My response gets lost as he backs me toward his bed, kissing me the whole time. He loses clothes along the way, shedding them like skin. His shoes and socks and pants litter the path we take. By the time he pushes me gently backward onto his bed, his shirt and my bra have joined the pile.
"Asher!" I gasp, arching upward when he covers one breast with his palm and the other with his mouth. He draws hard at my nipple and I feel it deep inside my core. My clit pulses as if the two are connected.
He plays with them until I'm writhing beneath him, lost to pleasure.
He pulls back to kiss a trail down my body. He leaves little love bites along the way, as if they're the clothing he shed on our path across the floor. Somehow, he seems to know every sensitive spot on my body. He seeks every one of them out, teasing me with little bites that have me breaking a sweat.
He's implacable, full of some energy I have no name for, no experience with. It's…sexy as hell. He is sexy as hell. All hot and hard and wicked. By the time he works his way down my body, I'm on the verge of an orgasm. He carefully removes my pants before tossing them over the side of the bed. Once they're gone, he sits back on his heels. His eyes rake like fire up and down my body.
"Jesus Christ, Kennedy," he says, breathing hard. "You're a knockout."
I blush at his compliment and the awe in his tone. He makes me feel beautiful, sexy in a way I never have before. No one has ever looked at me like they want to worship and devour me at the same time, not the way he does.
I love it.
He slips his hand between my legs, touching me through my panties. I gasp and arch upward, shocked at how good it feels.
"Soaked," he growls, prying my legs apart. He watches what he's doing to me, fixating on me as if the sight of his hand rubbing me through my panties is fascinating to him. He plays with me like I'm a toy, touching every part of me, teasing me mercilessly.
My panties cling to my sex, soaked through as he drives me higher and higher and then somehow higher. And then his hand comes down on me in a smack.
"Asher!" I cry out, jolting upward in a curious mix of shock and pleasure. It doesn't hurt. It feels…incredible.
He does it again and then again before he growls and rips my panties down my legs. He's between them faster than I thought possible. He runs his mouth up the inside of my right thigh and then down the inside of my left, teasing me again.
My heart races, thundering like a thousand hooves pounding across the ground. My face flames when he uses two fingers to part my lower lips. A big part of me wants to slam my legs closed to hide from his gaze. Another part thrills at the way his nostrils flare and a loud growl rips from his lips.
He dips his head, his tongue swiping through my folds.
I cry his name and cling to the sheets as a shock of pleasure rolls through me.
"Fucking hell," he groans. His hands sink into my bottom, dragging me closer to his mouth. And dear God…that filthy, delightful mouth.
I think I stop breathing as he eats me. He's loud and messy and rough, pulling me closer to him, digging his fingers into my bottom to keep me where he wants me. He snarls and growls like a starving animal.
"Just like fucking peaches," he growls, lifting his head for a brief moment to look at me. The heat glittering in his eyes…oh Lord, he's feral with lust and so damn sexy.
My core clenches.
He dips his head again, attacking my center. He bites and licks, uses his tongue ring against my clit until I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. Loud cries echo around the room, but I can't seem to stop them. My body belongs to him now. He commands it.
"Goddamn, I can barely fit in this tiny thing," he curses, trying to work two fingers inside me. He nips at my inner thigh, all impatient and grumpy about it, and then immediately goes back to playing with my clit. When he finally gets his fingers inside me, he growls his triumph.
He touches some spot inside me.
"Asher!"
"You like that?" He doesn't give me a chance to answer. He does it again, setting the tip of his tongue against my clit and jiggling it at the same time.
I wail as an orgasm tears through me, leaving me stunned. It decimates me, shattering me into tiny little pieces of pleasure. I shake beneath him, trying to ride it out. He touches that place inside me again and sends me catapulting skyward before I even have a chance to come back down.
I finally fall limp beneath him, sucking air into my lungs as if I'm starving for oxygen.
He prowls up my body and hovers over me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Can't wait to feel that on my cock, Kennedy," he says, yanking his boxers down. "You screamed my name and I almost came all over myself."
"Asher," I gasp, staring at his penis. He's long and thick enough to make me squirm, wondering how he's possibly going to fit inside me. But the part that shocks me is the silver barbell piercing the broad head of his erection. It glistens where precum has dripped down it, wetting it. "It's pierced."
"Obviously," he teases, chuckling. He grips himself in his fist, stroking along his length. "It's called an apadravya. You'll love it, angel baby."
"I…did it hurt?"
"Like a motherfucker."
"Then why…?"