He grins at me. "You'll see." He hitches my leg around his hip and then freezes, lifting his head to meet my gaze again. "Are you on birth control?"
"Yes."
"I know this if your first time, angel baby. I'll get a condom if you want me to," he says. "I haven't been with anyone in years and I've always worn a condom, but I don't want to wear one with you. I want to feel you."
"Don't," I whisper, knowing it's risky. Not because I don't trust him—I do. But birth control can fail. I'm still in college. Having babies now would be a lot to take on. Part of me wants them anyway. I think part of him does too. I see the truth lurking in his eyes, the little gleam that says the thought of getting me pregnant turns him on.
"I'll be gentle with you the first time," he promises, lining himself up at my entrance. He runs the head of his cock around my entrance, teasing me again. He's always teasing me, trying to make me crazy. I think he gets off on what he does to me and how easily he does it.
Little by little, he pushes inside me.
"Fucking hell," he growls when he finally gets the head of his cock inside me. "It's going to take years to loosen this little thing up, Kennedy. You're so tight."
"Asher," I sob, writhing beneath him. It hurts and doesn't hurt at the same time. I feel stretched and already full. I dig my nails into his back, tilting my head back.
He seeks my mouth with his. His tongue touches my lip, demanding entry. As soon as I give it to him, he thrusts inside me. My hymen tears, making both of us cry out. He goes completely still as I sob his name. It hurts like hell, way worse than the tattoo. Tears leak from my eyes as the pain works its way through me, setting me on fire.
"I love you, angel baby," he growls, his tone gentle and so full of love, it sends more tears trickling down my cheeks. "So fucking much, it's unreal."
"I l-love you too," I cry, clinging to him, writhing in agony and delight.
"Breathe for me, sweetheart," he says, kissing away my tears. "It'll stop hurting in a second, I promise. You just gotta keep breathing through it."
I suck in a deep breath and let it out on a sob.
He tracks kisses down my cheeks and then nibbles at my lips before taking my mouth in a deep kiss. It's possessive and adoring at the same time. I taste myself on him, the salt of my tears mixed with the taste of my orgasm.
We kiss for what feels like forever. Eventually, the pain fades, replaced with pleasure as his kiss sends me climbing back toward the ledge he tipped me over earlier.
When I relax beneath him, retracting my nails from his skin, his hips surge forward an inch.
I cry out in pleasure this time.
He surges forward again, impaling me on him. When he's all the way inside, his head kicks back. "Oh fuck…yes!" he roars into the room.
It's the single most erotic sound I've ever heard, so full of pleasure it makes me dizzy with power. I made him feel that way.
"You okay, angel baby?" he asks, checking on me.
My heart overflows with love for him. Even in the throes of his pleasure, he's worried about me, thinking about me.
"More, Asher," I demand.
"More?"
I nod.
His mouth meets mine again as he begins to move. He kisses me sweetly even as he snaps his hips back and then thrusts forward. He moves like a storm inside me, surging forward, striking deep. My head lolls on the pillow. I grip him tighter, trying to pull him closer, make him go deeper.
It feels like heaven is alive inside me, dancing and spinning and twisting beneath my skin and through my veins.
He growls against my mouth and goes harder, pounding inside me. The bed rocks beneath me, creaking with each hard thrust. He's right about the piercing. I feel it dragging along my inner walls and I love it.
Wordless sobs pour from my throat, spilling out into the room around us.
He's everywhere, kissing every inch of me he can reach. His mouth tracks down my shoulder. His tongue dances across my collarbone. He leaves fresh marks on my breasts. Little groans leave his lips as he worships me with his hands, mouth, and body, claiming me all the way down to my soul.
He's my conundrum again, the perfect mix of hard and soft.