Page 60 of When I'm With You
“How fast can you walk, Juliette?”
Asher closes the door to our room and tosses the winter gear we stripped off on our run up the stairs onto the floor. We kick off our boots, and he presses me back against the door with his hips, reaching behind me to flip the lock. He doesn’t kiss me, just hovers his lips over mine.
“You were gorgeous skating on that pond, Juliette. Nothing has ever turned me on more than watching you fly around the ice. If I wasn’t afraid my dick would freeze, I would have stripped you down and fucked you right there.”
“I would have let you,” I gasp out, as he leans down and licks a stripe from my collar bone to my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting gently, before soothing the spot with his tongue and grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin behind my ear. I press my thighs together needing something, anything, to relieve the ache between my legs.
When he speaks, his lips graze my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I just bet you would have. Julie Parker on the outside, the brilliant, put together lawyer who never makes a mistake and never makes a mess. And Juliette on the inside, wild, free, a little dirty. Rides my face and sucks my cock like a dream; wants me to slide inside her and fuck her until she’s screaming my name. And I’m the only one who gets to have both parts of you. All of you. Every single beautiful inch of you is mine. Is that what you want, Juliette? You want to be mine?”
He slides his hands down my hips and around to cup my ass, yanking me against him so I feel every inch of his hard body against mine. My head falls back and knocks against the door as my entire body thrums for him.
“I’m already yours,” I choke out. “I’ll never be anyone’s except for yours.”
“Good answer.”
He grabs the hem of my sweater and pulls it up and over my head, throwing it on the floor. My bra follows, and then he’s palming both of my breasts, leaning down and circling one of my nipples with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth while he rolls the other one between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp, grabbing onto his hips as sensations pummel me. He lifts his head and looks at me.
“Tell me what you want, Juliette. You want me to lick that sweet pussy again before I slide inside you? Or do you want to ride my fingers until you come all over my hand?”
But even as I let out a low moan, I feel my brain start to race at his questions and my stomach sinks. I thought after last night and this morning, this wouldn’t happen. Not with him. Asher has seen every inch of me, and he obviously likes what he sees, so why can’t I shut my brain off and enjoy this? I feel so safe with Asher. I want this. I just don’t want to fucking think, for once. Then I have an idea.
I slide my hands up to tangle in the hair at the back of his neck. “Do you think you can do something for me?”
“Literally anything. Just ask.”
I take a deep breath. “Can you…take control? Like, total control. Don’t ask me any questions. Don’t ask me to make any decisions. Just tell me what to do.” I cringe a little, frustrated with myself for not being able to say this more coherently, but I hope he understands.
I think he does when he takes my mouth in a deep fever of kiss before pulling away.
“You want me to boss you around a little, Juliette?”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do. I told you last night it’s hard for me to turn my brain off during sex.Last night and this morning you helped me do it. I never feel safe enough to give up control to anyone, which is why I never stop thinking. But I feel safe with you. I trust you, Asher. I want this with you. More than I’ve ever wanted it with anyone.”
He leans his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath, as if gathering the tattered pieces of his control.
“Okay.”
Chapter Thirty
Asher
“But if we’re doing this, you need a safe word.”
Julie scoffs. “Seriously Asher? This isn’t hardcore kink. I can tell you what I like and don’t like.”
“Seriously, Juliette. If you’re giving me control, you need to have a way to take it back if you’re not feeling safe.”
She just rolls her eyes. “I’m a grown woman. I’m perfectly capable of saying no. Or stop.”
I grip her chin and force her to keep her eyes on me. “Baby, I want to toss you onto that bed over there and play with your pussy until you beg. Then I want to slide inside you and fuck you until you come so hard you don’t remember your name. I want to wring so many orgasms out of your body that you’re begging me to stop. Before this night is over, you’re going tofucking beg.”
I see the pulse flutter in her throat and my own words have me as hard as a rock—right on the edge and I’ve barely even touched her. “I want to do all of those things more than I want to take my next breath. But to do that, I need you to have a wayto tell me when you’ve had enough. I would die before I hurt you or make you feel unsafe. Pick a safe word.”
She huffs out a breath. “Fine. Gavel.”
I give her a wry look.
