He pushes my hair aside and plants his mouth on the nape of my neck. His thumbs slip beneath the garter of my panties and tug them just below my hips, just low enough so he can slip his fingers inside me from behind. They slide in easily.
My body welcomes them, remembering the sensation they gave me just hours before. My mind gives in to the pleasure, knowing resistance is futile. All I can do is try to keep standing as Asher’s fingers move inside me. When my knees and elbows start to tremble, I bend forward, leaning on my elbows. My nipples brush against the cold marble. Moans spill from my lips.
Asher’s fingers reach in deeply and I let out a soft cry. They press against spots hidden deep inside me, spots that turn me into a mess inside and out. And yet, they feel so good that I can’t stop moving my hips against him, wanting those digits even deeper.
No. I want something else even deeper.
When Asher withdraws his fingers, I think I might be getting it. Instead, his arm goes around me. His fingers search for my nub.
I grab his wrist as I straighten up and lean against him. Then I place his fingers where they should be. They start to strum and my body arches. My head crashes against his shoulder.
Asher kisses my neck as he strokes my breast and my sensitive nub. I turn my head and our mouths collide. But then the pleasure from his fingers becomes too much and I have to break the kiss to let out a gasp. I cling to his arms as I try not to collapse on the floor.
His fingers enter me once more and I tremble. He starts to move them in and out of me and I grind against him, wanting more. I feel something hard poke my back and excitement shoots through my veins.
It’s exactly what I want.
I turn around and go down on my knees so that my face is at the same level as his crotch. Then I lower his boxers to free his cock. I already saw much of it this morning, but the sight of it hard and leaking still takes my breath away.
I wrap my fingers around the base and press a kiss against the tip. Some of the liquid oozing there ends up on my lips. I leave it there as I brush my lips against the side of his cock, spreading the substance on his skin. Then I clean it up with the tip of my tongue.
Asher’s hands land on my shoulders and grip them firmly as a shiver goes through him. He sucks in a deep breath.
I continue to lick his cock all the way to the base. Then I take his balls gently in my hand and press a solemn kiss on the soft skin as if in apology for hurting them before. I still can’t believe I did that.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper against them before bringing out my tongue.
“It’s fine,” Asher tells me hoarsely. “Just be… gentle with them from now on.”
I try to do that. I try not to apply too much pressure on them with my mouth or with my fingers. I simply cradle them in my palm and plant kisses on them. Then I turn my attention back to his cock. I lick the tip, which sends another shiver through him, then I wrap my lips around it.
I take his cock slowly inside my mouth. I can’t take much of it, but what I can I rub with my tongue. I suck and Asher’s fingers bite into my skin.
His hands move to my hair as I start to move my head back and forth. His fingers get lost among the curls. I move my head faster and feel the friction build. My lips grow numb from the heat.
Suddenly, Asher holds my head steady and takes over. He jerks his hips, thrusting his cock into my mouth. He shoves it in and I almost gag. Tears bead in the corners of my eyes.
Then he pulls away. I fall back on my heels as I take gulps of air. He grabs my arms and pulls me to my feet.
“I’m sorry.” Asher wipes the corners of my eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
I shake my head. “It’s… fine.”
I was just surprised, that’s all.
Asher strokes my cheeks. As his eyes gaze into mine, I once more find myself unable to breathe. He cups my face and gives me a kiss. It’s so tender that my heart skips a beat.
I don’t care what just happened. Everything has been perfect. Well, almost. There’s one more thing I want. And I know Asher does, too.
He turns me around once more. As he pulls my panties down to my ankles, I bend over the counter again. He kisses the back of my shoulder as he grips my hips. He enters me with a single thrust and I cry out.