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“I want you so much that I don’t want to stay in this car anymore.” I take a deep breath. Truth time. “I want you so damn much that I want you to be my first.” I give him a sarcastic smile, “and I would rather my first time not be in the front seat of your car.”
He reaches over and caresses my cheek, and then smiles. “I want to be your first too, sweet girl. And no, that probably shouldn’t happen here. But…”
I wince. I know what his next words will be. I know this man. I know his conscience and his morals. I lay my hand over his. “But you can’t promise me forever. I know that and I’m okay with that, Asher. I don’t need forever. Right now, I need this memory with you. Even if that’s all we have. Even is sex is all we ever have.”
He blinks and gives me a hard stare. “That will never be all we have, Lyla. You’re my friend, the woman I most admire in this world, and you will always matter to me. Always. If I could promise forever to someone, it would be to you.”
I smile ruefully. “I know that. And I can’t make you believe in love like I do. We may always want different things. But right now, I need you. I want you to be my first lover. I want you to teach me what to do, what my body wants and needs, what your body wants and needs.”
He kisses my lips lightly. “I can do that for you. I would be honored to be your first lover.”
I giggle. “That sounds so serious.” I tilt my head. “How ‘bout we lighten things up? Would you please go inside my house and fuck me silly, Dr. Asher Cannon?”
A broad smile crosses his face. “Fuck yes, I will, Lyla Kennedy.”
Chapter Thirteen
I want her to feel special when I claim her, even if I can’t make her mine for always. -Asher
Asher
“Are you sure about this?” I ask one more time as she opens the door to her bedroom. Looking around her small house, everything is frilly and feminine like my girl. She bought this house with the inheritance from her father. I remember helping her move in and both of us standing in the doorway to her childhood home saying goodbye for a final time.
Her home was the first real home I was ever in. The first home that I stepped in where there was love and laughter instead of screaming and fighting. A home where the inhabitants wanted to be there, were excited to be together, instead of simply trudging through life because that was what they were supposed to.
I try to push thoughts of what her father would think out of my brain. Lyla’s big blue eyes help me remember why I’m taking this chance. She tugs my hand, “I’m sure, Asher, very, very sure.”
My hard cock pulses in my jeans. Fuck, I’m ready for this too. I know giving into our carnal needs may not be healthy in the long run, but I can’t find it within myself to care. The thought of her giving herself for the first time to someone else makes me nauseous. I want to be her teacher. I want to be her guide into the world of sensual pleasure.
She sits down gently on the bed and looks up at me with expectation. She wants orders and those I am more than happy to give. She’s my eager student and I’m ready to teach her everything I know.
“Get undressed. Stand up and take the dress off…slowly. Let me see you.”
She stands up like the dutiful girl she is. She slides her blonde curls to the side and looks up at me shyly, “Unzip me, please.”
She turns around to show me her back and I take a deep breath. The dress is fitted to her hips and then flares out. It accentuates her high, tight ass and the delicate lines of her back. I caress her upper back before placing my hand on the zipper. She shivers in response.
I unzip her halfway down and then start raining kisses down her back as I slowly reveal more of her skin. Every beautiful inch of her body calls to me. By the time I reach the end of the zipper, I’m down on my knees. I place one last open-mouthed kiss on her lower spine.
“Turn around, sweet girl.” My voice is hoarse with the force of my desire for her. I want to lick and taste every inch of her.
I look up at her in awe. Her black silk panties are perfection. I run my finger lightly along the edge of them and she shudders out a long breath. “Take them off, Asher. I’ve been waiting to be naked with you forever. Take these damn panties off.”
I chuckle at her words, but quickly turn serious as I lower her panties and smell her arousal. She steps out of the black silk and looks down at me again. I feel like a peasant waiting on a queen. I love it.
I run my finger along her wet seam, and she instantly tugs on my hair. “Fuck, you smell good, baby. So good.” I inhale herscent again and then lick her, taking my time and then sucking her small nub into my mouth.
“I can’t take it, Asher. I can’t take it.” Her legs are shaking, and I pull away from her long enough to smirk up at her.
“You can and you will, Lyla, because I want you to come like this. And then I’m going to make you come again while I’m inside of you.”
She tugs harder at my hair as I lick her again. I slide my finger in and feel her tightness envelop me.Shit, she’s going to feel so good on my dick.
I hold my palm against my hard dick in my jeans and try to hold back. I want to save it all for her. I want her to have all my seed. Even though the thought shouldn’t be in my head, I suddenly have this crazy image of Lyla heavy with my child in her belly. The image gives me an immense feeling of satisfaction. I decide to not examine that feeling too closely right now.
I add another digit and touch a spot that makes her shudder hard again. I suck her clit into my mouth at the same time and have the delight of my life as she comes hard, falling apart and screaming my name. I lap up every bit of her cream and struggle to hold back my own orgasm.
I finally stand up and shuck my clothes in record time. She quickly loses the battle to stand on her own and sags against the bed, watching me hungrily. Her eyes widen as she gets a look at my dick for the first time.
