Asher (Ashes & Embers 6)

Her lips and thighs part simultaneously, wanting more. She grips my ass, her palms warm and possessive. I caress her sweet folds, gliding my fingers over the silkiness of her delicate skin. A low moan escapes her lips when I slowly slide a finger inside her. She’s so wet, I almost lose my mind. My cock throbs against her leg as I insert a second finger and circle her clit with my thumb, teasing her further. She pulls me up to her, and I kiss her hungrily as she gasps for breath against my lips.

Her breath is hot—her pussy is hotter.

“Asher…” she pants as she grinds against my fingers moving languidly in and out of her. “I want you…please…”

She reaches for my cock as I push her legs farther apart, guiding me to her. Her pussy is tight as a vise, hot and soaking, as I slowly push into her. She gasps at the first inch and reaches up to clench my shoulders, pulling me down to her waiting lips, pulling me deeper inside her.

My mind is spinning like a carousel. Wanting to go fast. Wanting to go slow. Wanting to do everything right.

Wanting to just hold on to this moment forever so it never ends.

“I love you,” I whisper between kisses, stilling myself. She wraps her legs around my waist, holding me deep inside her.

I feel owned. Wanted. Loved. Home.

“I want to stay like this forever,” she whispers back, gently moving her fingers through my hair.

We kiss. Long. Slow. Deep. Soft. Not moving. Melding together. Our hearts beat against each other. Her walls relax, and I sink farther into her. We rock slowly together, lost in the waves of ecstasy flowing through us.

She stares up into my eyes, hers shimmering with emotion. “I finally feel home. I finally feel like you’re mine.”

Echoes of my exact thoughts.

I brush my fingers across her flushed cheek. “Baby, you’ve always been home. And I’ve always, forever, been yours.”

I move in and out of her with long, slow strokes, delving deeper each time. She clenches around me and moves her hips in rhythm with mine. It’s a perfect dance. Our bodies and hearts reconnecting.

Remembering.

Her eyes close, and her head falls back into the fluffy pillows, a content, beautiful smile on her lips as she rides the waves with me, lost in that euphoric place. I want to capture the moment like a snapshot and cherish it. It’s been too long since I’ve seen her look so incredibly happy and at peace.

I vow to do whatever I can to make her—us—this happy every day, for the rest of our lives. To never forget how we almost lost it forever.

Oblivious to my thoughts, she grips my waist, pulling my thrusts deeper and harder into her with new urgency. I dive into her neck, ravenous for her, kissing her, sucking her flesh between my teeth. The scent of her perfume, the sound of her ragged breathing, intoxicates me.

Crying out, she arches up into me, wanting more. Closer. Harder. Deeper. Witnessing her come undone with me, being buried inside her, drives me wild and right to the brink of my control. We explode together, her name on my lips, mine on hers.

It’s perfect and cathartic and worth every second of waiting to be with her. I’d have waited a thousand years to make love to my wife again.

After, when she’s warm and mewing into my neck with sighs of pleasure, I reclaim her soft lips. Our bodies are still melded together, muscles relaxing, heartbeats lulling.

In a moment, I’ll pull the comforter over us, wrap her in a love burrito, and sing her to sleep.

But first, I lean up on my elbows and cradle her head in my hands.

“Open your eyes, baby,” I whisper. “Let me see you.”

Her lids slowly open, and she smiles. “I love you,” she murmurs dreamily.

I’ve needed to see my wife looking back at me with love and recognition in her eyes for so fucking long.

Finally, finally I do.

I see her.

Chapter Fifty-Two

I wake with a jolt and a gasp.

My chest heaves in time with my racing heart.

Beside me, Asher stirs awake and leans over me to study my face. “Babe? You okay?”

I put on a smile and summon up my voice. “I think I had a dream.”

Tightening his arms around me, he nudges his nose along my cheek and kisses my mouth. “I think I’m in a dream,” he murmurs. “Tell me you’re really here, and we just had the most amazing sex ever. Tell me it wasn’t a dream.”

I smile, feeling safe and warm with my husband under the new soft sheets. “It wasn’t a dream.”

It was wonderful, loving, sensual, and everything I hoped making love with Asher would be.

“Thank God,” he breathes, moving his lips down to kiss my throat, his hand moving beneath me to cup my ass, pulling me closer to him. Suddenly, his head pops up. “Are you hungry? I’m starving.”