I swallow my sob. “This is overwhelming.”
He nods. “Agreed.”
“This is incredible,” I reassure him since I’m a basket case.
His lips curve even more. “And we’re not even done yet.”
Swoon. Yes, I swoon. His fingers bite into my thighs as he thrusts into me. It’s so hard, it brings me up on my tippy-toes. He presses his forehead into mine as he thrusts, each one harder than the last, until I am completely off my feet. He brings his hand to my other knee, pr
essing it into the wall as he fucks me hard and with purpose. It feels so damn good, and he’s hitting all the right spots. I may have teased him for his confidence in his abilities, but he wasn’t joking. He knows how to move his body into mine. His hips are dangerous, and the rhythm is an all-out mindfuck. Out of nowhere, I come hard around his cock. As I squeeze him, his moans get deeper and throatier. I swear, I may have come again from the dirtiness of his sounds. It feels as if his fingernails are breaking my skin as he holds me in place, thrusting up into me with so much force, I feel it everywhere.
I open my eyes, taking him in, and I know I’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight. His shoulders are taut, his jaw is clenched, and sweat drips down his forehead and chest, getting lost in his chest hair. I lean in, taking his mouth with mine, and then he shatters. It’s as if his soul leaves his body and then slams back in with the way he jerks into me. I drop my head back into the door as he groans loudly against my mouth. I feel his heart pounding in his chest as I trail kisses down his jaw and neck.
Once he catches his breath, he opens his eye and then smiles big. “Two things.”
I nod, still breathing as hard as he is. “I’m surprised you can think. I know you’re talking, but I’m unsure I’m able to hear you.”
He laughs and I grin. “Same. But I didn’t have a condom and I was selfish and didn’t look for one either, but I know you’re on birth control. So, you may be wrong, and I may very well be a closet fuckboy.”
I shake my head, fighting to hold back my laughter. “You’re not. We know each other.”
He leans in, moving his lips along mine. “I know, but still. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Fucked me against the wall or not worn a condom?”
His eye meets mine. “The condom part, because there was no stopping once I started.” I lick his top lip, and he smiles. “Secondly, I have never—and I mean, never ever—felt like that during sex. With anyone.”
I swallow hard, my eyes locking with his one. “Me either.”
Asher nods, sliding his nose along mine. “Can you give me a ride back to my place so I can regenerate and we can do it again?”
I exhale against his lips. “You make it sound like I killed you or something.”
He grins. “You did and ruined me for anyone else in this world.”
I bite into my lip as I get lost in his gray eye. “If everything goes the way I want it to, there won’t be anyone else.”
I see the apprehension in his gaze, but he masks it with a grin. “I like the sound of that.”
He takes my mouth. He can try to hide his fear, but I know it’s there. I know he isn’t lying to me; he wants this. He does, but he is scared. He doesn’t want to lose me, and I don’t want to lose him, but knowing he isn’t as confident in what we could have as I am scares the living shit out of me.
But this, us, is a chance I refuse not to take.
Chapter Nineteen
Asher
I always thought that it was so overdramatic and fake in movies when a couple started getting it on but then it cut to them falling back in bed all tired and spent, but now I realize maybe their sex is like Ally’s and mine. I fall back into my bed, unable to breathe, shaking all over, tired out of my mind, drained, and kicking myself for not doing this earlier with Ally.
I was a dumbass.
A really blind dumbass, and at the time, I had two good eyes.
Beside me, Ally gasps for breath along with me. I’m covered in sweat, throbbing in all the right places, and exhausted to the point where I’m going to need more than a drive home to regenerate. I’m gonna need a nap and maybe some sushi.
I draw in a deep breath as she cuddles into my side, gliding her fingers through the hair on my chest. Jasmine used to hate my chest hair, complained about it, but I didn’t care. I don’t mind it. I move my fingers up Ally’s back, loving the bumps of her spine and softness of her before nuzzling my nose in her hair.
“I lied,” I whisper, and she cuddles closer.