“Pretty damn clear.”
“I can be a saint. The guest room is yours, if that’s what you need, but damn if the devil in me doesn’t want to come out and play. There are so many sinful things I want to do to you.”
His words heat me up from the inside and I bite my lip thinking about some of the things I want him to do.
“Hmm, I’m not sure.” I shouldn’t tease him, but I can’t help myself.
Spending the night with him doesn’t feel like relaxing. It sounds like taking all this sexual energy swirling around us, bottling it up, and shaking it until it explodes.
It sounds a whole lot like a bad idea.
Which is why I’m fully on board.
“I want to kiss you until your lips are imprinted on my soul. Devour you until your taste lingers on my tongue. Your cries of pleasure will be the only thing I hear for weeks to come. I want to bury myself inside you, feel your pussy milk my cock and spend all night inside of you. But, if you prefer the guest room, you can sleep alone.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see. How about we stop and get a few things?” Like clothes I probably won’t wear if Asher gets his way.
The entire weekend stretches before us and I plan on spending that time in Asher’s bed letting him do all the devious things he wants.
He takes a deep breath and leans into me. Every molecule of oxygen in the air disappears because I’m suddenly breathless and panting. His lips hover, kissably close.
“I hope I’m not scaring you, my little backpack, but I haven’t felt this way in a very long time.”
I’ve never felt this way.
The distance between our lips vanishes as he brushes his over mine. Unlike our previous kiss, this one is slow, determined, and utterly breathtaking. There’s a power he holds over me. It’s mesmerizing and there’s a very real chance I’m falling for him.
It’s as if he’s captured my breath and is holding it hostage until he decides to release me. Surrender is my only option and I freely let myself go as he nibbles and licks, soft at first then a little more insistent.
“I want you.” The words are possessive and reverberate within every molecule inside of me.
My body comes alive pressed against his, lips locked to his, his arms wrapped around my waist. The soft, gentle, but insistent kiss, morphs into something needier, hungrier. Desperation fuels my breaths because I want to give him everything he wants. The deep groan spilling from him elicits an answering murmur from me.
“Fuck, Evelyn, what you do to me is criminal.”
“Asher…” His name slips from my lips in a drawn-out moan, full of desire and unrequited need. I’m inpatient and needy. I grab at his shirt, needing to pull it off, but he grips my wrist and tugs it free.
A low chuckle escapes him. “Fuck. I need you, but if we don’t cool this down right now, we’ll both be arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Take me home.”
“The best words I ever heard, but what about that shopping trip?”
“Fuck shopping.” I’ll deal with my lack of clothing and toiletries later.
Still gripping my wrist, he lowers my hand to his groin where he places it over the hard ridge of his erection. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
My fingers stretch against his arousal. Denim separates me from what I want.
“We need to stop for condoms.” His low chuckle vibrates the air.
I’m not sure what it is about his voice. Either it’s the low rasp, the deep rumble, or something else, but it’s like throwing gasoline on a smoldering flame. Every groan, each rumble, ignites an inferno within me. Flames licks along my skin, scorching hot, it sears a path to my heart where it burns its way inside and settles in, warming me up from the inside out.
“We need to go,” I say.
He walks me to my door, holds it open while I climb in, and I stifle a little cry when he releases me to get in the driver’s seat. Nothing is said between us as he drives through the dark streets and makes a stop at a small gas station. We both head in. Me to buy a toothbrush and other sundry goods. Him to purchase the condoms we plan on using tonight.
We’re back on the road, silence descending between us. Unlike the comfortable quiet we shared in the diner, this one fills with anticipation for what’s to come.
Vineyards are all around us, marching off in ordered roads. He pulls off the main road and down a tree-lined drive, where the branches arc up and over us, forming a living tunnel. It’s beyond gorgeous. The long drive takes us to a stone manor, wrapped all around by a massive covered porch. That’s all I see before he drags me inside.
I’m not sure which one of us starts what happens next, but there’s a brief moment of eye contact. A nod from me, then we stagger down a hall like a bunch of drunk and horny teenagers, careening off the walls as we head to his room.
My back bumps against the wall as his hands find their way beneath my shirt. He grips the edge and pulls it over my head where he releases it. My shirt falls to the floor as we trip over the long rug running down the hall. I laugh. He joins me. Then our bodies collide once again with grabbing hands and desperate lips.
He slams me against the wall and I tug at his shirt while he kisses me senseless. We’re a frenzied mess, divesting each other of the clothing which keeps us apart.
We greedily remove the barriers keeping us from feeling the heat surging between us. There’s a brief moment when he hops on one foot, trying to get his jeans off over his shoe. He finally stops and braces an arm against the wall to bend down and free first one shoe and then the other. Then he kicks off his jeans.
