She gasps at the visual, and when our eyes meet in the mirror, I almost come on the spot at the way we look, bodiestangled together, my hands on her tits and her pussy sliding over me.
“Shit, we’re so damn hot,” she says, her eyes glued to the mirror.
“Bet your ass we are,” I say, pinching her nipples hard enough to have her moaning and sliding her pussy over me. “Stand up a little.”
I help guide her up just enough to notch my cock at her entrance, a groan rumbling out of my chest as she sinks down on me slowly until she is sitting in my lap, my cock buried inside her. She clenches her inner muscles, and our moans mingle together in the air that is rapidly heating around us.
“Nothing feels as right as you wrapped around my cock. Ride me, Juliette, and keep your eyes on me while you do.”
She starts to move, grinding her body down on me as she glides back and forth on my lap, moaning every time she pushes back, and I rub along her inner walls in a way I know makes her go insane. With my eyes still locked on her, I kiss down her throat while she rides me, grazing my teeth along her shoulder and tweaking her nipples harder, making her cry out and ride me faster. The feel of her so tight around me and the view of us in the mirror and the noises Julie is making have me riding the edge so quickly I have to clench every muscle in my body to keep from coming.
“Asher, I need more,” Julie says urgently, riding me faster, harder.
“Anything you want, baby,” I say in her ear, sliding one hand down to rub her clit in the firm circles I know she likes and thrusting my hips to fuck up into her every time she grinds down on me.
“Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I rasp, bringing one hand up to grip her throatwhile I fuck her faster, rub her harder. I can feel her tightening around me, getting close to the edge, and the feeling drives me wild.
“Watch us, Juliette.” I grit into her ear. “Watch how we look together. Watch yourself soak my cock and watch me come inside you.”
“Asher, shit, yes,” she gasps out, as her legs start to shake, and her hips lose their rhythm. Increasing the pressure of my hand on her throat, I slide two fingers along her clit while I thrust up hard and she comes on a cry, her eyes glued to mine in the mirror. The view of Julie falling apart around me has pleasure licking up my spine, my balls drawing up tight before I come on a groan, my teeth sinking into her neck and my arms holding her tightly to me while I fill her up. I have to fight to keep my eyes open, and it feels like we both come forever, the pleasure so intense that it’s almost a relief when it ebbs, her body curling into me and her head falling back on my shoulder. I wrap both my arms around her and hold her tight against me as our hearts pound and both of our chests heave with the effort of taking in oxygen.
“It gets better every time,” Julie manages, rolling her head on my shoulder to press a kiss to my cheek. The casual gesture after such an intimate moment has emotion rising in my chest, burning in my eyes.
“It will always get better every time, Juliette. We are fire together.”
She laughs a little, bringing her arms up to cover mine, stroking a hand along my forearm, and tangled together like this, I feel our heartrates slowly return to normal. As my body relaxes and I come back down to earth, exhaustion suddenly covers me like a weighted blanket, and I think Julie notices because she unwraps my arms from around her and stands. She leans down and kisses me softly, whispering, “Stay here,”against my lips. Too tired to do anything except appreciate the view of a naked Julie, ass swaying as she walks away, I do exactly what she says. I hear the shower go on and then Julie comes back, taking both my hands and pulling me up, guiding me into the bathroom and straight into the shower.
“Sit, Ash,” she says, gesturing to the built in shower bench. “Let me take care of you.” She unhooks the detachable shower head and leans my head back, wetting my hair. Then she reaches for the shampoo and, with gentle hands, she washes my hair for me. Overcome with a tangle of emotions I’m too tired to separate, I lean forward, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against her chest. I feel her kiss the top of my head and then finish working the shampoo through my hair. By the time she rinses my hair and washes my body for me, I am a puddle.
And when she leans down and brushes a kiss over my injured shoulder, lingering there, lips against the place where I’m broken, my heart cracks open all over again. Tears of relief for what I’ve gained and lingering grief for what I’ve lost pour down my face, mixing with the shower water and swirling down the drain. My sobs are quiet but Julie sees. She sees all of me. She sticks with me through the tears, whispering words of comfort and love, picking up my shattered pieces to safeguard until I'm strong enough to put them back together. When I’m all cried out again, she makes quick work of her own shower then shuts off the water. She wraps herself in a towel and then grabs a second one, drying me off right where I sit.
“Come on, Hot Shot, let’s get you into bed.”
I’m so tired my brain can’t even form words. I just follow Julie back into her room and slide into bed when she pulls back the covers. She gets in behind me, fitting her body to mine and sliding an arm around me. I’m a big guy, and I don’t think I’ve ever been the small spoon, but the comfort of Julie wrapped around me at the end of this day that has felt like forever is soimmense it has tears blurring my vision all over again. I take a deep breath and sink further into her hold, and I feel her arm tightening around me, her lips against my back.
“Sleep now, Ash. I’ve got you.”
And with the knowledge that she does, and the confidence that she always will, I close my eyes and drop into sleep.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Julie
When I wake up in the morning, I’m still pressed against Asher, my arm around him, my hand pressed low on his belly. When he shifts in his sleep, my fingers graze his hard cock, and he moans into his pillow.
“Do it again,” he rasps, his voice thick with sleep and so fucking sexy I feel that rasp through my entire body and my clit throbs, as if I didn’t have the best sex of my life less than six hours ago. We fell into bed naked last night, so there’s nothing between us as I wrap my hand around him and stroke him long and slow.
“Fuck, baby, I need you right now.” His raspy morning voice turns urgent as he rolls over, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply, exploring every inch of my mouth until we’re both gasping.
“I want my mouth on you,” I say, pulling back to watch his eyes go feral, exactly what I was hoping would happen.
“Then do it, Juliette.” Asher settles on his back and laceshis fingers behind his head, leaving his body open for me to explore. Knowing that we’re on borrowed time and that at some point one of my parents is going to come looking for us for breakfast, I get right to it. Shifting my body to kneel next to him, I grip the base of his cock and swirl my tongue around the head before I swallow him right down. When I slide my mouth back up, grazing the underside with my tongue and sliding my finger back to rub along the sensitive skin behind his balls, his hips shoot up and the garbled sound he lets out is barely human.
I don’t have time to be amused by that because suddenly he sits up, wrapping his arms around my legs and swinging me around so I’m laying on top of his body, my thighs bracketing his face.
“Hold on tight and bring your A-game Juliette. First one to make the other come wins.”
