Reckless Abandon(41)

My back is lowered onto a plush bed of fine linens. The weight of me sinks into the fabric. It feels divine. Not as divine as the hands of the man who is still holding me, kissing me, and taking me with his mouth in mine.

Asher breaks the kiss and kneels over me. Hooded eyes skim my body. Instead of feeling embarrassed I take the empowerment I get under his stare and lift my back up off the bed and help him undress.

First, I peel off his shirt and get an intimate view of the perfectly sculpted chest I was admiring earlier.

My hands rub over the hard muscle and weave in the soft hairs of his stomach that lead a trail to the edge of his boxer briefs sticking out of his shorts.

Next, I unhook his belt and leave it hanging loosely from the hooks. My fingers, steady and controlled, undo the top button of his shorts and then glide the zipper down.

With a hiss through his teeth and his stomach constricting, I lower his shorts until they’re hanging loosely by his bent knees. I reach my hand inside and pull his massive erection from his boxers, feeling the weight of it in my hand and rubbing my palm up and down his length, circling my thumb around the tip.

“Baby, that feels so good. You feel so good.” His moans send me into erotic bliss. I lean forward and lick the very sensitive head, swirling my tongue around in circles and then glide up the vein until Asher’s head falls back.

“Emma . . .”

I lick and roll and dance with him, taking him to the back of my throat and listening to the beautiful sounds his throat makes with every ounce of pleasure I am giving him.

Warm hands snake around my head. His fingers weave into my hair, guiding my head up. For as worked up as he is, Asher leans down, and brings his legs down between mine until he is settled above me, between my legs, hovering over me and kisses me with a steadied passion that is more determined and purposeful than anything he has exhibited in the short time I’ve known him.

“I need to be inside of you.” His voice is hushed, his breathing hard. “I don’t think I’ll be able to breathe until I’m buried deep inside you.”

My body is burning with want and lust for this man. The taste of him in my mouth and the feel of him between my thighs is too much. My core is begging to be taken by him, in every way. And if he doesn’t tame the throbbing between my legs I might just flip him over and straddle him on my own.

I have nothing to offer in the form of words so I give him my permission by pushing his clothes off as far as I can reach them. My palm flat against his gorgeous ass, pulling him toward me.

“I need to hear you say it.” He says, not budging his body from hovering over my body. I want him lower. On me. In me. I want him closer but he’s holding back.

“Say what?” I ask, looking up into those eyes that have turned my heart citrine.

“Tell me you need me. I want to hear you say the words.” His chiseled face, softens with emotion.

His eyes are asking me for something very more than just sex.

They’re asking me to fix him.

To let him fix me.

They’re asking me to love him.

My throat tightens and my mouth waters. From the tips of my toes to the pad of my fingers. My skin is on fire and igniting brighter with every extra inch of skin of his that touches mine. Together, we are a raging fever. The only antidote is to quell the desire burning between us.

“I need you, Asher. I need you to make me feel. I need you to make me burn. I need you to burn with me.”

“It’s you,” he says as his lips come crashing back down on mine. In a heartbeat his clothes are off and he is opening a foil packet I didn’t see him grab. He slides the condom down his shaft and positions just outside of me.

With soft kisses and strong hands, Asher holds me still as he enters me. My back instantly bows and arches into him. If I thought the feel of him outside of my clothing was intense, the feeling of him inside me is immeasurable.

Moving in me, he hits every nerve ending inside my body. I didn’t even know it could feel this good with out a mechanical toy. It’s as if he was made especially for me, to fit inside and milk me from the inside out with pure perfection.

His body rolls in and out of me; rubbing his groin against mine to give friction to my very swollen clit. I’m being loved from the inside and the outside. It won’t take long for me to . . . my God . . . my hands grip the sheets . . . my toes curl in . . . I feel so much.

My body starts to spasm, arching off the bed closer to him, needing more. I start pumping my own hips with him.

Asher’s buries his head in my neck, biting my skin. “I love the feel of you. Keep doing that.”

My body moves with his. My core is soaking wet and I’m still climbing.

Asher bends his back and leans his head down to take a nipple in his mouth. My body spasms more with pleasure and my orgasm is driven home when he adjusts his hips and pushes inside me so deep and hard I think I might be having an exorcism.

Screams and cries are coming from the room and they’re all from me. Asher pulls me in tight and kisses me hard, sucking on my tongue and biting on my lip as he finds his own pleasure, coming hard inside me. I can feel him pulsing from inside.

Our bodies are a mix of sweat and heat. I feel sticky but I don’t want to move. I want to be glued to this moment forever.

And I think he does too. Brushing the hair off my forehead, Asher rubs my temples and smoothes my hair with his hand. Gorgeous honey eyes skim my face. I reach up with my own hand and let my fingers trace the outline of his jaw, rubbing the light scruff.