“Oh my… stars…” Emily pants. “It doesn’t matter if I’m good at this. You’re good at it. So good”
“I told you that you were perfection.”
“Your tongue is perfection.”
I smile before I use my tongue to worship her clit. I know what she needs, and even though I wanted to draw this out, I can feel her straining for release. I want to give it to her. That pleasure. That wonder. I tease her entrance while I swirl my tongue over her clit, then I push my finger in, filling her.
“Oh my god, Asher…” She writhes above me, her body taking over.
I can feel her straining, and when I thrust up into her and suckle her clit hard, she shatters. Her fingers curl hard into my hair, and she nearly rips my ear off with the other hand. Her tight, slick passage squeezes around my finger as her clit pulses below my tongue. She pants and moans through her climax.
“Holy cheese and crackers,” she cries. “Asher. More. Please. Don’t freaking stop.”
How could she have thought she wasn’t good at this? She’s the most beautiful goddess that was ever created. She’s soaking wet, and I lap at her sweet juices, tasting her pleasure. She’s so sweet and rich that my body aches with a ferocity I’ve never known. God, I want to be inside her. I also want this to be perfect for her, which involves letting her tell me what she wants. If she’s not ready for that, then I’m ready to keep on doing whatever she commands I do.
Even if it’s just to lay beside her and hold her all night.
Which is, uh, something I’ve never done before.
Yes, that’s right. I’m one of those guys who doesn’t do cuddling. Partly because it’s never been asked of me before. Intimacy isn’t exactly my specialty, but if it’s what Emily wanted, I would happily give it to her. Actually, more than happily, which makes my chest ache worse than my balls at the moment.
Emily cups my face when I raise it. “Please, don’t stop,” she whispers thickly. She can’t see me since the edge of the bed is hiding me from the waist down, but she can probably guess what’s going on for me south of the border. “I’d like to…to…taste you if I could,” she mumbles shyly.
“Taste me?” I grunt.
“Touch you…Is that alright? If I…if I enjoy you, I mean, I hope you’d enjoy it too.”
I groan like a feral pumpkin bitten by a mangy werewolf at the thought of Emily doing anything to me.
Emily blinks at me. “I hope that’s a yes. I mean, I know I’m probably not good at that either, but I’d—”
I have to wrap my fists tightly in the quilt on the bed to keep myself upright. Then, I cut the rest of her words off with a kiss that leaves both of us breathless. Emily thrusts her tongue into my mouth, tasting herself moaning, craving, and falling while I’m doing all of that too. Moaning. Craving. Falling.
“Oh yes,” I assure her between pants. “It most definitely is a yes.”
CHAPTER 13
Emily
I want to tug Asher up onto the bed, but I know I don’t stand a chance lifting him. Duh. But he gets up and stands right in front of me. I sit up and take in his rugged beauty. Every single detail from those broad shoulders to his hard-cut abs is sheer perfection. Even his nipples and the tiny amount of dark hair around his naval are sheer awesomeness. I also love the corded veins that run the length of each bulging muscle.
I gulp hard and continue to gape in open admiration. I’m not shy about it at all, and neither is Asher. I have to say if he were staring at me, and I was semi-nude, I’d be just a tad self-conscious. I’m not all bulgy and cut like he is, though. I mean, the female version of it, whatever that might be. Lush and curvy? Busty? Big-bottomed? Jeez. I don’t even know what is actually trendy right now.
Which is fine. Anyway, I’d really like for Asher to take off his pants, though I’m not sure how to ask without appearing very forward or slightly horribly desperate, so I scoot forward on the bed and reach out. I run my finger over the sheer delight that is his ridged stomach until I reach his pants. Wordlessly, I slip them open and undo the zipper. Suit pants are much easier to undo than jeans, thank goodness.
“I’d like these off,” I whisper, giving voice to my desires even though I wasn’t planning on it. I tug hard, but Asher’s hands grasp mine.
“I wasn’t sure how far you wanted to take this.”
“As far as, uh, well…until it, yeah. As far as it goes and as much as it takes?”