The Space Between Us(32)
His hands moved down to the button of my jean shorts and he expertly pulled them open and slipped them off of me, not even leaving my panties behind. He was obviously in a hurry and who was I to slow him down? He leaned back onto his knees with his trademark smirk on his face. He knew he'd won the first silent contest; he'd gotten me to give in. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, then fell forward again onto his hands so he was hovering above me and I used my feet to push them the rest of the way off. He began his slow trail of kisses again, down my belly, choosing one leg to follow all the way to the knee, then made his way back up. All the while I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra and threw it to the floor wanting to be rid of it. As soon as my breasts were free from the lace, they were covered again by his hands.
Looking down at him, all I could see were his brown locks of hair and strong shoulders. His mouth was still working on my stomach and thighs, and now his hands were kneading my breasts feeling heavier by the minute. This was all very lovely, but it wasn't nearly enough.
“Asher.” That was all I needed to say. He knew what I was asking for. He also wasn't going to give it to me so easily. I saw him tilt his head up just enough so that I could see the smile in his eyes. I tried to maneuver myself to find something that would help me relieve the pressure. My knees spread wider and I could feel his hardness between us. My hips thrust upwards, searching for him, and I swear I heard him chuckle as he moved his body farther down mine, making the friction I was looking for impossible.
I won a small victory when I felt his breath on my core – hot gusts of air. He was contemplating, weighing his options, trying to decide if he'd rather taste me or continue his torture. I smiled because I knew what his decision would be and I was happy to wait the few seconds until he came to the same conclusion he always did. I felt his hands on the insides of my thighs, holding me open. A low and guttural moan escaped me as his tongue took its first glide along my opening. My back arched and my hips tilted as if to eliminate the space between us. The swirling of his tongue only intensified as he used his thumbs to spread me open further. There was nothing left between us, just him and me. And then I watched as his dam broke, his floodgate opened, he crossed his line.
He sucked at me with unmatched fervor. The rhythm he created, switching between teeth and tongue, licking and sucking, was enough to make my legs quake and eyes roll back in my head. All I could do was thread my fingers through his hair, tug on it to hold his mouth to my core, and try not to scream and shout loud enough for anyone else in the house to hear.
“Oh, God. Asher...” This was my mantra. I wasn't religious, but everything became holy when I was with him.
“You taste so f*cking good,” he murmured against me, then went back to his ministrations. It could have been seconds or hours or minutes, but eventually I came. I crashed. I fell.
I breathed heavily as he made his way back up to me with his eager smile because he knew what was waiting for him. I tried not to smile back at him, but it was impossible.
“Hi,” I said softly as I swept my hand through his hair damp from sweat.
“Hey,” he replied with an equally soft voice. His forehead came to my cheek and he rubbed along me until his face came to rest in the crook of my neck. I felt the tiniest kisses along my skin as I wrapped my ankles around his thighs, tilted my hips to just the right angle, and guided him into me. Once he was all the way in, once I could feel him stretching and filling me, he paused. I felt his breath, hilted and uneven, against my neck.
“Why does it feel this way?” He whispered against my skin. His voice sounded strange – strained and emotional.
“Feel what way?”
“So perfect,” he answered. My arms came around his back and I tried to pull him closer to me, but I couldn't. We were already pressed together fully – nothing between us.
“It's perfect because it's right,” I replied, running my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. My breath was stolen from me as he started to draw out and slowly pump back in. He started a torturously slow rhythm that my body both loved and hated. I met every thrust and was still needing more.
“Asher, please, faster or harder. I need something.” He took my request and quickened his pace and strengthened his stride. He pushed me higher and higher. His strong thrusts coupled with his loving touches never ceased to create a frenzy within me. I was gripping his back, tilting my hips up as if to offer him every part of me, and he was always willing to take. His hands were never still, always searching for the touches that set me off, the caresses that made me tremble. Our bodies fit each other, sliding against one another, coated in a sheen of sweat. When his thrusting hips found the spot within me that made me cry out, he honed in on it and drove into me with fiercely sharp blows. He groaned as he drove into me and I couldn’t hang on any longer. I felt my muscles clamp down on him, my legs quaking as my orgasm ripped through my body.
He grunted at my release, still thrusting into me, giving me every opportunity to feel him as I came. On the tail end of my release I heard him groan again and then he stilled, his breaths panting out over me, prickling my skin. After he emptied himself into me he collapsed, his face finding the crook of my neck, making me smile lazily.
I knew he needed a minute to come back to me. He always did. I took the opportunity to trail my fingers down his back, trying to soothe him and also calm myself. I felt him exhale heavily and smiled as he kissed my neck sweetly.