Page 116 of Stone Seduction
He climaxed hands-free, painting my chest. I growled, closing in on the edge.
“Asher!” he called my name, not stopping the bounce. “Asher!”
My name on his lips shot me into the stratosphere.
“Luke!” I bellowed, holding his torso while the pleasure erupted out of me.
He kept going, drawing every last drop from me. I squirmed and roared and filled him until I went limp.
“Shit… Oh, shit…”
He cupped my chin, still joined to me. “I really needed that.”
“Yeah…” I could barely speak.
Luke leaned in for more kissing, in no rush to disconnect.
“Thank you,” he crooned into me, running his tongue across my lips.
Man, he’d make me gush again.
I kissed him harder to show my gratitude.
I think I love you…
THIRTY
Luke
Fresh from a shower, limbs entangled, we lay naked on my bed while Ornette Coleman’sThe Shape of Jazz to Comealbum turned in my record player. The central heating made the room nice and toasty.
Bliss.
Asher brushed strands of hair from my forehead. I stroked his neck, floating on a heavenly cloud.
“What music are you into?” I asked, drawing whorls on his chest.
“Chillout stuff.” He put his hands behind his head. “I don’t really listen to anything else.”
I snuggled against him, resting my head on his chest. “No?”
“Actually, I like the Beatles.”
I lifted my head. “Oh. Okay.”
He beeped my nose. “Give me theirRubber Soulalbum any day.”
“I like that one. My dad used to listen to it a lot.”
When he wasn’t hating on me.
He stroked the side of my face. I loved it when he did that.
I clung to him, wishing I could climb inside his body. Or a pouch. Kind of like a kangaroo pouch but different and made for lovers.
No, not weird at all.
He ran his fingers up and down my back, turning me to happy mush.
