The Space Between Us(96)
“It’s just me. Just you and me here. I’ve missed you and I want to love all of you. Relax for me.”
I sighed and willed myself to breath in and out, hoping my nerves would calm. I wanted this and I wanted him, but I was afraid of feeling so much after so long being numb. I felt his fingers gingerly glide over my wetness, teasing me, letting me acclimate to being touched by him again.
“Every part of you is so beautiful,” his whispered into the curls above my core. His words distracted me from the fact that his thumbs were gently spreading me open. I gasped when I felt his mouth near me, blowing warm air over my sensitive flesh. When his tongue dipped inside I stifled a groan and my back arched off the bed. “You’re gonna have to hold still for me, Baby.” I felt his hands grip my hips and press down, his attempt at restraining me, as he continued his assault. His tongue lapped at my opening, dove in, and swirled around. I felt every movement deep inside of me, rocking me back and forth.
My hands came up to my forehead out of glory and frustration. Everything felt so amazing, but I needed more.
“Oh God, Asher. Please…” I begged. For what? I wasn’t sure.
“Trust me,” Asher replied. Wasn’t that clever? The last thirteen years of my life had been torturous because I had been afraid to trust him, afraid to believe that perhaps, in the end, I should give him the benefit of the doubt. And now, here we were, in the most intimate situation I could imagine, and he asked for my trust. He asked me let go and let him lead me, to abandon the thoughts and life I had gripped on to so tightly for all these years, and to give him the control. It might have been a pinnacle moment in my life and it might have been a bigger deal to some others, but in this particular fragment of time, it was clear and simple.
“I trust you,” I whispered, not even sure he heard me. Whether or not he heard me wasn’t important. The important part was that I decided to let myself forgive. I forgave him for making a mistake when he was younger and I forgave myself for accepting the blame for something that wasn’t my fault. I felt myself relax at my realization. The tension I always carried with me, the constant tightness in my shoulders, as if I was a rubber band waiting to snap, moved away and was replaced by a new, delicious tension in between my legs.
Asher felt the difference and took advantage. His mouth moved up as he found my clit, sucking and gently nibbling on it, while he pushed two fingers into me, causing me to cry out.
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned.
His tongue moved against my clit quicker and his fingers found their rhythm against the bundle of nerves hiding inside me. I breathed hard, in and out, trying to relax and let myself feel the release I missed for so long.
“Bit,” he moaned against me.
“Asher, don’t you f*cking stop,” I wailed.
“Come for me.”
I heard his words and it felt like someone had pushed me off of a bridge. My stomach dropped, my heart stopped, and my entire body convulsed around him. Tiny volts of electricity shot through my limbs. My legs tingled and my toes curled. My back arched off the bed, trying to milk every last piece of feeling from the most cosmically awesome orgasm I ever had. And Asher, bless him, had continued to kiss my core throughout the entire experience.
After I came all the way down from the highest of highs, he moved up my body again. I instantly grabbed his face and pulled him towards mine. He was a breath away from me, breathing hard, and I leaned forward the last inch to connect our mouths. I tasted myself on him and I loved it. I loved what he did to me, how he made me feel, and this kiss was an extension of that. I rolled us over and straddled his lap, still kissing his lips while I worked on unbuttoning his jeans.
His hands ran up my back, hooking over my shoulders, then running back down to cup my ass.
“Is it possible that you’re smaller than before?” He asked, then kissed my neck.
“Mmm… I haven’t eaten much in the last thirteen years.” I felt him push my hair over my shoulder and then cup my cheek, bringing my face back to look at him.
“That stops now, Bit. You’ve got to take care of your body. No more punishing yourself.”
I nodded at his words, then pressed a kiss against his lips. Next, I moved down his body and pulled at his jeans, working hard to get them over his massive body. He had to help push them over his hips and we both laughed at how clumsy we suddenly became. Once he was naked, I took just a moment to admire him. He looked exactly as I remembered him, but somehow manlier. He was older – more powerful. I climbed back up to him, straddling his waist, bringing my face level with his, my long dark hair falling on either side of my face creating a curtain around us. His hands came up and tried pushing it behind my ears, but eventually gave up, as it proved to be a pointless task, the hair just falling back to cocoon us in a veil of darkness. He smiled dreamily up at me, his thumbs lovingly floating across the skin of my cheeks, his large fingers threaded in the hair at the nape of my neck.
“I love you, Charlie, more than anything.” His words burrowed into my heart and put some of the broken pieces back together. He leaned up and captured my lips in a kiss. I let him kiss me and when he pulled away, I pressed my forehead against his.
“I couldn’t love you more, Asher.” He kissed me again, but this time as he kissed me he pulled me against him and he moved to a sitting position, leaning against his headboard. With my knees on the bedspread, I raised up and angled him at my opening.