The corner of his mouth lifts into a devious smirk. “The Charleigh I remember used to be sweet and kind.”
“I still am,” I whisper as my eyes flutter, barely able to focus on what Asher is doing to me. Stopping above my center, he brings the dipper to my pussy and slips it between my folds, quickly finding my clit.
“Shit,” I hiss, pulling my bottom lip under my teeth. I bite down and close my eyes.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
I do as he says, looking down at where the dipper meets my clit. He adds pressure but doesn’t move it otherwise. I roll my hips slightly, begging for him to move it.
“You think it was sweet to send me that text firing me?”
I moan, shamelessly rolling my hips again. I’m aching inside. “You think it was sweet for you to leave a note taped to my window before disappearing?”
Using his other hand, Asher’s fingers slip through my hair as he grips the back of my head. He gently tugs me back, exposing my neck. With the dipper pressed against my clit, and my back arched even more, the sensation inside me builds. I might come right now if he doesn’t start moving.
“I never claimed to be the sweet one.” He growls, slowly andfinally starting to work circles on my swollen clit. He brings his mouth to my ear. “What happened to you, Little Flower?”
A shiver breaks across my skin, and the gloves have come off. I roll my hips, the sticky wood bringing me closer to my orgasm.
“You,” I moan. “You happened.”
A switch is flipped.
His eyes flash with heat, carrying the weight of whatever emotions he’s kept inside. He’s hungry, but there’s a vulnerability there. Over the past several weeks, I haven’t been sure if I ever meant as much to Asher as he did to me. Memories become distorted and you start to question your own feelings. For some years, I’ve questioned if Asher truly existed. Did I make up my love for him? Did I love him more than he did me?
But every question is answered when he falls to his knees in front of me. “Let’s see how sweet you still are, Little Flower.”
Before my mind has a chance to catch up, Asher replaces the honey dipper pressed against my clit with his mouth. He’s fast and rough on me, his spit mixing with the honey coating my flesh. He sucks and bites down on the swollen bud. I hiss, feeling like I’m already going to explode.
I gave my virginity to Asher years ago, but I never felt him like this.
I can’t seem to get enough. My legs are draped over his shoulders, and my hands are in his hair, pressing him harder against me.
Heat builds in my belly, and my insides tighten. I want him inside me, but the sensation of Asher’s tongue against me begs him not to stop.
“Asher, I’m going to come if you keep doing what you’re doing.”
He pulls away but keeps his head between my thighs. Hislips glisten with the honey and my wetness as he smirks. “What makes you think I’m wanting to stop this?”
His mouth finds my clit again, but this time, he follows it by plunging the honey dipper inside me. He pumps it in and out, finding the spot that ultimately brings me over the edge. I’ve never felt anything like it, and after the initial shock, I can’t stop what’s coming.
Me.
Slipping his other hand up along my chest, he grips my breast before pinching my sticky, hardened nipple between his fingers. He twists them, and a delightful pain shoots straight to where his mouth is on me.
One lap of his tongue.
Two pumps of the honey dipper.
Another flick of the nipple, and I’m coming.
My legs shake and my hips rock, riding out my orgasm. Asher continues to move his mouth on me until I’ve almost caught my breath. But as he was before, he’s quick to move on. He stands between my still shaking legs, fire still burning in his eyes. He removes the dipper, then swipes two fingers along my wetness before bringing his fingers to his mouth. He shoves them between his lips and licks them clean. Then his hand grips my chin, pulling me up to meet his mouth.
“There,” he whispers. Heated, weighted breaths feather against my lips. “Now I know how sweet you still are.”
When he finally crashes his mouth against mine, he catches me on a breath. I inhale his oxygen, allowing it to fill every crevice of my lungs. I arch my back and wrap my legs around him tighter. I breathe out against his mouth, and it feels as if my body recollects every memory it’s forgotten from ten years ago. His touch feels the same yet distinctive. His mouth tastes the same but different.
My body is still humming from my orgasm,but I’m already wanting to go again. The taste of honey mixed with Asher and myself causes my heart to beat erratically.