I whine, turned on by his words and needing to feel him inside me again. The emptiness is almost painful after being so full. I’ve never been so lost in the moment, so consumed by what my body needs.
This man is breaking down all of my barriers, all of my shyness and self-consciousness that I’ve carried for so long. Every wall I’ve ever built around my sexuality is crumbling, brick by brick. I don’t feel like the woman who used to have a hard time being loud enough to please her boyfriend, who worried about every sound she made and whether it was the right sound, the sexy sound. Right now, I don’t feel like I could stay quiet if I tried. Don’t even want to try.
Asher grips my hips and drives into me from behind, and the new angle makes me cry out. It hits different spots, goes deeper somehow, and I can’t control my reaction. Can’t hold back the sounds that escape me, loud and needy and desperate.
“Fuck, baby. I love your noises.” His voice drops to a lower register as he adds, “Have you ever been spanked during sex?”
My body responds before my brain does, heat flooding through me at just the suggestion. I feel myself clench around him, giving away my answer before I can speak, before I can even process the question. He grunts softly as he feels it, satisfaction in the sound.
I shake my head, unable to form words. Daniel never even suggested anything like that. He’d probably have been horrified if I brought it up, would have made me feel weird or wrong for even thinking about it.
“Do you think you’d like it? Want to try it?”
I hesitate, heat blooming inside me like a fire catching. Part of me is nervous, worried about the unknown, about trying something I’ve never done before.What if I don’t like it? What ifit’s too much?But a bigger part is curious and so fucking turned on by the idea.
I nod, looking over my shoulder at him. “Yes. Please.”
Something passes over his face, his eyes warm and hungry. “It’s insane that you ever thought you were boring.”
Then he smacks my ass sharply, his handprint blooming across my skin. The sting makes me clench down around him hard, and he groans as if the reaction nearly undid him. As if he’s barely holding on to his control now.
Heat radiates outward from where the sting was, bringing an unexpected rush of pleasure with it. The sensation is nothing like I expected, a contrast I never could’ve imagined until I experienced it. Pain and pleasure mix together until I can’t tell them apart, until they become the same thing, lighting me up from the inside.
I bite my lip, dropping my head so that my hair tumbles around my face. “More. Please.”
“Fuck.”He keeps talking, praise and filthy words wrapped together in a way that goes right to my head. “You’re so gorgeous like this. Every sound you make is wrecking me. Daniel never deserved to hear you like this. He never fucking earned it.”
I nod again, because he’s right. Daniel never made me feel like this, never made me lose control like this. Never made me feel safe enough to let go completely, to be myself without judgment or performance.
I get closer and closer to coming, the tension winding tighter and tighter inside me until I’m squirming needily, my back arching.
“Do you need more? Tell me if you want it.”
I nod frantically, losing the power of speech. I’m so close, right on the edge, my whole body trembling with the need to fall over.
He flips me again, pulling out and laying me on my back with surprising care despite the urgency of his movements. Before I can adjust to the change, he thrusts back into me while his fingers circle my clit, relentless and perfect. The combination is too much, sensation overloading every nerve in my body. I finally come harder than I ever have before, my whole body shaking with the force of it. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I cry out his name, loud and unrestrained.
Only when I’m trembling and flushed does he finally give in to his own need. He braces one hand by my head, holding one of my thighs up toward my chest to let him get deeper. He thrusts so hard that my breasts shake, groaning something about how I’ve wrecked him. Then he comes too, his body shuddering as he buries himself inside me, his face against my neck.
We collapse together, breathing ragged, limbs tangled. He pulls out carefully, and we lie side by side after he deals with the condom. His hand immediately goes to my back, stroking up and down like he can’t stop touching me.
“You’re definitely not always a gentleman,” I tease faintly, my voice still breathless.
He lets out a rumbling laugh. “Yeah, but do you actually want me to be?” he murmurs against my shoulder.
I bite my lip, my stomach fluttering. Because the answer to that is an emphatichell no.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kat
I wake up with a warm, solid body beside me, and I can’t help the little smile that spreads across my lips at the confirmation that last night was definitely real. That I didn’t just dream the whole thing.
Asher’s arm is around my waist, and the scent of male skin and woodsy, spicy body wash cling to my pillows, filling my nostrils. If that wasn’t enough confirmation that I’m not hallucinating, the delicious soreness between my legs is a stark reminder of everything that happened between us. My muscles ache in places I’d forgotten existed, and I wonder if I’ll have marks where he gripped my hips, or from when he slapped my ass.
God, I hope so.
I like the idea that I’ll get to keep those souvenirs for a while, evidence that last night wasn’t some incredibly realistic fantasy that my lust-addled brain conjured up.
