Reckless Abandon(77)
I release my mouth from his kiss and look down at the keys to find the one that will unlock my front door. My arm has to bend at an awkward angel as I try to unlock it. When he begins to gently suck on my neck I almost drop the key ring.
Finally, the key is in the lock and we hear the telltale click.
“Thank, Christ. I need you inside . . . now.” His words are hot and harsh on my neck.
Asher kicks the front door closed and pushes my coat off my shoulders. His hands lace through my hair again as I back up and guide him toward the couch.
I pull back from Asher, and look back into those golden eyes. His fingers are frozen to the touch. Taking his two hands in my own, I lift them to my lips and gently blow hot breaths onto them to warm them. His breath hitches with each blow, so I do it a few more times for good measure.
When I am sure his fingers are nice and warm, I lift my hands up to touch him in a way I’ve been dying to for months. My palms skim over his strong, broad shoulders, passing over the blades along with the tuxedo jacket. I watch it fall to the floor.
With sultry fingers, I unbutton his shirt. With each one that comes undone, a hint of the velvety, bronzed skin of his taut stomach peeks out; I have to lean forward and run my tongue over it. Delicious.
Asher hisses as my palms join my tongue and his shirt, too, makes its way to the floor. Next, I unbutton the top button of his pants and slowly lower the zipper.
My heart is beating fast and my core begins to throb. I know how powerful it feels to have him inside me and I am thirsty for that feeling again.
My hand skims the elastic of his boxer briefs and his stomach pulls in at the touch. Thick, hard want is pushing through the fabric of his pants so I do what I can to relieve it.
I reach in and grab him.
“Baby, that feels so good. You, touching me . . . it’s . . . everything.” His are words breathy and filled with immediate need. I pump my hand up and down the hard shaft and let my thumb roll over the sensitive tip. My mouth finds his again, our kisses hot and wet. He pulls me in and holds me tight as I continue to touch and caress him.
Asher’s hands reach around the back of my dress and slowly pull down the zipper. When it hits my lower back, the dress opens up and starts to fall down my body, pooling at my ankles. Standing in a strapless bra and nothing else, I lean closer and let his shaft touch the burning skin of my belly.
“No underwear?” he murmurs in between kisses.
“Panty lines.”
“Lucky boy,” he says with a laugh and it reminds me of a time he said it before when we were on a speedboat in Capri. He flicks the clasp of my strapless bra leaving me completely naked and positively burning with lust and need to have him deep inside me.
Pushing him back onto the chesterfield, I stand above him, looking down at the man who knows my sins and my faults, yet wants to be with me just as I am.
His body takes over most of the sofa, with his muscular thighs parted and his beautiful chest rising and falling in anticipation. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his wallet, takes out a gold packet and places it on the cushion beside him. He then raises his hips and strips down. He is marvelous, magnificent really, and straining for me.
Asher takes my hand and guides me over him so I am straddling him with my knees on each side of his hips. He opens the foil packet and I watch as he unravels it down, over his thick, hard shaft.
When he is fully protected, his hands find their rightful place, on each side of my face; his so full of lust, of love, it takes my breath away.
“This is it for me. No more running.” His thumb skims over my lip and traces the outline of my mouth. His eyes glaze over. “I need to know you’re in this with me.”
My lips purse up and kiss his finger as it passes over my pout. I grab hold of his hand and kiss the inside of his palm and then pull it down into my chest over my heart.
“I’m here. I’m always here. I never left.”
Our mouths find each other again and I raise my body over his. My fingers splay through the hairs of his chest and my head falls into the curve of his right hand. Asher’s left hand drifts down my neck and gently caresses my back.
Our lips break apart as I slowly lower myself over Asher. We take a moment to adjust to the incredible feeling of, once again, being buried deep inside each other. I love the stretch and pull as my body welcomes him.
I gasp when he hits the most pleasurable spot of my being.
Those strong hands find a spot on each side of my waist and guide my body up and down in a powerful rhythm. With each pulse, he pushes up on his hips, allowing my throbbing core to rub against him.
We move as one but with each wave of pleasure I find my back arching further away from him, my hair falling down my back and my breathing louder, my moans deeper.
Asher leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth. He nips and pulls, tugs and sucks on my breasts. I am near convulsing as he moves to the other and bites down, hard.
I lean forward and take his mouth in mine, massaging my tongue against his. Sweat trickles on the skin of my back as I work his body harder and faster.
Our arms hold tight onto one another and our kisses are deeper. Our bodies are so tightly drawn together I hope they never separate. I feel the buildup inside my body. If I stop I may lose it so I continue to pump and grind and build and burn until I explode.
Heaven and hell and everything in between open up as I writhe around him, coming hard and breathless. I don’t stop moving, trying to make this ride last forever.