Clever that she’d let him have the space around the story of his father while also reminding him she wanted to know. She just seemed to intuit how best to coax him closer to her, make him yearn to share stuff he rarely talked about.
They both needed the sweat of sex to get rid of the day. They’d deal with everything else tomorrow. He also wanted to connect with her, to regain that intimacy they’d lost when he’d handled that business about her morning with her at Twisted Steel.
“How about this? Why don’t I help you remember it instead? Just as the day I gave you the best orgasms you’ve ever had.”
She gave him a coy look from under her lashes. “If you’re sure. I mean. For science and all I guess we should.”
Yes, he was a taciturn man. He liked to listen more than he spoke. But he loved to laugh. With her it was more than that. She didn’t just make him laugh; she teased him. She made him happy in ways he hadn’t realized were possible.
“It’s handy that you’re always game.”
“For science, Asa. How could I turn my back on that?”
“Very brave of you. Face me. I want you to know who brings you pleasure.”
She did as he’d told her to. “I don’t need to be looking at your face to remember you make me feel good.”
“I like that.” He kissed her, tasting her in little nips. “But I still want you to do what I told you.”
Her breath caught and he smiled.
“Today I made it about me instead of you when you came into Twisted Steel. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m pissed off. But not at you. And you deserved to be put before how I felt or what I wanted to do.”
When Asa was twenty-two, he’d had to take his medical files and a bunch of things his mother had tucked away in an attic. His old report cards had been inside. Even from the time he’d lived with his grandparents. And a report from some counselor he’d seen in junior high.
Due to Asa’s unusual circumstances as a young child – being taken from his mother and forced to live with a family that saw him as a physical manifestation of sin and the concomitant physical and emotional abuse he experienced until reunited with his mother at seven years of age – he has manifested difficulty in forming deep attachments and this may hinder his ability to lead a successful life as an adult.
He’d confronted his mother about it, asked her why she hadn’t ever told him. And she’d said, “It doesn’t matter what that counselor said. You do have trouble getting close to people. But once you do, you’d die for those people. And there’s not a goddamn thing wrong with that, Asa.”
He hadn’t expected PJ. She’d floated into his life and nothing had been the same since. But when he’d heard that story from Duke and then watched her face as she talked about it, he knew for certain PJ was one of those people he’d die for.
Which meant he had to take better care of her.
She cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “We’re good.”
“Okay then.” He slid his palm up her belly, up the valley between her breasts. Up to cup her throat as he pulled her in to take her lips. He kissed and kissed her until she was squirming against him, wanting more.
Asa groaned into her mouth, “You’re so wet, so hot. It’s so good.” Her skin pebbled and he nipped her bottom lip. “On your back.”
Slowly, as if she were just a little tipsy, she moved off his lap and settled, her back against the pillows.
“Normally I’d order you to make yourself come. But right at this moment I want to make you come.”
Her smile was patient as she waited. That would change, though. She’d get less patient the longer he paused. It was one of his favorite things about her. He licked around her knee, watching her nipples draw tighter and get darker.
“Hands over your head.” He loved the way that position accentuated the arch of her back, the beauty of her curves. The cant of her hips that opened her up perfectly to his mouth as he slid his lips over her pussy and then parted her with this thumbs, exposing her clit to his tongue.
The sound she made seemed to slice through him, letting all that yearning he felt for her spill out.
The span of his hands as they lay on her thighs, holding them wide for his mouth, made her nearly as breathless as whatever he was doing with his tongue.
He was so fucking big. In every way. It rendered her a little giddy each time he touched her. Even when he was rough or ordered her around, he never used his size against her.
Even today, when she knew he was really angry, she never felt unsafe with him. It made her feel… cherished. Adored.
One of his hands slid up her belly to her nipple. She blew out a breath when he pinched just shy of pain and then backed off.
She hummed at the heat sliding all through her. He was just so good at eating pussy, she didn’t know what to do with herself other than let him do whatever.
He nuzzled her clit until she was right on the very edge of climax and then paused, making her growl her dismay.
“Ah-ah-ah. I’ll let you come when I’m ready. I like to tease you until you get really demanding.”
She craned her neck to look at him better, without moving her hands, of course. He’d totally stopped fucking her the first time she moved when he’d told her not to. That had sucked. But only for about five minutes, because he wanted to come too.
His smile told her he knew she’d stopped herself from moving because she remembered that.
He got back to it, sliding his tongue deep and then swirling it up to her clit, circling over and over until she came so hard she was a mass of twitching muscles and warm, pleasured female.
He rolled her over to her belly, kissing her shoulder as he did. “I liked that,” she mumbled.
He rustled in the nightstand and she smiled, coming out of her stupor a little as she heard the cap of the lube click open after the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
“Mmm.” It seemed like that sound was better than any word she could have said. And since he’d left her sort of dopey postclimax, she’d happily leave it at that.
Then the lube, cool and slick, spread over her asshole and she made a markedly less enthusiastic sound. She’d withhold judgment to see what he planned to do with all that lube. Fingers, maybe. Cock? Nope.
He moved closer, pulling her hips up, also a very good sign. Until he circled the head of his cock around her asshole. This time her sound was a full-on no thank you grunt.
Asa, being Asa, must have taken that as a challenge, because he pressed in and as she’d remembered, it hurt, and not in a good way.
She made another sound, damn the man, and scrambled up the bed to her knees, facing him. “I’m on the train to nopetown with that.”
“I take it you object?” He smirked. Smirked. And it worked on him. He was delightfully mussed up. His hair was down and it managed to tumble over one of his eyes and make him look ridiculously hot.
Still, she needed him to know she didn’t answer knocks at her back door. “Asa, when it comes to butt sex, my philosophy is this.” She indicated her body, and his attention followed, his gaze blurring. “ ‘All these worlds are yours except Europa.’ ” She pointed to her ass. “ ‘Attempt no landing there.’ ”
He’d never in his life had a romantic partner quote any book to him while fucking, much less use a science-fiction novel quote to tell him no thanks to ass fucking.
It was just such a PJ thing that all he could do was burst out laughing, pulling her close. “There’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right this moment.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Nothing? Me saying no to anal is so amusing?”
He nodded, kissing her. “Everything you do is something I’m interested in. That you quote Arthur C. Clarke underlines my very good taste.”