Page 36 of Charming
His eyes burn into mine, “Kiss you, where?”
I hesitate before answering and then press trembling fingers between my legs, “Here.”
Without removing his eyes from mine, he places his hands on my hips and pulls me a little closer to the edge of the bed before he lowers himself to his knees on the floor. His head moves toward my center, and I close my eyes in expectation, but nothing happens. Opening them once more, I find him still looking at me. He waits for a beat, his message clear, then lowers his lips to my slippery folds. At the first pass of his tongue, the sound that leaves me is almost animalistic. When he sucks, my hips buck sharply off the bed. When he nibbles, I lose any and all of my inhibitions, spreading my legs wider, silently begging him to give me more.
Asher moans and the vibration runs all the way through my body making my toes curl. My hands find his hair and I move my hips against his mouth desperately searching for release. Every stroke rockets through my body and I’m lost. I’m lost in a lust filled haze and this time when my eyes roll back in my head, Asher doesn’t quit his ministration.
I’m panting, keening, and mumbling words and curses without thought. “God, yes.” The feeling inside of me is building and each time I get close, Asher eases the intensity and starts all over again. My last groan of complaint makes him laugh wickedly against me and I curse at him in frustration. “Here you go, princess,” he says just before two fingers enter me and curve.
Stars. I see stars. I’m so high, I can see them, touch them, pluck them right from the sky and hold onto the light I’m seeing forever. “Asher!” I yell his name, mindless with passion. He’s there with me every step of the way, riding it out, making sure I feel every last drop of pleasure he pulls from me.
When he rises above my body and looks down at me, his eyes are the darkest blue I’ve ever seen them. Full of desire, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful and I know I’ll desperately try to find a shade of something, anything, that will match it so I can remember it when I’m gone.
Working to catch my breath, I smile lazily at him, “That was…”
“Amazing? The best ever? Astonishing? Exciting? Brilliant?”
“Okay, okay,” I cut him off with a laugh, “You’re right. It was all of those things.”
“For me too,” he says and leans down to place a light kiss against my nose. His hardness is pressed against my thigh and my brow furrows. Running my hands down his chest and to his stomach, I intend to brush the front of his briefs and ask to return the favor, but before I can do so, he shakes his head. “Not tonight.”
“But, why?”
“I wanted tonight to be all about you. We’ll talk more tomorrow. For now, I just want to hold you in my arms until we fall asleep. Okay?”
“Okay.” We move onto the pillows and his arms wrap around me. I’ve never ever had an experience with a man where all they cared about was taking care of me. It seems I’m experiencing some firsts with this man, and it feels amazing. I feel, safe, happy and content in his arms.
I feel beautiful.
When I wake the next morning, it’s to find Asher already dressed and sitting on the side of the bed. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he smiles and he’s looking at me in a way I can’t decipher, but I like it.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I was going to in another half hour or so if you didn’t wake on your own. There was no need to get you up before I had to.”
“Why are you up already?”
“I couldn’t sleep, had some business to deal with, and I needed to arrange our day.”
“Yeah? What are we going to do?” In response he simply shrugs and gives me a mischievous look. “You’re not telling me again?” I push my lower lip out and pout but he’s unfazed and only reaches out and grabs my lip.
“Nope. I like surprising you.”
“Well, I was thinking-”
“Uh-oh, that sounds ominous.”
His cheesy retort deserves one of my own so I stick my tongue out at him and he tries to grab that too. I smack his hand away playfully. “Very funny. But seriously, I was thinking that maybe we should do something with your friends this week too. I know you said they probably don’t even notice that you’re gone, but we both know that’s not true.” His expression gives no inkling to his thoughts yet, so I press on, “I don’t want them to be angry that I’m taking up all of your time. We can meet them for dinner maybe, or by the pool again, or go into town, whatever you want. It’s up to you. But I don’t think you should alienate them for some chick you’ve only known a short time and will only be with for one week.”
His nostrils flare and his jaw tightens and he looks rather annoyed. He gets control of his emotions quickly, but not before it’s clear how he feels and I think I’ve made a mistake bringing it up. I wasn’t trying to suggest he’s a bad friend or something, but when I’m not here, they will be. And who knows what they had planned for the week; plans that I interrupted. I don’t want to create any kind of dissension, so it’s the right thing to do. Or at least to offer. “We can do that I guess, although I don’t enjoy the thought of sharing you with anyone.”
“Oh, it won’t be that bad. What’s an hour or two of our time?”
“No, don’t say that. Time,” he begins, but stops and pulls me from bed standing me before him. Running his hands up and down my arms he’s looking to the side and I can almost see the thoughts trying to form in his mind. “Time is everything. Some people take it for granted, and some would give anything for more of it. For some their time is only beginning and others, it’s ending forever. Time is probably one of the most significant things we can own in our entire lives.”
“I never thought about it that way.”
