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She understood now. He was a little busy driving her insane.
Arching her back, she wiggled her arms underneath herself—no small feat, since he continued to stroke her inner walls—and unfastened the clasp. The fabric loosened.
Asher hooked a finger between the cups and pulled, freeing her arms as he tossed it over the side of the bed. He latched onto one breast, teasing the tip, even as he continued his mind-numbing assault below her waistline.
Esther writhed on the bed. Her body didn’t know where to go or what to do. With every nip, stroke, and touch, he overwhelmed her senses.
Every thought in her head ceased, making way for the bright light of ecstasy that ripped through her brain and down her nerve endings. She cried out, clamping her knees together, holding his hand in place as she rode the wave.
Eventually, the waves died down, leaving her lounging languidly. Her body relaxed, letting him go. He moved away from her, getting up.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.” He unzipped his jeans and shoved the material down his legs.
Some of Esther’s tranquil feeling faded as her body woke up again. He’d exposed thick, muscular thighs and the outline of something she couldn’t wait to wrap her hand around.
Kicking out of his jeans, he hooked his thumbs in the top of his boxer-briefs. In one smooth, fluid movement, he whisked the material over his hips. It fell down his legs to pool on the floor and left her staring at the long sweep of his manhood.
Her body wept, anticipating what was coming. She crooked a finger at him and raised her knees. Fire blazed in his eyes as he put a knee on the bed and crawled between her thighs. Rolling his hips, he brushed through her wetness as he hovered above her.
“Condom.” Esther slapped at the bed, looking for his wallet. He’d better find it fast. Before she threw caution completely to the wind.
One long arm reached past her head, snagging the billfold. He sat back on his haunches and flipped it open, removing the foil packet and tossing the wallet on the floor with their clothes. The wrapper crinkled as he tore it open. A moment later, he’d sheathed himself and was hovering over her again.
“Remember how I said we need to make this one count?”
She nodded, liking where his thoughts were going. She didn’t want vanilla sex. Not if they only had one chance tonight.
“Roll onto your side.”
Esther rolled. He brought her top leg up, letting her bottom leg slide under him as he shifted closer. His hand skimmed her calf as he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed forward. The angle was unlike any other, and it gave him access to her entire body, of which he took advantage. Esther clutched the sheets as his hands roamed over her torso, down to her core to tease her, and then back up, all while he slowly rolled his hips, teasing a different part of her body. She both loved it and hated it; she couldn’t touch him.
Finally, she decided that wasn’t acceptable and bent her top leg, pushing against him. He let her go, and she scooted away, quickly rolling up to her knees to come at him.
“I take it you didn’t like that position?”
She grabbed handfuls of his hair. “It was fine, but I couldn’t do this.” She latched onto his mouth. He locked his arms around her waist and toppled them onto the bed, hauling her over his body to straddle his hips. Scooting up the headboard, he bent his knees, trapping her in the vee he created.
Reaching between them, she wrapped his silken length in her fist and squeezed. His deep groan vibrated her insides down to her soul.
Ready for more, she lifted and swirled him through her folds, then sank down. His fingers dug into her flesh as he gripped her hips. Their moans mingled, echoing through the room. Hands on his shoulders, she held on as they moved together, taking each other to the heavens.
When her climax hit, white spots burst in her vision. He swallowed her shout of pleasure with a soul-searing kiss. Esther grasped his face and held on as her body floated away, carried on a sea of ecstasy and an emotion she couldn’t name. It wasn’t love; maybe love-adjacent. His firm but gentle touch left her feeling cherished and appreciated.
Slowly, she floated down from the planets and the stars, regaining some awareness of her surroundings. But mostly, her mind focused on the man in her arms and the embrace they shared. He continued to nip and suckle on her lips, drawing out the pleasure their union created. She didn’t want to move, but knew they needed to shower and do all the things that needed done before they went to bed.
But for now, she was content to stay here and let the little moments feed the feelings growing deep within.
They’d started something tonight, and she wasn’t ashamed to say she was greedy and wanted more.
Twenty-One
“Are you ready for this?” Esther looked at Asher, a wicked smile on her face as she reached into the backseat of his car for the item they’d bought yesterday evening. “Because I am.”
With a huff and a sigh, he took it as she held it up. “I was set up. How was I supposed to know you were practically a professional?”
Laughing, she gathered the handles of the tote between her feet into one hand and opened the car door. “You could have asked.” Her smile softened as she put one foot on the pavement. “But we both know you would wear that even if you won the bet. Just because it would make Leah smile.”
