Between Hello and Goodbye(43)

“Please…Asher. Hurry.”

“Your ankle,” he said against my mouth. “I should be careful.”

I made a disbelieving sound—the time for being careful was over. We’d moved further from careful with every failure to stay away from each other. We were now in reckless territory, freefalling into the precipice together.

Our kisses became frenzied then, releasing days’ worth of tension and pent-up need. I pushed him back so that I could sit up and get my dress off. Asher took over, lifting it over my head, then tore off his own shirt and knelt in front of me. Before I could think, or move, his mouth was on me, moving over the bare skin of my throat, down to my clavicle.

“Here,” he growled, his breath hot and his tongue flickering. “This is what I’ve wanted. Right here. So fucking sexy.”

Of all the places…

I felt dizzy at every sensation, inside and out, that this man was creating in me.

His mouth moved over my heart, and his thick, soft hair brushed my chin. I raked my fingers through it as my eyes nearly rolled back to feel his hands on my breasts, hefting their weight in his palms. He ran a calloused thumb over one nipple while his mouth found the other, biting and sucking. My hands grazed over his scalp and then down his back, pulling him to me.

“We should have been doing this from Day One,” I whispered and then cried out as Asher took one nipple between his teeth and sucked.

“Then it wouldn’t be this fucking perfect,” he growled.

He moved back up to my mouth and kissed me while pressing me down until I lay sprawled on my back. With another feral sound of want, he roughly dragged off my thong panties and stood staring down at me, naked and exposed and ready for him.

“I’ve dreamed about tasting you,” he said gruffly, his fingers trailing idly over my sex, fingertips teasing the wetness. “Since the day we met.”

“Asher…for God’s sake…”

I flailed and then gripped the bedspread for dear life as Asher knelt and put his mouth on me, tongued me, nipped and sucked me. I stared at the ceiling, incoherent sounds pouring out of me as he went at me, sending wave after wave of pure sensation coursing through me. Every cell in my body lit on fire and I arched off the bed, into him, wanting all of it. Even the twinge of pain in my ankle added to the tsunami that took me higher, higher…

Then Asher took my clit in his mouth the same way he had taken my nipple and sucked it between his teeth.

The wave crashed.

I clutched at the bed as if it could keep me from floating away or disintegrating into a million pieces. I screamed his name; it came pouring out of me on a tide of pleasure and heat that I’d never felt before with any man. Because it wasn’t just sex. It was sex with him.

Asher stood and stared down at me, like a conqueror over his prize. “I’m not done with you.”

He went to the nightstand for a condom. I hauled myself to sitting, watching him move—big but graceful in the dark.

I wasn’t done with him, either. I hadn’t even started.

“Come here,” I said, when he had the condom in hand.

I felt calmer now that the first need had been satiated but only barely. I wanted him inside me and could hardly believe it was about to happen. Anticipation, nerves, want…as if I’d never done this before.

I haven’t. Not like this.

Asher stood in front of me while I sat on the edge of the bed. I undid the button on his pants, then the zipper while kissing the warm skin of his stomach. I ran my tongue along the hard lines and ridges of his abdomen as I shoved his pants down. His erection strained against his boxer-briefs, and the flame of want burned white hot in the center of me at the sight of it. Slowly savoring the moment, I pushed his underwear off his hips, and the cut V of his abdomen led my gaze straight to his magnificent cock—huge and hard and perfect. I stroked him once, experimentally, to feel the velvet of his skin over the hard length of him.

“Faith,” he said tightly.

“Just getting acquainted.”

I took the condom packet from Asher, but instead of opening it, I sheathed him with my mouth.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned, his hand landing heavily in my hair, gripping and sending delicious licks down my spine.

Little sounds of want were issuing from my throat as I took him deep, then shallow, swirling my tongue and pumping him in my fist. Every sound he made, every muttered curse, every tightening of his hold on my hair spurred me on. He was holding himself back, trying not to fuck my mouth. I would have let him; except I couldn’t wait any more.

“Now,” I said, breathless, releasing him and rolling the condom down. I scooted back on the bed and lay back, wanton and needy, my legs spread. “Right now, firefighter.”

He kicked aside his pants and underwear and moved swiftly over me, on top of me, the head of his cock brushing against my warm wetness. He hooked one of my legs over the crook of his elbow, spreading me wider, and buried himself inside me in one smooth, hard thrust.

Time stood still, allowing my delirious mind and body to savor the feel of him—heavy, thick, and so, so deep in me. A warm, aching pleasure was stoked at that first thrust and grew heavier, stronger with the next hard slam of Asher’s hips to mine. And the next, and the next, each one faster and more intense, each driving me higher and higher while pinned beneath the perfect heavy weight of him.