Torn(38)

"How long have you lived here?" I ask the question solely as a means to break the thick tension in the room.

He scrubs his hand over the back of his neck. The motion pulls the blue t-shirt he's wearing taut across his muscular chest. "I guess it's been about six years now. I'm not here a lot anymore, but I like it. I feel comfortable here."

My eyes drift from his face to the room we're standing in. It's an open concept living and dining room. It's not overly large, but there's more than enough space to entertain a large group of people at one time.

It's decorated just as I suspected it would be, in deep earthy tones, with expensive art hung on the walls. Anyone entering it would know that someone with wealth lives here.

"It's a nice apartment," I offer, unsure of what else I can say. It's beautiful, especially the view. If I lived here, I'd stand by this window for hours each day with my camera in hand, capturing the vibrancy of the city.

"It's a place I can call home." He reaches his hand out to me. "Let me give you a tour. I want to show you my bedroom."

I dip my chin towards the floor in an effort to hide my uncontrollable smile. "Lead the way."

***

"You're so beautiful, Falon." His eyes rake over my almost nude body. "Every time I see you like this, the earth stops for a minute or two. That's what it feels like."

I know that I blush from his words. I can feel the rush of heat on my cheeks. I've never been with anyone who was as complimentary as Asher is. I've had men tell me that they like my body, but with him it's different. I can feel it in his words. I see it in the way he stares at me, not with lust in his eyes, although that's there. It's softer than that though. It's need.

"You make me feel beautiful, Asher."

He cups his hand over my cheek as he leans down to kiss me. His lips are soft, warm and needy. He pushes them into mine with force. It's tender but there's blatant desire there too. I circle his waist with my hands, running the tips of my fingers over his bare flesh.

I can feel the heaviness of his erection as it presses against me. I've only taken him between my lips once. It was in my shower the morning after we first made love. I didn’t have the time I wanted to tease him and tempt him. I didn't get to explore every thick vein and ridge of his cock the way I wanted to. I pull back now, determined to drop to my knees on the floor of his bedroom so I can show him how much I crave the taste of him again.

"No." He shakes his head as his lips rest against mine. "I need to be inside of you. I want your mouth on me so much, but first, let me f*ck you."

I grab his hands and inch back on my feet towards the bed. When I first followed him into the room it actually caught my breath. The bed is king size, the other furnishings sparse and the lighting is muted. There are three guitars on stands lined up in a corner. It's what I would have expected except for the views. In this room, there are floor to ceilings windows that seem to reach out into Manhattan. I can see the Empire State Building, its tower awash in white light, less than four blocks away. It's large, commanding and a brilliant beacon. He can see it all when he's in bed, staring out at the city.

He lowers me gently to the bed, his knee between my legs as he kisses me again. This time it's more eager, his tongue like velvet as it strokes against mine. I arch my back, wanting him to tug off my panties. He'd left them on when he undressed me, after I helped him strip off his clothes. I'd giggled when I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear. He laughed and shrugged his shoulders, muttering something about needing to do laundry.

When he pulls away from the kiss, I moan. I know he hears it, the smile on his face tells me he does.

"I just want a little taste first, Falon." He nods towards my panties. "I think about it all the time."

I don't stop him as he kisses a gentle path down my body, stopping to circle his tongue over one nipple and then the other. I squirm under the touch, the sensitive points hardening to an ache when he blows on them.

"My panties, Asher," I gasp as his tongue dives into my belly button. "Take them off."

"Not yet," he growls as his hand snakes under my ass to grab the flesh. "I want to taste you through the lace first. I want to know what that's like."

"It's torture," I mutter under my breath. It is. His tongue is a wonder unto itself. He's eaten me before, his mouth kissing my sensitive folds the same way he does my mouth. It's with patience and pleasure. He took his time, savoring my * the way a man might a delicious meal, without any rush or sense of time.

I came more than once that first night when his tongue was stripping away every ounce of resistance I might have had. He's made me crave it again now and even though I know he's close to giving me what I want, it feels so far away; too far away.

I buck my hips hoping that he'll sense my impatience. He does. He chuckles as he rests his lips against the lace of my panties. "I can smell you, Falon. I can smell your sweetness. You're my addiction now."

I almost scream aloud as I tug on the strands of his hair that I've wrapped my fingers around. "Please, Asher. I want to come."

"I'll make you come." He lashes his tongue over the lace. "I'll make you come again and again."

I squirm beneath him even though he's now got me pinned to the bed. His strong shoulder has my thigh pressed to the soft blanket, exposing me.