The Space Between Us(51)
He abandoned my breasts completely and his hands came to the waistband of my yoga pants, pulling them down with him as he bent to his knees in front of me. My hands found his hair and I looked down at him as he lifted one foot after the other, freeing me from the rest of my clothes.
“God, I missed you,” he said as he pressed his cheek into my belly, hugging me around my waist. He breathed deeply and I could feel the swishing of his breath against my skin every time he exhaled. I reached down the back of his neck and grabbed his shirt, urging him to lean away so I could tug it off of him. From where I stood above him, I could see all of his shoulder muscles flexing as he pulled the shirt from his arms. His biceps came into view and then his forearms.
“What have you been doing on the farm, Asher? You’re even bigger than you were before you left, which is impressive.”
“A lot of throwing hay bales and working off all my sexual frustration,” he groaned. His hands wandered around the sides of my body, kneading my soft skin as he went along. “This has been the first time we’ve been away from each other since the first time we had sex, Bit. I wasn’t prepared to deal with how much I would miss you, how much my body would miss you. I’ve been doing a lot of push-ups and crunches, just trying to exhaust myself into not wanting you anymore.” He gently kissed my belly-button. “It never really works; I always still want you. I just fall asleep a little easier when I can’t move a muscle.” His hands were on my backside for a moment and he gave both cheeks a squeeze with an audible groan. He pulled his hands back to my waist and gently urged me back to lean against the counter.
I felt the cold countertop against my ass and his warm hands moving along my body still. His right hand moved down my leg and cupped my calf. He looked up into my eyes as he pulled my leg up so that the back of my knee rested on his shoulder, the bottom half of my leg folding over onto his back. I bit my lip as I saw his eyes wander to my center and I felt slightly insecure knowing how exposed I was at the moment. There was nothing to hide from him in this position. No way for him not to see all of me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he ran his hands along the juncture where my legs met my hips, his touch teasing me.
In a moment of pure bravery I asked, “What do I look like?” I wondered what he saw when he looked at me, how he saw me.
I saw him seriously considering my question, taking time to think about his answer. “You look pink, different shades of pink. Some darker and some lighter.” I felt his thumbs touch me, spread me wider and I gasped. Just the contact had me reeling. “You look warm, Babe. Snug. Dark. Beautiful.” I tried to breathe steadily, but each breath got lost in the next and all I knew is the burning in my lungs matched the heat of my center. “You look wet, Bit.” My head rolled back and I was glad for the counter to lean on because I’m sure I would have crumpled to the floor without it. “You look like you’re mine,” he rasped just before his tongue caressed me from bottom to top.
My entire body shook from the immense pleasure. One touch from him was all it took to send me away into a state of bliss. He kissed me tenderly, using his fingers to tease me and spread me. His tongue found my clit and took quick and furious swipes over it, causing me to cry out.
“Oh yes,” I sputtered. Spurred on by my outcry, he pushed two fingers inside of me, softly moving in and out. The combinations of the quick flicks of his tongue and the slow torture of his fingers pushed me higher and higher. I felt my core tighten and my body began to tremble. My hands gripped the edge of the countertop, keeping me upright while my hips rocked back and forth hoping to find the release my body craved. “Asher, I need more, something…” I couldn’t finish my thought. He moved his fingers inside me, coming forward and stroking the small area that hid deep within me that always made me breathless.
“Oh, God!” I screamed as my legs came to wrap around his head. He never wavered, just kept working me while my orgasm rolled through me, wreaking havoc on my body. My legs compressed around his head, my hands gripped his hair, and I lost all sense of self as I used his body to bring pleasure to mine.
Eventually my body calmed and yet he still kissed and nuzzled my sex. “I’ve been waiting for a month to watch you come apart, Bit.” He said, placing one last tender kiss again my core. “That was a f*cking awesome front row seat.” He moved up my body, trailing kisses up between my breasts. He leaned in to place a kiss on my mouth and I turned, offering him my cheek instead. “What’s the matter?” He asked, pulling away to see my face.
“Nothing,” I said as I ran my hands through his hair, trying to distract him.
“You don’t want me to kiss you?” He sounded hurt.
“No! I do. You’re just all…” I motioned with my hand and waved it in front of his face. “Covered in me.”
“You don’t want to taste yourself?” He asked, curiously. I tried very hard to keep my face from wrinkling up.
“No, thank you.”
“You taste amazing,” he said with a smile. I appreciated what he said, but I didn’t necessarily believe him. And I didn’t want to find out if he was telling the truth.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.”
“I get it,” he said, shrugging. “But honestly, one day, I would really like to see you try it. For me.” I gave an awkward smile, slightly uncomfortable with the whole idea.