The Space Between Us(54)
“I guess you’re right,” he said, wiping his hands over his face. He stopped and looked over at me, his gray eyes dim and a little bit sad. “But I’m still going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you too, Asher. But I’m here right now.” In that moment I think we both realized that we had only hours left together and that there were ways to show each other how much the other would be missed. I pulled his mouth to mine and climbed over his lap to straddle him. His hands came to rest on my backside and I trailed my hands up and down his chest, pouring everything into our kiss. I used my teeth to gently tug his bottom lip and won a low and rumbling groan from him, making my heart beat faster.
“I want you, Bit. Right here.”
“I’m all yours, Babe.” He wrapped one arm around my waist and rolled so I was under him. His mouth nibbled on my neck as his hands moved to unbutton my jean shorts. I pulled up on the back of his shirt, yanking it over his head. His mouth returned to my neck, but made its way down my body swiftly. He pulled down my shorts and panties and I lifted my hips to allow him to remove them completely. I quickly sat up and took my shirt and bra off, watching as he removed his pants.
Once we were both naked he dove back to me, laying me down on the hay. Any other time of my life I would have complained about the scratchy hay underneath my bare skin, but in this moment I simply did not care. All that mattered was the connection we were trying to make with one another.
He covered my body with his own, blanketing me with his skin still warm from all the hard work he’d done that day. His made trails of kisses along my skin, moving from my mouth, to my neck, to my shoulder and back again. His hand moved to cup my sex, his fingers parting me and slipping inside. My back arched off the floor and I whimpered into his mouth as his fingers worked me.
“I love the way you respond to me, Bit.” He lowered his mouth to my breast and the combination of his mouth teasing my nipple and his fingers stroking me from the inside did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. He was adding fuel to the fire. I heard his voice, but he sounded far away; I was lost in a new reality where all that mattered were our bodies and how we made each other feel. “I know every button to push and how to push it. I’ve mastered your body and there’s not another person on the planet who could play you like I can.”
I reached between us and felt him, hot and throbbing, between us. I ran my hand up and down along his shaft and watched as he lost his concentration. His mouth fell from my breast and his fingers eased their ministrations. He wasn’t the only one who could bring pleasure. I loved watching him give in to the sensations, dropping all pretense and just feeling. His face fell to rest in the crook of my neck and I kissed along his shoulder while I worked him between my legs.
“I love you, Asher. And I love how turned on you get when I touch you.” He groaned as I used my thumb to swirl the tip of his head, spreading around the drop of pre-cum that had accumulated.
“Please,” he rasped. “I want to be inside you.” I tilted my hips up and guided his tip into me. Then I felt his instincts kick in and he took control. At first he took long and slow drags through me, tilting his hips, fully burying himself into me with every stroke. I matched his rhythm and opened up for him, giving him access to the deepest parts of me. His thrusts matched his kisses and our bodies fell into a kind of synchronicity that made every fiber of my soul fall even deeper into love with him. This was so much more than just a physical connection. Every touch he gifted me with was one of love.
Eventually, he manipulated my body so that my legs were both folded to the side, and the new angle of penetration left me gasping for air, and grasping his arms, praying for the release that was hiding just out of reach. “Oh god, Asher,” I moaned. This position brought his body closer to mine, and the way I was twisted at my stomach intensified every thrust and I feared I might explode. I’d never been this high before, never felt this kind of pressure. “Please.” I didn’t know what I was asking for. Relief? More? An End? I was at the mercy of my body and him.
“Tell me,” he said. I was confused. Tell him what? “Tell me that you’ll always be mine. Say it. I need to hear it.” He moved faster and I felt my impending orgasm inching closer. I was afraid of what would happen when I finally reached that point, afraid I couldn’t handle the kind of pleasure I was building towards.
“We belong to each other, Asher. I’ll never be anyone’s but yours. And you’ll always be mine.”
He moved me again so that my knees were bent and my feet were resting on his chest. He surged forward and I cried out as my release pounded through me. He continued to thrust as I came around him, my core clenching deliciously around his cock, everything inside of me liquefying. I’d never felt this kind of physical release. His movements just prolonged my orgasm and I struggled to breathe through it. My hands were in my hair, my back arched, every other part of me trembling.
“I can feel you, Bit. I can feel you coming. It’s amazing. It’s so... oh my God…” He thrust a few more times and I heard him finally give into his pleasure. I was still reeling and I feared I might never return to normal. I was altered. Moved. Split apart and put back together differently.
He finally collapsed on top of me, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other, our breathing rapid and intense. It took a few minutes before I was ready to come back to my senses. I realized I was lightly grazing my fingers along his spine, content to just be in the moment with him. I felt him pull away from me and saw his eyes come to rest right in front of mine, his face just inches away.