peer up at him, and it’s like I’ve opened my eyes for the very first time.
His face… it’s changed, I think and draw back in surprise.
Somehow he’s even more beautiful. His skin is perfect. Too perfect. Like someone has airbrushed away all his imperfections. I search for a flaw but can find none. Not a pore, nor a wrinkle. Not even the faintest of lines.
And his eyes… his eyes are brilliant and stunning. They’re more than green… They’re every green ever made. Colored from the leaves on trees. The grass springing from the ground. The finest gemstones to ever grace a ring. Emerald, jade, and everything in between.
There are also tiny sparks of gold I never noticed before. Stars floating and bursting around his pupils.
Asher says my name to get my attention. “Chloe.”
“Yes?” I exhale, still stunned and trapped by his eyes.