My hips arch off the bed, pleading for him to move lower. His mouth on my skin feels so good I may jump out of my skin. My body is wet and heat pools deep down inside of me, begging for him to be nearer. His tongue glides down my inner thigh, kissing and nipping my skin and nearly sending me over the edge.
“Alex, please…” I beg.
“No.” His head lifts and carnal eyes meet mine. “If I only get you once, I need to soak this in. Tonight we play by my rules.”
His commanding tone drips with sex. I grasp his hair in my hands and guide his mouth to the peak of my desire. His tongue knows exactly where to go and starts by licking the sensitive folds already hot with desire.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he says, lapping up my wetness with the smooth velvet of his tongue.
I let out a loud moan of pure pleasure. He rewards me with a lick to my very swollen clit. I gasp for breath.
“Hold on, baby. Once I taste you, I’m not gonna be able to stop,” he says just before lowering himself back down and quickly starts circling my need, flicking, licking, and sucking at a pace I didn’t know was humanly possible.
I tug his hair in approval and he continues on, his tongue practically vibrating on my clit. There is no down time, no need for him to go faster because my body is practically trying to back away because the pleasure of it is too much and too fast.
Asher dips two fingers inside me, making a “come hither” motion, and my desire rises. Quickening his fingertips to match his mouth, my body is about to burst. Sweat pools on my chest and my ears burn so hot I might explode. My mind goes blank and my voice is crying out in sounds that aren’t human.
I need it, want it, feel it… Fuck it!
My body collapses around his fingers, my desire pooling into his mouth. My torso so far off the bed crashes down onto the duvet. Instead of being spent, I’m ignited. I grab Asher’s head and move his gorgeous full lips closer to mine, tasting my arousal on his beautiful full pout.
“I need you inside me,” I say, taking his tongue so deep in my mouth I may swallow him hole.
Asher pulls back and reaches over to his pants that were left on the edge of the bed. Producing a foil package, he rips it open and slides a condom down his very impressive manhood. His eyes spy mine eyeing up his erection.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” Asher mounts his body on top of mine and positions himself so his hard length is settled just outside my very wet entrance. Taking my hand in his, Asher holds it over my head and presses it down into he bed, pinning me in place. His other hand wraps around my waist and braces me for what’s about to happen.
Holding his head just above mine, he looks down at me, his golden eyes intense on mine. “I need to watch you,” he says. I nod, looking deep into those brown flecks you can only see when you’re really looking at him. Without warning, Asher presses himself hard inside me. I gasp in pleasure.
Asher stalls for a second, waiting for my body to adjust to his. He retrieves himself and slams his body into mine once more, rubbing my body from the inside out with his. I feel myself begin to climax again.
He feels it too and quickly slams his body into mine, harder and faster with each thrust. My internal orgasm builds deep inside my belly. Anticipation steepens. My eyes roll into the back of my head, forcing them to close with the intensity of each movement. I have never in my life experienced this much pleasure.
“Kathryn!” Asher cries out, and the sound of my name pouring out of his beautiful mouth in ecstasy is all I need to push me back over the edge. My body explodes.
Fingers gripping the sheets, I try to stabilize myself. I’m having an out-of-body experience.
Asher collapses on top of me, burying his head into my neck. We lay all legs and arms wrapped around each other as our heartbeats steady and breaths level. Asher runs his hand up and down my arm as I catch my breath.
Coming back to my senses, I shouldn’t be surprised how natural it feels to be in his arms. I bathe in the warmth of his skin, stealing a few moments to absorb the pleasure that just transpired.
His hand moves up to my hair and he softly brushes it away from my face. His lips kiss my hair. I inhale his intoxicating scent, drinking in this incredible creature.
“I dream of this,” he whispers in my ear.
I look at him, still not believing I’m really here, naked in bed with Alexander Asher. Is it possible all this time he has been as affected by me as I have of him?
Raising my right hand, I tenderly brush the side of his face. He closes his eyes as I run the tips of my fingers across his strong jaw and trace the line up to his temples and down the slope of his nose and the curve of his soft lips. He lets out a breath when my hand moves down to his neck and over his Adam’s apple to rest on his chest, his heart. Under my palm, I can feel his chest rise and fall in deep rhythmic patterns. His heart quickens.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
His eyes flutter for a second before he answers, “You.” He leans down and kisses my lips so softly I almost miss it. “I’m waiting for you to leap from this bed and scream about how wildly inappropriate this is.”
He’s right. I should be running for the door. But I can’t.
“You asked me for one night. The damage is done, and I don’t regret it. At least, right now, I don’t regret it. I’m here. I’m staying… at least for the night.”
Tomorrow. I can deal with this tomorrow. For now, I am warm and content in his arms.
The room is pitch black when I wake… What time is it? I turn to the side, but I can’t see the alarm clock. Am I still in my room? I try to lift my head, but Asher’s arm is wrapped around me, tight. So is his leg for that matter. I take his hand and unravel it from my body. His leg is more difficult. I have to catch my breath after trying to remove his massive leg from around my hip.
Removing myself from a blanket of Asher, I crawl out of the bed, placing the covers back on top of him.
Trying to navigate in the darkness, I tiptoe across the room and into the bathroom. The light is too bright, and I contemplate turning it back off.
I lean over the sink and wash off the heavy eye makeup I wore last night and apply some night cream. I pull the pins out of my hair and shake out the curls. Looking up in the mirror, I assess the damage. Surprisingly, I don’t look that bad. My hair is long and wavy from being pulled up for the gala. My skin is red from sun and sex. Spending an exhilarating night with Alexander Asher seems to agree with me.
Exhilarating it was. His body is incredible and his mouth can do extraordinary things. Even more extraordinary than the physical were his words. He needed me. He dreamed of me.
I look back at the woman in the mirror. Yes, she is a woman. A hot, attractive, feral woman.
Grabbing a soft waffle robe from behind the door, I wrap it around my body. The man may have already devoured my body, but there is still a sense of modesty to be upheld.
I open the door and am startled to see Asher sitting up in bed with the sheet draping across his hip. I want to crawl on top of him. The light from the bathroom casts a heavenly glow. He looks godlike. The hard stare of his eyes boring into mine looks primal.
I walk across the room to open drapes that lead to the patio overlooking the ocean.
“Don’t,” he commands.
“Don’t open the window?” I ask.
“No. I closed the curtains after you went to sleep.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. With the bathroom as my only source of light, I scan the room and notice the alarm clock is unplugged. ”Did you also unplug the clock?”