Supernatural Academy: Year One (Supernatural Academy #1)(100)
The kiss was so hot that I couldn’t breathe or think or do anything other than react. I just kissed him like my life depended on it, and he was doing the same. He sucked in my bottom lip and I groaned—I’d never been this turned on in my life.
I rocked against him again, my panties soaked and my body more than ready. I brushed my hands down his chest, feeling the perfect ridges of his body before I caressed his abs. My fingers wrapped around the tip of his dick, which was huge and thick.
“Please,” I moaned.
Asher lifted his head from where he was kissing me. “What, baby girl? Tell me what you want?”
I moaned again, almost beyond words. “I need—Asher, fuck.”
His fingers had slipped under my sweats, caressing along my swollen, throbbing flesh.
“Say it, Maddi,” he said with more command, and I obeyed without thought.
“I need you. Please. Don’t hold back with me. Not today.”
He lifted me, and we made it to his room in about twenty seconds. He didn’t drop me on the bed like I expected. He placed me on his table, pushing me back so he could bury his face in my pussy.
I almost came right then, thrashing and moving against his hot damp mouth. He moved back long enough to rip my sweats free, but he didn’t remove my panties, choosing to lick my clit through the soft material, using it to rub against me as his fingers danced inside of me.
“Asher,” I cried, teetering on the edge.
He slowed his assault, pulling back. I sat up, reaching out to wrap my hand around his rock-hard length. I leaned down to suck him deep into my greedy mouth. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and I groaned as my tongue swirled across him.
His hands fisted in my hair, just shy of painful, and when a deep rumble left his mouth, I groaned as well, loving that I was making this good for him.
Asher tightened his hold, pulling my face up to his, our lips meeting in another frantic, punishing kiss. He wasted no time removing every last piece of my clothing, before he moved us to the bed. I couldn’t stop touching his body, marveling at the strength and beauty before me. There was nothing and no one comparable to Asher, and the fact that he was mine, in even this sort of small capacity, blew my mind.
We hadn’t had the “are you my girlfriend or boyfriend” talk yet, and I wasn’t even sure that was something supes did, but we’d already proven that we cared beyond most normal relationships, and that was enough.
“You’re not fertile,” he said, pressing hard kisses along my chest, his lips and tongue caressing my nipples.
“No,” I moaned, moving against him. “Not fertile.”
I’d learned about being fertile and if there were any supe STIs—there weren’t—early in the year. It was good to be responsible and prepared. It was also a relief to find out why I’d never had a period, something human-raised Maddison had worried about but never had the money to get checked.
Asher slid inside me in one smooth movement, and it was only because I’d been prepped well and was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life that his size didn’t hurt me.
He moved slowly at first, sliding in and out, teasing nerve endings and getting me wetter than I’d ever been. After some time, he lost that controlled speed, lifting me with one hand to give himself better leverage before slamming into me. After months of torture, months of separation, months of denying our true selves, this was exactly what we needed.
Reaching up, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth down to mine. We both released a breathy groan as our tongues met, and I hoped that I would never get sick of tasting him like this. It was fucking heaven.
Asher pulled back so that our eyes could meet. “I’m addicted,” he said softly, those dimples assaulting me with their beauty. He slid deeper, the pace slowing again.
I gasped, arching into him. “Asher…”
His hand tightened on my ass, lifting me while he used his other hand to stroke my clit. The hot, drugging swirls in my center expanded, filling my body with the sort of pleasure that could possibly kill a person. Groans escaped, and my body tightened and exploded.
He drew my orgasm out for a long time, the slow, deep strokes dragging every ounce of pleasure from me. The moment I relaxed, he leaned down and kissed me gently, his thumb caressing my cheek before running across my lips.
I sighed, another moan escaping as he continued those slow, deep thrusts. It was almost too much with the aftershocks of my orgasm still racing through me.
Sweet Jesus.
Something was very clear to me now. There was normal sex, and then there was sex with Asher.
My buildup started again, faster than before and with strong intensity. One fist gripped the sheets at my side, and I arched my back, giving him deeper access.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he said, a rumble in his tone.
“Ash,” I cried, about two more strokes from losing it.
This time when my body shattered, black and white dots flashed across my eyes. I forced myself to breathe, because I was pretty sure I was going to pass out if I didn’t. Asher’s body tensed above me, and he groaned my name as he joined me, both of us riding the pleasure for many, many long minutes.
Asher twisted to the side, our bodies still together as he dropped to the bed. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing emerged. I just couldn’t coherently string words together. Asher’s strong arms banded around me, his lips pressing over and over into my lips and jawline and cheeks. It was a surprisingly sweet moment after the hottest sex of my life.
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