Page 43 of Charming
When he pulls away, I down my champagne in three gulps, seeing Asher do the same. Taking our glasses he sets them on the bedside table, and removes the strawberries as well. When he comes back on the bed, this time, it’s me that pounces.
Pushing him onto his back, I trail a finger back and forth over the waistband of his briefs while he watches me. Tucking my fingers under the band, I slide them down his legs then throw them over my shoulder making him laugh. Stretching my body out on top of his, I revel in the erotic feel of him being naked, while I’m still clothed in lace.
With a happy sigh, I place a kiss to his lips and pull away, feeling eager to explore every glorious inch of him. Placing a kiss to his jaw, loving the feel of his stubble I drag my lips across his jaw nibbling and kissing along the way. When I place a kiss behind his ear, he sucks in a breath and groans, making me smile that I found a sensitive spot. Storing that information away for later, I keep moving, down his chest. I swirl my tongue around his nipples and enjoy each time his breath hitches in pleasure.
Moving my way south I nuzzle the trail of hair that runs to his groin, kiss his navel, playfully bite his abs, and suck on one of his hipbones making him groan. Then when I take him in my hand and lower my mouth to him, I revel in the sounds he makes as I try to show him how good he makes me feel. I want to make him feel the way I do when he pleasures me.
Before I can bring him to completion he yanks me up his body and flips us over in one swift move. He removes my clothes and this time, our movements are slower. He not only pleasures me with his body, but with his words too. He whispers my name. Tells me how good he feels. Asks if I feel the same. He brings me to the edge of desire and just when I think I’m going to lose myself to the fall, he stops then starts all over again.
We worship each other, kissing and touching each part of our bodies. This time when we become one, no words are exchanged between us. We let our bodies, eyes and our sighs do all the talking for us.
Never has sex been this intimate for me. It’s always felt like a duty, something I knew I had to do to make my partner satisfied, but always somehow leaving me unfulfilled. As we find completion now, then again hours later as we turn to each other in the night, I feel an ache in my heart. Instinctively I know that this feeling, whatever it is, it will change me forever.
“I guess we can do that,” Asher says into the phone pressed against his ear. He looks at me and rolls his eyes and I know whatever he’s agreeing to isn’t something he really wants to do. “Yeah, I know she will because she’s brought it up a couple times. It’s me that hasn’t been interested.” He sighs now, “Alright, fine, enough. I’ll go, I meanwe’llgo. Just text me when and where after you guys figure it out, okay? No, it doesn’t matter to me, we’ll just meet you there. Okay, bye.”
When he hangs up, he throws his phone onto a chair. Before he can move a muscle it starts ringing again. With a frown he picks it back up, glances at the screen, then I assume he must press ignore because he throws it back down again and the ringer stops as he dives into bed. He rubs his temples and I brush his hands away and begin rubbing them for him. “Headache?” I ask.
“A small one,” he says and releases a deep breath as he enjoys my mini massage. We’ve stayed in bed all day long, only coming up for air when we’ve wanted sustenance. Then, we just ordered room service and went back to bed again. I should probably feel guilty for being so lazy, but I’m not. It’s been a great day. And I’m not sure all of our time in bed could be classified as lazy.
“What was that all about?” I ask while I trace figure eights on his stomach.
“That was Hunter. He, Andy, and a few others are going to a club tonight and want to know if we’d like to go along.”
“And it sounded like you agreed. Very reluctantly.”
He sighs again, “I did. In all honesty, Hunter kind of made me feel guilty so I agreed. Plus, you brought up doing something with them a couple times so I knew you wouldn’t mind.”
“I don’t,” I tell him.
“I know, but I do.”
“Well, how about we go, make an appearance, stay for a brief time, and if we aren’t having fun or lose interest or merely want to be together, we leave?”
“Cool. Plan on being there five minutes and then we’ll take off.”
“Asher!” I admonish with a laugh but he just grins that drop dead gorgeous smile of his and kisses me.
Hours later I walk out of the bathroom ready to go. When Asher’s mouth drops open at the sight of me, I twirl for him. “Holy shit.”
My outfit is two pieces. A navy blue halter that almost looks like a twisted scarf. Two pieces of fabric cover my breasts, and a string runs across at my collarbone holding the pieces together but the deep v showcases my breasts. The fabric then crisscrosses under my breasts before they tie in the back in a bow. The navy blue skirt is form fitting and reaches my ankles, with a deep slit up one leg. It certainly showcases my curves in a big way. I was hesitant to buy it, but Katie insisted I rocked it. Given the look on Asher’s face, I need to thank her a thousand times over. “You like?”
He points to the bathroom, “Go change.”
“What?” I ask stuttering over the word, shock clear in my voice.
“No way I am taking you out in front of my horny friends looking like that.”
Rolling my eyes, I walk to him and place my hands on his chest before lifting my head up, offering my lips. He lifts a brow, but kisses me, his lips soft on mine. “I could care less what any of them think. I dressed up for you.”
“All I’m going to be thinking about is undressing you.”
“Even better,” I wag my eyebrows at him making him laugh.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.”
“You soundsoexcited.”
“The only thing that makes me excited is you,” he kisses me again, but this time, it’s a deep kiss, his tongue stroking against mine. My arms wrap around him and I press my body closer to his. He breaks from my lips and kisses his way down my neck, groaning, “You smell amazing,” he rumbles in my ear before biting my earlobe in a way that generates responses all the way down to my toes.
