He’d already made her come and she knew, from past experience, that there was at least one more climax in her very near future. But before that occurred she wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel.
When they were in front of the mirror, he’d switched things up on her with the quickness of a sexual ninja. One second she’d been kissing his back and massaging his throbbing shaft, and the next he’d Freaky Friday’d their positions and she’d gone from being the pleasure-giver to the pleasure-receiver. But this time, that wasn’t going to happen.
Water trailed down her back as she knelt down on her knees before Asher. The penny tile that lined the floor of the shower was pressing into her flesh and she wondered if it would leave an imprint of the design on her knees. She hoped it would, as a visual reminder of this time, even if it disappeared quickly.
Her eyes lifted up to Asher who was staring down at her. She loved looking up at him from this view. She was eye level with his manhood and it felt empowering. He reached out and ran his hands over her head. His fingers softly massaged her scalp as she placed one hand on his hip for balance and the other wrapped around his impressive girth.
Each time she felt him, he was always heavier than she expected. There was a weight to his penis that was so rugged, so manly it drew out her inner Scarlett O’Hara and made her want to swoon from the vapors. She loved that he brought the feminine, sensual side of her sexuality out in her. No one had ever done that before Asher. But around him she felt all woman and the power in that feeling was undeniable.
She squeezed her fingers tighter around him and he pulsed against her palm. The sensation of him throbbing in her hand caused her inner walls to clench with eager anticipation. But her body would have to wait. She had some work to do.
Keeping her eyes locked with his, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his swollen tip. His shaft swelled at her attention and she decided that instead of teasing and building up to the big show, she’d get right down to business.
Parting her lips she sucked him into her mouth, keeping her grip firm as her hand moved down his length as she took him in deeper and deeper. When he hit the back of her throat, she choked a little bit, and for some reason even that turned her on. A shock of bliss exploded in her sex as she gagged for that brief second.
She’d given oral plenty of times and it had never turned her on. It had felt more obligatory than anything else. Apparently, she just hadn’t been doing it with the right person.
In tandem, she worked her hand and mouth up and down his girth. Each time she took him just as deep as the first, loving how each time she did he seemed to swell even larger. Just when she was getting into a strong rhythm his hands moved from her head to her shoulders and he lifted her up and spun her around so she was facing away from him.
She loved how easily he maneuvered her and how at any moment she didn’t know what position she was going to be in. She’d just got her bearings standing on her feet, when she felt his hands grasp her hips and her feet were leaving the ground once again. Her head spun to look over her shoulder and she saw that he’d sat down on the bench that ran across the far side of the shower. He was setting her down on his lap, with her back to his chest.
Her legs straddled his and she braced her hands on his knees as she felt the pressure of the head of his cock pressing into her. His fingers dug into the sides of her hips as he pulled her down in one fluid, but hard motion. She gasped at the intrusion that walked the very fine line between pleasure and pain. A line she’d never known existed before being with Asher and was now her favorite line of all. He stretched her to the point of near discomfort and she loved it. She loved him filling her up so completely.
Once he’d buried himself inside of her, he stilled for a moment. As she caught her breath, she felt his hand beginning to roam over her butt cheeks. He squeezed them tightly and her inner canal spasmed around his steel-hard flesh.
He must have felt her body’s reaction because he let out a deep, guttural groan that sent a sense of pride welling up inside of her. Knowing that she’d been the cause of his primal cry was almost as satisfying as the act of sex itself. Almost… but not quite.
Wanting to inspire more animalistic sounds, she began to roll her hips, grinding into him. He must have liked the movement because he squeezed her ass even tighter. So tight she might just have bruises on her cheeks tomorrow, which she’d actually like as a visual reminder of this time together.
All thoughts of any sort of mark on her skin disappeared when Asher’s finger slid between her cheeks and his fingertip grazed an area that no man had ever grazed before. That area had always been off-limits, a no-go zone, with Ian. He’d tried to talk her into butt stuff, but she’d shut him down without any discussion.
But the difference with Asher was that he wasn’t trying to penetrate her. At least not in her backside. He was just teasing the area. An area she had no idea was so sensitive or had so many nerve endings.
Suddenly, she felt pleasure whirling in her core as her next climax begin to swirl. She wasn’t sure if it was from the position hitting all the right places, or the taboo area he was massaging with his finger, but she’d gone from zero to sixty in .000001 seconds.
“Do you like this?” he asked.
Ava opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out so she nodded her head as she continued to grind her hips against him. His hands guided her movements and increased the speed at which she was moving, which increased the pleasure that was building inside of her.
“Good girl, just like that,” he rasped authoritatively.
Hearing the deep grittiness of his encouraging-slash-naughty words sent fireworks shooting off inside of her entire being. She shut her eyes as flashes of bliss burst through her like it was the Fourth of July. She erupted into a thousand pieces as her orgasm claimed her with soul shattering intensity.
By the time the cloud of passion cleared, she realized she was slumped over like a rag doll with Asher’s arm keeping her from falling face first onto the tile floor. She straightened and he stood up at the same time, turning her around so he was facing her. He pulled his arms around her, tugging her into a warm embrace as he nuzzled his face into her neck.
After a few seconds of the two of them holding onto one another, he whispered against her ear, “That was so hot.”
She nodded against his shoulder. “I’m not sure if I feel dirtier now than I did before the shower.”
He let out a loud laugh that filled the space and her heart. “Well then, I think I better clean you up.”
He grabbed the soap and her bath puff and proceeded to clean every, single inch of her body before taking her to bed and making her feel very dirty all over again.
