His cock flexes, and his hand squeezes the base while he moans. “You can’t say shit like that, baby.” A bead of clear fluid leaves the slit, and I have the crazy urge to dip my finger and bring the droplet to my mouth.
So I do.
The action has a sound rumbling in Asher’s chest and he picks me up and throws me on the bed. I bounce on the soft comforter and the flames from the fireplace have heated the blankets, so I sink into a cloud of warm softness.
Asher kisses the middle of my chest as he hovers over me and I wait again for the anxiety, but nothing. He sucks a sensitive, hard nipple into his mouth while plunging a finger inside me, then sliding the thick digit in and out.
“Your tits are fucking perfect. One day, I’m going to fuck them, baby. I’m going to come all over them and then I’m going to hand feed you my seed. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
A whine escapes me from his filthy talk and when he slides another finger in, stretching me more than I’m used to, another orgasm slams against me, and this time, the gush of hot liquid drips over his fingers.
Darkness tints the edges of my line of sight, but I do my best to stay conscious because I want another.
And another.
I want to drown in the liberation Asher is giving me.
Sixteen
Heaven
How the hell am I supposed to keep myself from losing it in two seconds when I slide into her? The way her body moves, the way she reacts to me, every slide of my fingers, every push of my tongue, she’s falling apart for me. It’s bringing me closer to the edge.
Now, my hand is dripping with sweet nectar from her last orgasm. I slide my fingers out of her tightness and coat my cock with her juices before licking my fingers clean. “Do you want a taste?” I ask her. Her eyes slide up my body from my cock, and when her eyes land on me, she nods.
My eager little vixen.
I gloss her lips, then shove my fingers in her mouth. Her tongue is wicked as she licks me clean and I’m already imagining what her mouth will feel like wrapped around me and sucking me as far as she can.
Fisting my cock, I give myself a few pumps before the base of my spine tingles and the threat of an orgasm has me stopping.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, noticing when I close my eyes and start too count out loud to one hundred.
“I’m close. Fuck, I’m already so close.”
She sits up and drags her nails along my thighs which has me falling over, catching myself with my palm before squishing her. Heather wraps her small fingers around my cock, pumping once, tightening her tentative grip, then pumping twice. I thrust my hips, wanting to fuck the tight space she’s making with her hand.
“Baby, you feel so good. Fuck, I’m barely hanging on.”
“So don’t. We have forever, right? Surely, this can happen again.”
In the blink of an eye my plan changes. My recovery time is amazing, but I didn’t want her to feel pressured. Her hot pussy will grip me, I’ll come, then I’ll continue to make love to her. That’s what’s going to happen. This isn’t going to be rushed. This isn’t some quick fuck.
Laying before me is my future and I’m going to show her how much I’m looking forward to it. Still, no matter how much I want her, I’m apprehensive. What if she really isn’t ready? “Are you sure?”
She does he own impression of an annoyed snarl, then flips me onto my back, and slams herself down on me. I was n
ot expecting that to happen. The last thing I ever thought she’d do is take control. And I wasn’t ready because my toes curl, my cock tightens, and I come deep, hard, and long while she’s still trying to get adjusted to me.
“Oh, damn it!” I cry out, arching my hips to try and get deeper with every rope that leaves me. “Fuck,” I nearly sob from how good she feels. Never in my life have I ever felt as good as I do in this moment with her.
“I can feel you dripping out of me,” she groans, painfully and with pleasure.
Another stream shoots out, coating her insides once more. My hands land on her hips and I’m barely breathing at this point. Someone come check my fucking pulse. “You little devil,” I say through tight teeth and she giggles.
It isn’t funny.
No man wants to last one minute with his girl. Sure, it’s been a month and half, and the way I feel about her heightens the experience, but damn it, it’s still a kick to the damn ego.