Page 68 of Poinsettia Lane

Everly’s arms prickle as the hair stands on end. Her head rushes with blood and she gets lost in the blur of his bright green eyes so close to hers. Their lips meet and passion explodes from every pore on her body. Every touch and slide of his fingers burns her skin. She clutches his biceps, feeling the muscles flex under her hands as he grips the backs of her thighs and lifts her into his arms. Her legs circle his waist and he moans into her mouth as he pushes her back into the closed door she was sitting against only minutes ago.

The distress of earlier somehow feels like another lifetime. The memory of a fading nightmare. Her body iswaking up under his lips and tongue and teeth and hands, and she wants more.

She wants it all.

Spearing her fingers into his hair Everly drags at him, attempting to pull him closer when the opposite happens. Asim lets out an awkward chuckling groan as he tips his head away from hers and looks around the office. His eyes light on her couch, but then he shakes his head as his eyes travel the length of it.

“Remember when I told you I wouldn’t rush? I’d have you in a bed and I’d take my time? I plan to have you begging for more until you can’t, but I won’t do that here. Not for our first time together," he says.

“Your room?” Everly doesn’t want to wait even the few minutes it would take to get back to her place. He nods and opens the door without setting her down.

“Back pocket," Asim mutters into her mouth when they arrive at his door, and she reaches down, struggling to extract his key card as his lips roam her neck. Finally she gets it, and he steps inside before slamming the door and pushing her up against it again.

As soon as they step in, Everly tugs impatiently at his shirt. She’s seen the divine, carved muscles of his body before, and she wants to trace every ridge with her tongue.

Asim obliges and helps with her efforts, pinning her hips to the wall with his, then angling his torso and grabbing the back of his collar with one hand. He yanks the shirt off over his head and flings it to the floor.

Everly dives in, licking and sucking her way down his throat and he groans again, vibrating under her touch. He spins around and carries her toward the bedroom, a messy, stumbling walk around unfamiliar furniture. They don’t quite make it when she nips at his neck and he pushes her against another wall, whooshing the air out of her lungs and making her laugh breathlessly at the look of feral desire on his face.

“Take it off before I rip it,” he growls, low and hoarse, and although Everly isn’t sure what specifically he’s talking about, she wastes no time getting rid of her shirt as he starts walking again, and is working her way out of her bra when he tosses her onto the bed.

She lets out an “oof” as she bounces on the mattress, flinging the bra away and then looking up to see him frozen above her. His eyes are glued to her body, racing from her navel to her breasts, to her throat and dark hair splayed out on the cream bedspread beneath her.

“I have never seen anyone so exquisite," he says, and she flushes from the praise, her entire neck and chest turning pink.

Asim leans down and traces her blush with his tongue, peppering kisses on her skin and leaving goose bumps in his wake. He travels down her neck and circles her breasts, cupping one in his palm while tracing the other with his mouth. Everly whimpers at his teasing when he gets so close to her nipple, but doesn’t directly touch it. She doesn’t think they have ever been this tight and hard, and the torture of not having his tongue on them is almost painful.

He huffs out a rumbling chuckle just above the skin of her breast and she feels it puff against her.

“Impatient, my darling?” he asks.

Everly grabs his hair and yanks, pulling his mouth to her and arching up into him so there’s no avoiding it; she’s getting what she wants. This time, she feels the vibration of his laugh through her nipple, and she moans at the sensation. His tongue circles her, then he gently bites down, teeth scraping sensitive flesh as he pinches the other and rolls it between his thumb and finger. She throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut at the sensation, reveling in the feeling of being here with him, with nothing stopping them this time.

Asim licks and kisses his way down to the waistband of her leggings before he pauses and pulls back, his fingers teasing along the edge and dipping under.

“May I?” he asks.

“Oh my god, please.” She’s desperate and she doesn’t care if he knows.

Asim smirks up at her, a heated glint in his eye, then takes his time tugging and rolling the leggings down her hips as she lifts for him, slipping first one leg and then the other off before he drops them at his feet by the side of the bed. She’s left in a simple, black silky thong that she put on for the sole purpose of not having panty linesthis morning, and she has never been more thankful for such a convenient, logical accident.

Grabbing her hands, Asim pulls her to her feet in front of him and steps back, dropping one hand and using the other to slowly spin her around. When she’s facing him again, his eyes are molten and hers widen at the intensity she sees there. He reaches down and adjusts himself in his sweatpants, and her eyes flare impossibly wider at the massive bulge tenting them.

Her mouth waters and Everly licks her lips, drawing his eyes there before he grabs her around the waist, lifting her again and yanking the thong off as he pushes her back on the bed and drops between her legs. He slides down to the foot of the massive mattress and flattens his body so his face is perfectly aligned with her core, then he throws her legs over his shoulders and uses his thumbs to spread her open to his hungry gaze.

Everly flushes, suddenly acutely aware of how bare she is. The bedspread and sheets are already a crumpled mess beneath her, stroking her flaming skin, and there is no inch of her that isn’t exposed to him.

“So pretty," Asim murmurs, and then he swipes his tongue straight up her slit, groaning in satisfaction. Everly arches at the sensation and her hands scramble for purchase, fisting in the sheets. He flicks her clit once and then pulls away, looking up her body into her eyes and then perusing slowly back down.

Asim reaches up, untangling her hands from the bedding and burying them in his hair instead. Everly’s fingers clench into his thick, dark locks as he licks her and she pulls him closer. She’s already at the edge; she’s thought of this moment for weeks, so it doesn’t take much to get there. Letting her eyes fall closed as she rides the waves of bliss, her core clenches around his fingers with his tongue on her clit and his name spilling like a prayer from her lips.

When she floats back down to reality, Asim is gently kissing his way up her body again and she smiles down at him, feeling languid and hazy in a world of contentment. He crawls over her and then twists his body down next to hers. He turns her onto her side, pulling her back against him and snuggling his face intoher neck. Everly sighs, happy, feeling on top of the world, and lets him hold her for a few minutes, relishing the closeness and physical contact.

Soon enough though, she wants to move. She pushes her hips back into him, feeling how hard he is against her still. His nuzzles turn more sensual as he starts kissing and sucking along her skin again, hitting a spot where her shoulder meets her neck that sends a shiver down her spine. He pauses, because of course he notices, and she feels his smirk against her skin as he stays there and teases.

Everly can play this game too, though. She reaches a hand between them and strokes up his shaft to the waistband of his sweatpants, then snakes her hand under it and palms his cock over his boxes. Asim’s hips thrust into her and her lips curve into a satisfied smirk of her own. Turning in his arms, she pulls back and tugs his pants down to his knees, not bothering to deal with them any further. Asim huffs and shuffles them off the rest of the way on his own while she starts to play.

Everly pushes him to his back and straddles his hips, eyes roving over every dip of muscle, every line of tattoo, every hair on his broad chest and navel. Leaning down, she licks her lips, then her tongue darts out and she connects with his skin. She’s wanted to do this since the first moment she met him. Everly traces the tattoos on his arm and chest with her fingers, and then with her lips and tongue. She tastes the ridges and valleys of his muscles, and eventually makes her way down the delicious ‘V’ to where tight boxers are barely containing his throbbing erection. There’s a small wet spot near the waistband, a bead of precum already leaking from his tip, and the sight makes her feel more powerful than she ever has before.

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