She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest. A gesture that was equal parts sweet and seductive. He watched as her lips pressed against his skin. He felt the pressure of her soft mouth. The sight and sensation had his heart and dick expanding.
He kept his arms to his side because he feared that if he touched her, things would move too fast and he didn’t want to rush this moment between them. It was too real, too raw, too intimate.
She continued kissing him across his chest and on his shoulders, and her hands explored his body. It was its own form of torture not touching her and finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
He began to run his hands up and down her back, trying to stay in safe zones. But when she lifted up on her tip toes and began to kiss his neck, his hands slid down to her backside and all bets were off. As soon as he felt the weight of her rounded cheeks in his palms his fingers dug into her smooth flesh and she instinctively rocked her hips against him.
That was all it took to break the thread of self-control he’d been clinging to.
In a swift movement he lifted her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. He took two large steps and pressed her back against the wall so he could have some leverage. She continued kissing, licking, and sucking his neck as his hands kneaded the ample flesh of her ass.
Keeping her in place with his hips, one hand traveled lower between her legs and the other ran up her body and cupped her breast. When his fingers brushed the lace covering her sex a new sense of urgency swept over him. The material was damp and knowing that she was so wet caused a guttural moan to erupt from his chest as he lowered and captured her right nipple in his mouth.
She arched her back and rolled her hips and he slid his fingers beneath her panties. He moved the tip of his middle digit along her slick folds, up and down the seam of her opening, teasing her as he licked and sucked her nipple in his mouth. With each pass, his finger was coated with more of her arousal.
Her hands moved to his hair, holding his head in place as her lower body writhed against his hand. “Yes, yes! That feels so good!”
Asher loved how fucking responsive she was to him. He’d barely touched her and he could tell that she was already at the edge. And she wasn’t the only one. He’d never come from dry humping, even when he was in middle school. But he was in serious danger of that happening if she continued to writhe against him.
Knowing that she was close, and wanting to give her what her body needed, he adjusted his position and brushed the pad of his finger over her swollen clit. As soon as he made contact, her body began to tremble and her hands fisted in his hair. The sharp sting went directly from his scalp down to his balls, causing them to tighten against his body as his cock swelled painfully.
“Yes!” she gasped.
Using his teeth, he bit down on her nipple as he began to flick his touch back and forth over her pleasure nub. Within seconds she was coming apart in his arms. Her body trembled with release and he continued pleasuring her with his mouth and finger until her body shook with the final aftershock and she rolled her hips back.
He removed his hand from between her legs and gripped her hip as he began to kiss his way up her neck lazily while she caught her breath.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked in a hoarse whisper.
“Yes,” he replied against her ear.
“I’ve only been with one person.”
Asher froze at her admission. He had never had sex with a virgin and there was a reason for that. He’d never wanted to carry the weight of that responsibility. Ava wasn’t a virgin, but she’d only ever been with her ex. An ex she’d been with for twenty years. An ex that she’d planned to spend the rest of her life with. An ex that she almost married a month ago.
Her entire body tensed as she started to fumble over her words. “I’m only telling you because...if I seem inexperienced or...if that was weird that I…you know…that I came so fast...”
He lifted his head and saw the look of concern in her face. “It wasn’t weird. It was hot. Really fucking hot.”
The wrinkle between her brows disappeared and her lips tilted in a grin. “I just didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t…I don’t now…experienced. I mean, I’m not but—"
“We can stop.” Asher lifted her up as he moved away from the wall and then set her down so her feet touched the floor. He never wanted her to feel like just because they’d gone this far, they had to have sex. “We don’t have to do anything else.”
Asher wanted Ava more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life, his body ached for her, but a part of him was crossing his fingers that she would take the out. His only hope was her turning him down because there was no way that he could walk out the door if she wanted him to stay. And if he stayed, he was sure that he would lose a part of himself forever.
He’d be hers. Forever.
* * *
Frustration welledup in Ava because she knew that she wasn’t expressing herself well. She’d always clammed up during intimate times with Ian. She’d never told him what she wanted and now she realized it was because she’d never truly felt safe with Ian. But things were different with Asher.
Standing in front of him, in just her panties should make her feel shy, or self-conscious, but instead it emboldened her. She loved that she wasn’t worried about covering herself up. That told her that she felt totally and completely safe and the last thing she wanted was to stop. She’d just had the hottest, most incredible release of her life and all she wanted was more. More Asher.
“I don’t want to stop,” she panted. Ava could sense that there was a battle going on behind Asher’s deep brown stare. Then a thought hit her. What if her inexperience was actually a turn off and he was trying to have an out? So, she turned the question around to him. “Do you?”
His jaw ticked and the muscles in his neck flexed. “I don’t want to be something you regret.”
Ava sensed that Asher wasn’t being totally upfront about his reservations. There was obviously something haunting him. It was clear from the huge bulge in his pants that he wanted to do this. Desire wasn’t the issue. She wondered if he thought that this was just a rebound, or that she wasn’t ready to be intimate with someone else. She didn’t want to miss out on something that she’d wanted for so long because of misperceptions or miscommunication.
