“You first, Juliette. I’ve got plans for you.”
I feel a flutter of nerves, wondering what he means. Before I have time to think too hard, he tells me exactly what he wants.
“I want you to sit that gorgeous cunt right on my face so I can get my first taste of you.”
His eyes hold mine as I consider that. I get a flash of last night. Of him telling me he wanted my legs wrapped around his head. How that image had me hurling over the edge into the most intense orgasm of my life. But then my nerves flare. I’ve never let anyone do that. Could never relax enough to be that vulnerable with another person. What if he doesn’t like it?
“No way.” Asher grabs my face in both of his hands, leaning up to kiss my forehead. “Get right out of your stunning head,” he murmurs. “If you say no, the answer is no, and that’s that. But if you’re worried that I won’t like it, toss that thought straight in the fire because baby, I’ll love it.”
God, I want it. I want it so damn much. And this is Asher. I’m safe with him.
I lean down so my forehead rests against his. “Yes.”
His eyes are a little fierce as he runs a hand down my side and between my legs, swiping his fingers against my pussy where I am already hot and wet for him. He brings his handback up and sticks his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean, groaning a little at the taste. When he presses his lips to mine, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth so I can taste myself, it’s so raw and filthy that I almost come on the spot.
“I love the way you smell. The taste of you drives me wild. I want to spend every second of every day with my face between your legs and my tongue inside your sweet pussy, drinking up every last drop of you. So do it, Juliette. Sit on my face. Right. Fucking. Now.”
He grabs my hips and hauls me up his body, so I’m kneeling on the floor, straddling his face. When he leans up and swipes his tongue through my slit, my hands fly out and grab onto the footboard of the bed so I don’t topple over.
I look down and lock eyes with Asher, his dark and filled with arousal. “I said sit, Juliette. All the way.” He grips my hips tighter and pulls me down, burying his tongue inside me in one motion that has a moan ripping out of my throat. He eats me like a man possessed, keeping his grip tight on my hips while he fucks me with his tongue. And when he moves his tongue up to circle my clit, I grind down on him on instinct, looking for more, harder, faster.
“That’s it, baby,” Asher grunts. “Fuck my face. You look so goddamn sexy up there, taking what you need.”
He moves one of his hands from my hip around to my ass, trailing down until he finds my entrance, pushing two fingers deep inside me. He curls them up and I gasp, rolling my hips against his mouth and grinding back on his fingers, the dual stimulation making my head spin and my orgasm build faster than I thought possible. I let go of the headboard and palm my breasts, pinching my nipples as he alternates between fucking me with his tongue and circling it around my clit.
“Asher,” I whimper. “I need…” I don’t even know what I need. I justneed.
But he seems to know. In one motion, he curls his fingers up again, pumping them in and out of me while he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it once, twice, three times, and I detonate around him. My orgasm hits me so hard and fast that my vision blurs. The noise I make is low and feral, and I don’t even have it in me to care as waves of pleasure pummel me. Asher sticks with me until the pleasure ebbs, and I slide bonelessly down to his chest. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing hard, my heart pounding. His spicy scent surrounds me as I breathe him in, letting my heart rate return to normal.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles into my ear as he strokes his hands up and down my back. “You are perfect.”
“No, you are,” I say, a little breathlessly.
He laughs, and the sound of it warms me to my core as he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.
“We’ll have to agree to disagree, here. Seeing you above me, pinching your nipples while you rode my face? That was the hottest moment of my entire life.”
I smile against his shoulder, suddenly overcome with the urgent need to give him back some of what he gave to me.
I lift my head so I can see him. “I want to taste you too.”
“You don’t have to, you know.”
I scoff at him. “Don’t be stupid, Asher. I know that.”
“Well, okay then. You want to get on your knees for me, baby? Wrap those gorgeous lips around my cock? Suck me off until I come down your throat?”
A curl of lust snakes down my spine at his words. No one has ever talked to me like this, and I love it. Every fucking word. I say nothing, climbing off him and standing, pulling him up with me and turning us so his back is to the bed. I grab his chin with my hand and lock eyes with him.
“Julie Parker gets on her knees for no man. But Juliette would really like to get on her knees for you.”
Before he can say anything, I drop down to my knees and wrap my hand around his cock. He is long and so thick that my hand doesn’t quite fit all the way around him. I stroke from base to tip, rubbing my thumb over the precum leaking out of his slit. When I look up, Asher’s eyes dilate until they are practically black. His nostrils flare and his chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Juliette,” he says, his voice a little shaky. “This is…you are…fuck.”
He seems to give up on words, closing his eyes and shaking his head while I run my fist up and down his length, my other hand gripping the back of his thigh. Watching this beautiful, powerful man crumble a little while I’m the one on my knees makes me feel like I could run the world. I lean forward and run my tongue along the underside, tracing the thick vein and flicking my tongue into the sensitive groove below his tip. His chest rumbles with a growl, and when I take him into my mouth, sliding down to take as much of him as I can, his hands fly back to the footboard, gripping so tightly his fingers turn white.
I slide my mouth back up to his tip, circling my tongue around before diving back down, taking him so far that he bumps the back of my throat. When I swallow around him, he lets out a moan and closes his eyes again, his face screwed up in concentration like he’s trying not to come too fast, and, well, that’s not going to work for me. I replace my mouth with my hand, gripping him hard.
