She unclenched her teeth from the corner of the pillow. “Asher,” she breathed out, his name turning into a little whimpery gasp when he kept licking her. “Asher, stop, please. I can’t take any more. I’m going to die if you make me keep coming.”
His chuckle was pure male satisfaction. That was fine, let him be satisfied with himself. Job well-done. She certainly had no complaints. Her entire body felt like a nice, quivery puddle of well-licked goo. Her eyes closed and she ran her hands down her body as he set her thighs down and moved back up on the bed next to her. When she opened her eyes, his face was inches from hers, his lips reddened from his efforts.
“Want to taste yourself on me, sexy?” His face was flushed and sweaty, but his eyes were bright and she could feel the jut of his cock against her side, as insistent as ever. And she wanted to please him, especially after the effort he’d gone through to shatter her entire world—twice now.
So she lifted her mouth for a kiss, and when his tongue swept into her mouth and his hand caressed her face, holding her against him, Greer lost herself in the kiss. He tasted like Asher and . . . well, that musky taste had to be her own. A blush scalded through her, though she didn’t know why.
He nipped at her lower lip and then began to press small, attentive kisses to her face. “I’m the luckiest man alive right now, Greer.”
“Mmm.” She was the most boneless woman alive.
He lifted one of her arms and placed her hand against the back of his neck, indicating that he wanted her to hold on to him. She did, and he stroked his hand down her arm, caressing her skin, and then moving lower to tease her breast. Her nipples responded instantly, and to her surprise, another hot, dark surge of pleasure moved through her tired body.
“My Greer,” Asher murmured, and then his big body settled on top of her. He pressed another light kiss to her mouth, and then his hand slid to her thigh, pulling her legs apart so he could settle in between them. A moment later, she felt the hard press of his cock against her pussy.
His mouth claimed hers in another deep, intense kiss even as he pushed into her.
Greer gasped against his lips, startled. It didn’t hurt, but she’d been unprepared for the intense feeling of fullness, of stretching. Of possession. Of being completely owned by him.
“Did I hurt you?” His tongue flicked against her upper lip, as if coaxing her.
“I’m fine,” she breathed.
“Then can I move?” He nudged his hips and she felt him press deeper into her, and she realized that he wasn’t quite in all the way yet. At her nod, he moved his hips against her again, and the feeling of pressure and fullness continued to grow until she felt as if she were being impaled by something much larger than the cock she’d handled earlier.
But then he paused and began to kiss her again, pressing his lips over her face, her neck, and her ear over and over again. After a few moments, the tight feeling went away, but the sensation of being owned?
She felt that more than ever.
He pushed into her again, a small stab, and she made a soft noise in her throat. The sensation of him thrusting into her was like that night in the gardens, except . . . not. This time, there was no invasive feeling, no uncomfortable rasp of dry flesh shoving into hers. She was wet and slick and when he stroked into her again, it felt good deep inside her belly. He began to pump slowly into her, his movements careful and his gaze on her face, watching for her reactions.
And she? Well, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. So she ran her hands over his biceps and tried not to blush as he stared down at her with that intense, possessive look on his face as he stroked his cock into her. “Should I be doing more?” She asked after a moment.
His laugh was harsh, brief, as if he were about to lose his breath. “I think if you did any more, I’d bust my nut too early.” He buried his face against her neck, and when his tongue brushed against her skin, that ripple of pleasure returned to her body, and when he thrust once more, it seemed to ripple even deeper inside her. Oh. She wanted more of that. Her arms tightened around him and she gingerly lifted one hip, trying to meet his next thrust, to increase the friction between them.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he gritted. His hand went to her hip, and then he was holding her against him, at the angle he wanted. When he thrust into her again, it was harder than before, but it also hit her body in different spots. Again, that elusive ripple of pleasure returned to her belly. “Fuck, you are hot, Greer. I want you to come with me.”
She nodded, but when he started to thrust harder, that ripple didn’t return. Was she doing something wrong? Her brows creased with worry, and she held tighter to him as he pounded into her. It felt good, but it wasn’t the intense explosion like before when he’d slipped his fingers through her wet folds. It was more elusive, and she’d be damned if she knew how to find it. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to,” she told him, smoothing her hands over his shoulders. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out on his gorgeous body, and she couldn’t stop touching him. She wanted his weight bearing her down, covering her. She wanted to run her tongue all over him and watch him lose control. But that could wait for another day. “Don’t worry about me,” she whispered. “I already came twice.”
A growl escaped his throat. “Fuck that.” He pressed a quick, hard kiss to her mouth. “Get ready for number three.”
“Asher, I don’t—”
His hand moved between them, and then she felt his thumb push between her folds, sliding down to rest against her clit. Her voice died because in the next moment, he thrust.