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Then I drop my head and finally take my first taste.
I groan at the contact, the sound coming from deep in my chest. She’s sweet and perfect and everything I imagined. Better than I imagined, actually, and I’ve been imagining it a lot.
I work her with my tongue, licking and teasing, exploring. After a moment I look up at her, wanting to see her face. “Tell me what you like. I want to make this good for you.”
She does, and I listen to every word like my life depends on it. She gives me little adjustments, her voice shaky and breathless. When I find the right rhythm with the flat of my tongue against her clit, she tells me to keep doing that, her hand coming down to tangle in my hair. When I slide one finger inside her, testing, she begs for more, her hips rolling against my face.
I add a second finger, feeling how tight she is, then work up to a third. I pump them in and out while my tongue keepsmoving against her clit, and she makes the most incredible sounds above me.
It takes a little while for her to fully let go. I can tell she’s nervous at first, too in her head about it, worrying about how she looks or sounds or tastes. But then she starts to relax beneath me, her body loosening, arching into my mouth. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me where she wants me, and that surrender is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.
She whimpers, and the sound shoots straight down my spine to my cock. I grind against the mattress, needing some kind of friction, some relief.
“You taste so goddamn good. I love those sounds you’re making. Give me more, baby. I want to hear you.”
Her breathing gets faster, her hips moving more frantically. “Asher, I… fuck, I…”
She doesn’t even have to tell me she’s about to come. I can tell. Her thighs squeeze around my head, trapping me there, and her whole body shakes with it. I keep working her through it, my tongue not stopping, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m so turned on that I can’t stop grinding against the mattress, practically humping it by now, my cock throbbing as my balls draw up tight. The scent of her, the sounds she’s making, and the taste of her on my tongue all converge to push me over the edge, and I come in my pants like a damn teenager, groaning against her as wetness soaks the front of my pants.
Her thighs slowly relax as she comes down from the peak, and once I’m free, I move up her body. The lower half of my face is wet with her arousal, and I don’t even try to wipe it off. Instead, I slide my fingers into her mouth, letting her taste herself on them.
“Good girl,” I breathe. “You should taste yourself. It’s fucking incredible.”
She does, her tongue swirling around my fingers, sucking them clean. The sight of it makes my spent cock twitch with interest, and I lean back after withdrawing my fingers from her mouth, adjusting myself.
Her gaze drops to the obvious wet spot on my pants, and her eyes widen. “Did you just…”
“Uh, yeah.” I rake a hand through my hair, laughing wryly. “I couldn’t help myself. I told you I was going to enjoy that. It was even hotter than I imagined—and I’ve been imagining it a lot.”
She shivers, biting her lip as she gazes at the cum-soaked crotch of my pants for another long moment. “Oh my god. I’ve never… I mean, no one’s ever done that because of me before.”
“Well, I hope you take it as a compliment, because it is one.” Despite the fact that I just got off from going down on her, I can feel my cock starting to swell again already. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
I strip off my ruined jeans and boxers, tossing them onto the floor. Then I grab a condom from my wallet before I forget, setting it on the nightstand within reach.
“That’sthreetimes I’ve come without being inside you,” I tell her roughly, moving back over her on the bed. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel you wrapped around me.”
Her face flushes, heat in her eyes as she looks up at me. I kiss her again, deep and hungry, tasting her arousal on both our lips. She moans into my mouth, her hands sliding down my back.
More blood rushes south, and the longer we kiss, the more my half-erection turns into a full hard on, as if that first orgasm was just the warmup. I work her back up with my hands and mouth, taking my time as I kiss her breasts again, sucking her nipples until she’s arching off the bed. Sliding my hand between her legs, I work her clit until she’s making those needy little sounds again.
“Asher,” she finally breathes, riding my hand. “Please.”
That’s all I was waiting for. I reach for the condom and tear it open with my teeth, then lean back to roll it on. As I do, she gets her first real look at my cock up close, and her eyes widen, a mix of desire and apprehension in her expression.
“Oh. Wow. You’re… bigger than anyone I’ve been with,” she admits, and a flash of primal pride swells in my chest.
“Think you can take me?” I ask, fisting my sheathed cock as I arch a brow.
She looks a little intimidated, scrunching her face up in a way that’s both adorable and sexy. “Doyouthink I can take you?”
I smirk, hungry and possessive and so turned on I can barely think straight as I catch her chin with my free hand, tilting her face up to meet my gaze.
“I know you can, bright eyes. That gorgeous pussy can take all of me. And once you’ve taken every inch, I’m going to make you come on my cock.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
