Chapter 251

Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine.

When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hands under the opening and dragged his firm touch up my back to my shoulders. I hummed at the pressure, a pleasant little massage. At my shoulders, he hooked the straps of my dress and lowered them down my arms.

Quickly the dress dropped, pooling at my feet. I stood now in only my black bra and panties.

Asher rounded to my front again. His grazed down the length of my body in appreciation.

I still felt a bit insecure around him, especially with my growing belly, so I started to wrap my arms around my waist. He gently caught my wrists, stopping me.

“Let me see you,” he said.

I couldn’t deny him, especially when he looked at me with that hooded gaze, like I was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.

I returned my arms to my sides.

Asher stepped into me and kissed me again. He delved deeper this time, licking his way into my mouth. I hummed against him.

His hands at my back, immediately lifted and unhooked my bra. He slipped it down and away from me without ever breaking our kiss. Then, one of his arms returned around my waist, keeping me in place. With his other hand, he cupped my breasts.

With my pregnancy, my breasts had been even more sensitive than usual. Just the slightest squeeze of his fingers, with his palm pressing against my nipple, had me breaking our kiss to gasp against his mouth.

He smiled and continued to fondle me until I was panting. Then, he dipped his head and took my nipple into his mouth.

Pleasure shot through me so hard and fast, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

His tongue was insistent, lapping and circling my nipple.

I shoved my fingers through his hair, desperate to keep him there. It was almost too much, but I didn’t want him to quit. God, it felt so good.

I was so lost to the intense feeling, I barely registered that he had coaxed me to move again until he was lowering me down onto the bed.

He kissed a path down the valley of my breasts, only to crest the hill of the other and adore that nipple with the same loving attention.

With the bed to support me now, I writhed on the sheets, arching up into his eager wet mouth.

He moved his hands down to my panties, and hooked his thumbs under the waistband. Popping off my nipple, he lifted himself so he could drag my panties down over my hips and off my legs.

He licked his lips as he threw the panties over his shoulder. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

“Asher…”

Immediately, he lowered himself between my thighs, used his thumbs to pull back my hood, and latched his mouth onto my clit instead.

I nearly bucked off the bed. Only his hands on my hips kept me from getting too far as he lavished attention on my clit. With me thoroughly distracted, he slipped one finger up inside of me.

I moaned loudly. “Ooh, A-Asher…”

Encouraged by my vocalization, he added a second finger in alongside the first. Slowly, he began to push pull them in and out, a mimic of what was likely to come.

Though his attentions were devastating, they weren’t enough for what I wanted right now.

I reached down and tugged his hair some. He loosened his mouth away from my clit with one last, lingering lick. Then he looked up at me.

“Do you want something, Cynthia?” he teased, smiling a little.

He knew very well what I wanted. “I… I… ah…” His fingers were still moving inside of me, stealing my thoughts.

“You need to be clear,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

I swallowed hard. My thoughts were scattered, but I tried my best to piece them together.

“Please…” I said, voice breaking. “P-please… fuck me, Asher….”

Asher hummed. He removed his fingers at a sluggish pace, then lifted himself over me to kiss me.

“What I’m about to do won’t be as crude as fucking,” he said. “I’m going to make love to you, Cyn. I’m going to love you so hard and deep and long that you’re going to see stars.”

“Please.”

That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything.

He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me.

Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped into the space between them. He watched my face for even the slightest discomfort as he lined himself up and slipped his dick inside my pussy.

There was some stretch – he was big – but I was prepared from his fingers. Also, I was so horny that everything down there was exceedingly damp.

He continued pushing in, deeper and deeper until he was all the way to the hilt.

My mouth dropped open in a wordless gasp of absolute pleasure.

He felt so good. I was so full, so close to him. Like this, we were one, and my heart and my body were full.

“Ready?” he asked. God, he was always so gentle. Someday, after the baby was born and he was allowed to be, I knew he’d show me his wilder side. I wanted to show him mine too. But for now, and some times in the future too, I loved the tender side he gave only to me.

I imagined even when we would be wild, he would still make sure I was safe, comfortable, and happy.

I loved him so much.

“Yes,” I said, and he began to move. He thrust his hips, pumping in and out of me, until I was a withering, blabbering mess.

My brain was so scrambled, my mouth could only manage to form his name and various moans and gasps.

“A-Asher!” I cried after a particularly deep thrust angled just right to hit that special spot inside of me.

“That it, Cyn?” His voice was breathy and deep. “That feel good?”

“So…g-good! Ah!”

Grunting, he altered the motion of his hips so that he was hitting that spot with each thrust. His movements were quickly becoming more erratic.

He was close. I was close too.

I reached for his hands. He laced our fingers together.

He held out, held on, until my pleasure soured beyond what I ever thought possible and I shouted, “Asher!!” I came hard, my core trembling, my nerves alight.

He gasped and followed me over the precipice. “Cyn.”

I felt him come inside of me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing and looking at each other.

Later, after he’d run to the bathroom for a washrag, returned, and cleaned us both. He held me gently in his arms and ran his fingers through my hair. We talked softly, both our thoughts on the future.

“I want to adopt the baby the moment it is born,” Asher said. “I want to get married too.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and I snuggled closer to him to hide them. He kissed the side of my head.

“I want everything with you, Cyn,” he said.

Months later, my water broke and Asher rushed me to the hospital. As I we hurried past the waiting room, we spotted Aimee and Nicole who cheered excitedly.

“You got this, Cynthia!” they called in unison.

Dylan was there too, a worried expression on his face. He’d purposefully took off a month of school near my due date to be here for me if I needed him. When our eyes locked, he placed a hand to his heart, and I did the same, a symbol of our sibling affection.

Inside the delivery room, Nancy was waiting. She smiled at me. “Ready to meet the little one?”

I was very excited. Scared, but excited.

Asher held my hand, even as I was moved onto the bed and the labor pains started.

In a moment of respite, he kissed me softly.

“There’s no need to be nervous or scared,” he said, a promise that brought me nothing but comfort and joy. “I’m here with you.”

“I love you,” I said.

He kissed me again. “I love you more than life itself, Cyn. My mate. The mother of my children.”

Tears fell from my eyes. Despite all our hardships, we were now blessed.

Happy. Together.

Forever.