I get lost in him like always, clinging to him as my body explodes to life, aching to take him inside again. No matter how many times he makes love to me, it's never enough to satisfy me. I want him endlessly, ache for him when he's not inside me. I love the dirty things he does to me and the filthy things he says when he's inside me.
He wasn't lying all those years ago when he told me he couldn't wait to show me all the ways he could make me scream his name. He also wasn't lying when he told me he was rough and dirty. He fucks me so hard sometimes, I can't catch a breath.
I wear his love bites every day, just like he wears my claw marks. He's tied me down and tied me up, spanked me, gagged me, and tormented me with more pleasure than I thought I could stand.
I love it.
"Asher," I breathe when he slides my robe off my shoulders. His mouth follows, his lips skimming over my shoulder and then down my collarbone. He nips at me as we work together to get his boxers and pajama pants off him. They pool in the floor at our feet before he's lifting me into his arms and thrusting into me.
I cry out, my head thumping against the bathroom wall as my legs twine around his waist. He kisses me everywhere he can reach before focusing on my breasts. Those, he teases until I'm sobbing his name and digging my heels into his back, using his body as leverage to lift myself up and then slam myself back down on him.
"Fuck yes," he growls, helping to ride me up and down his cock. "You're still so fucking tight, Kennedy. Jesus. Take what you want, angel baby. Use me to get yourself off."
I do, with my nails in his shoulders and my back against the wall. I lift and drop again and again, moaning his name as pleasure spirals through me in ever-widening ripples.
He spreads my cheeks, working his finger inside me.
I lose track of everything then.
"I love this little hole too," he growls against my throat, working his finger in and out of me, driving me higher and higher. "I'm taking it again now that you're pregnant, Kennedy."
I cry out his name, my inner muscles clamping down on him.
"I think you want it as much as I do."
"I do!" I cry, unable to lie to him. The things he does to me…I love every single one of them. Nothing we do together shames me. No matter how dirty he gets or how hard he takes me, there's always just as much love and tenderness involved.
He pries me away from the wall and carries me into our bedroom.
I whimper when he pulls out of me.
"On your hands and knees," he orders me, tapping me on the thigh.
I quickly scramble into position, lifting my ass into the air for him.
"Fuck," he growls, running one hand over my ass. "I'd keep you like this if I could do it, angel baby. I love seeing both of these little holes waiting for me."
"They're yours," I moan.
He moves away from me for a minute. The dresser drawer opens.
I writhe on the bed in anticipation.
A few seconds later, he's back. Lube slides down the crevice of my ass. I lurch forward, shocked by how cool it is against my skin. Shock fades quickly when he puts his hands on me, playing with my clit until I'm squirming beneath him and begging for release.
He doesn't make me beg long. He presses a finger against the tight ring of muscle and then slips it into me. I moan, laying my cheek against the bed. He plays with me for several moments, trying to prepare me.
I tremble with excitement when he lines himself up with my bottom and slowly pushes inside. No matter how many times he takes me this way, I can't ever seem to get used to how incredibly big he is, like he's splitting me open. I bite my lip, fighting through the uncomfortable sensation, knowing how much pleasure waits on the other side.
"Easy, angel," he croons once the head of his cock slips inside me. He pauses to let me adjust to him. One finger runs in circles around my clit.
When I'm moaning and pushing back against him, he wraps one hand around my hip and eases forward again. We do this a few times, with him stopping every couple of inches, until I'm impaled on him and he's breathing hard.
"Christ. I forgot how tight you are this way," he growls, leaning over me to kiss all over my upper back. "I'm not going to last."
He says that every time.
"You lead, angel baby," he says. "I want to watch you fucking yourself with my cock."
Oh…jeez.
"Asher," I moan.