Chapter 238

Asher’s answer was a breath-stealing kiss. I clung to his shoulders as he delved into my mouth. He cupped the back of my head, giving me support as I turned to absolute putty against him. His other hand tightened on the small of my back, scrunched my shirt there into his fist.

“Asher,” I gasped, when we broke apart to breathe.

He wasted no time. He bent, lifted me up into his arms, and carried me to the bed. Slowly, he lowered me down onto the mattress. His mouth quickly followed mine. With my hands on his shoulders, I dragged him down on top of me.

His hands slipped under my shirt at the waistline. His touch was so warm, branding me as his as he trailed his fingers along my stomach.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised, his voice low and lust-rough.

“I want you to feel good too,” I said, though it was difficult. Words felt so far away, when all I could focus on was his exploring hands as they brushed the underside of my bra.

He smiled against my lips. “Trust me. I’ll feel good.”

His hands cupped my breasts through my bra, and I pushed up into him. I wanted that bra out of the way. I wanted to feel him skin to skin.

“Asher…” I whined.

He kissed across my cheek to my ear. “Say the words, Cyn. Tell me what you want.”

“Too many clothes,” I said, begging. “Please. Please, take them off of me.”

Asher hummed. “That’s it. Good girl.”

My whole body shivered. I wanted to be good for him.

His hands moved away from my skin and I whimpered. But in the next instant, he was easing my shirt up and off my body. Then he tossed it onto the floor. While my torso was lifted slightly, he slipped a hand around my back to unhook my bra.

He kissed my shoulders as he slowly lowered the straps down my arms. Then, the bra joined my shirt on the floor.

This wasn’t the first time I was exposed to him, but he still lifted himself up to gaze down at me like it was.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he said.

I was equal parts embarrassed and aroused by the intensity of his gaze. I started to cover myself with my arms, but he grabbed me by my wrists and placed my hands down on either side of my head, pressed into my pillow.

“Let me see you,” he said.

Heat rushed into my face and down my neck. I couldn’t see, but I was certain even my chest was blushing. He watched it all with a hooded gaze.

Then he lowered himself slowly, and placed his mouth onto my breast. He peppered kisses around nipple, avoiding the aching peak, even as I whimpered and whined, and turned into his mouth, trying to lead him to where I wanted him.

“Cynthia,” he said, voice muffled in my skin.

I knew what he wanted. He’d already told me. Use your words.

“Please… my nipples…”

Asher kissed closer, but still avoided where I wanted him.

“Asher, please… suck my nipples…” My face burned with embarrassment, but it was short lived because Asher moved at once. The moment his mouth closed around the hardened peaks of my breast, I lost all thought and ability to be embarrassed.

I could only feel the wet heat of his mouth and the gentle rub of his insistent tongue.

I tried to be good, to keep my hands were Asher had placed them on the pillow, but the stimulation was too much, I lost all control. I combed my fingers through his hair and held on as he lavished my nipple, licking the bud with his tongue. He did not correct me as he kissed his way over the plain of my breasts to give equal attention to the other one.

“A-Asher…” I half-moaned, half-sighed.

His hands went for my pants. He unfastened the clasp and pulled the zipper down. I lifted my hips without prompting, encouraging him to take the pants off. Fortunately, he didn’t make me ask for it this time.

He hooked his thumbs under the hem of my panties and pants and pulled them both down at once. He popped his mouth off my breast and lifted himself for leverage. Down, down, he tugged my pants and panties until they were free of my ankles and thrown down onto the floor.

Then he lifted his own shirt up and over his head. It quickly joined the rest of the discarded clothes.

Before I could even prepare for his next move, he pushed my legs apart, lowered his head between them, and attacked my clit with his tongue.

Pleasure spiked through me and I nearly bucked off the bed had Asher not draped an arm over my hips to hold me down.

He circled my clit with his tongue before licking a stripe down to my pussy, where he lapped at my entrance, before jutting his tongue in between my folds and inside of me.

“A-Ah! Asher!”

He pressed two fingers in alongside his tongue, and I nearly went dizzy from the sudden intrusion, the friction, the feeling.

As good as it was, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted all of him.

I wanted to become one.

“Asher… please!”

Slowly, he pulled his mouth away, though he kept his fingers inside of me, moving in and out, a mimicry of what I really want.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. “Tell me, Cyn. Say the words.”

Words were difficult with the fuzzy state of my brain. But I was desperate to be good for him, and I knew what I wanted. I wanted it so badly I was nearly ready to pounce on him myself.

“I-inside… Inside me… Want you… A-Asher… Please!” It was the best I could manage with my lust-added thoughts.

Fortunately, Asher took pity on me. “You’re so good for me, Cyn. I’ll give you what you want. Such a good girl.”

Pleasure thrummed through me. God, I loved when he called me that.

He stood up beside the bed and removed his own pants and boxers. He was so big and hard, my mouth watered. Someday, I’d take him into my mouth and prove my own abilities. For now, I had a singular agenda.

“Asher, please…”

He stroked himself a few times. “I’ll give it to you, baby.”

I returned my hands to my pillow, gripping it tightly. I spread my legs wider, inviting him. He kneeled between them and lowered himself over me.

“Relax,” he whispered as he lined himself up. The head of his cock teased my entrance.

“Asher…”

“Shhh…” He slowly started to push in.

I gasped.

As he pushed in deeper, his hands found mine and he held them tightly. Eventually, his hips met mine and he bottomed out.

He was so big, pushing out my inner walls. I wasn’t a virgin but I’d never been with someone so sizable who made me feel so full.

It felt so good.

“Breathe, Cyn,” he said, but his own voice was breathless.

Still, I forced in a breath. Inhale, exhale.

Then he started to move.

He was gentle at first, sluggishly pulling back, so far he was nearly out of me, but then he pushed himself back in, in one long thrust.

“A-ah!”

All I could feel were the places our bodies met.

His voice was at my ear. “You feel incredible, Cyn. So good for me. My good girl. Taking me so well.”

He began to move faster. Then, faster still.

I gripped onto his hands, holding on for dear life, as he thrusted into me again and again. Soon, he was pounding into me, giving it to me hard and fast. My breasts bounced from the force of his thrusts. The bed frame knocked a steady rhythm against the wall.

My breaths came out in moan-filled pants. Asher’s were growly grunts.

“Fuck, yes,” he said. “So fucking good. Cyn. Cyn.”

He angled himself different and suddenly his dick hit someone special inside of me that sent me to the next galaxy.

Joseph had never found that spot.

It was all Asher. Only Asher, now and forever.

“Ah!” I cried out, louder than before.

“That’s it,” he growled. He moved the same way, hitting that spot now again and again with the same furious pounding as before. “Tell me how good it feels, Cyn. Fucking scream my name.”

I was helpless against the onslaught of pleasure.

It felt so fucking good tears welled in the corners of my eyes.

“Asher! Oh, God, Asher!”

“Louder.”

“Ah-ASHER!”

“More.”

I screamed his name until I was hoarse. “ASHER!!”

My pleasure reached new impossible heights. I was so close.

His hips stuttered. He was close too.

And then, I toppled over the edge and everything went back.