The entire time I feast my hungry gaze on the ripped expanse of his shoulders, his back, and the well-defined six pack he’s sporting. One article of clothing separates us and I reach for the waistband of his briefs.
“Uh-uh.” He points to my pants. “You’re falling behind.”
I bite my lower lip as he prowls toward me and flicks free the button of my pants. I’m panting, breathless, and Asher stares at me with heat simmering in his eyes. “Last chance. The guest room is right there.” He gestures somewhere back the way we came.
“I don’t want the guest room.”
He smiles in victory then goes to his knees before me. Slowly, inexorably, he tugs my pants over the flare of my hips, around the globes of my ass, and draws it down the length of my legs. I step out of each leg as his face is eye-level with the apex of my thighs. My girly bits tingle in anticipation.
“God, you smell fucking phenomenal.” He buries his nose between my legs and breathes me in.
It’s a little uncomfortable. I don’t know what to do with my hands or where I should look, but when he pulls aside the fabric of my panties and licks right there, I no longer care. I rise on my toes and dig my fingers into his hair.
He laughs at my reaction and teases me with the sweet torture of his tongue. Then he draws down my panties, baring me to him. He knocks gently at my knees, encouraging my legs to part to give him unrestricted access.
I’m wet and ready. He slides his finger inside of me and my breath hitches. When he sucks on my clit, gently biting down, my hips buck as I beg for more.
15
Asher
Sensory fucking overload.
I found heaven and I’m in no hurry to leave.
Evelyn is a fucking minx, responsive to my touch like no one ever before. Bare to me, her pussy begs for attention and I intend giving her exactly that. My dick hardens and aches, but I’m not ready to slip inside her.
Not yet.
But soon.
My fingers flutter over her folds, discovering her secrets. I pay attention to her breaths, those low, sultry moans spilling from her lips, and how she yanks on my hair. God, it’s fucking sexy as hell with her fingers digging into my scalp. I could make her come with a well-placed flick of my tongue, but where’s the fun in that?
With deliberate intent, I slip my fingers inside her pussy, barely entering as I use the pad of my thumb to rub and press
against her clit.
I’m learning what turns her on, and right now, that’s about everything.
“Fuck…” My low growl reveals the beast I barely contain.
“Asher…” The way she moans my name is indecent. “I need you to…”
Oh, I know exactly what she needs, but we’re not rushing through our first time.
“Hold on, luv.”
She squirms and writhes while my fingers slide in and out of her wet heat. I find and claim her g-spot as my own. She lifts on tiptoe the moment I find it and yanks on my hair again.
Her climax builds. I read it in the fine tremors of her body, the way her legs shake, and by how hard she yanks on my hair. My roots are taking a beating, but I don’t fucking care. Her breathy moans, and her cries for more, are the road signs leading me down the path of her pleasure.
I slide my fingers up and down her slit, dipping two at a time inside, and lick her clit, giving tiny flicks of my tongue as I devour her sweet essence. Her hips buck, begging for more. Her breaths turn rapid and shallow as my fingers pump in and out, then her legs tense and one wave after another rushes through her. Back arching, legs tensing, she comes all over my hand and face.
Fucking-amazing. The taste of her on my lips. Her arousal glistening between her legs. It’s all I can do to lick and finger her through her orgasm rather than take her right then.
My dick is hard. Needy. And no longer willing to wait its turn.
“Fuck, luv, but you’re so damn gorgeous when you come.”
She releases my hair and her head tilts back against the wall. “Holy fuck that was intense, but if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to scream.” Her gaze is needy, hot, and far from done. “I need you inside of me. Now.”
More than willing to follow that command, I tear open a condom wrapper and roll it quickly on. I stagger to my feet, drunk on everything Evelyn, and more than a little concerned I’m not going to last. I’m ready to fucking explode as it is. Her eyes are on me, teeth biting into her lower lip, eyes hooded, breaths lifting her fucking amazing tits with each inhale.
My hands go to those, drawn irresistibly to cup her soft curves and run my fingers over the hardened nubs of her nipples.
“I’m not kidding, Asher. I need you now, and don’t you dare take things slow.”
Who needs more encouragement than that?
My room is at the far end of the hall, but I’m not wasting any more time. I grip her legs and lift them around my hips. “You ready for a ride, little backpack?”
Her eyes flare, opening wide, when she realizes I intend to take her here, right up against the wall. I’m more than strong enough and far too eager to take those final steps down the hall.
Her legs wrap around me and her ankles dig into my back. Her eyes flash and our eyes lock.
She gives a little nod and it’s time for my breaths to go shallow.
Fuck taking things slow.
We’ll have all the time in the world to get lost in each other later. Right now, I need to move.
I position her over the flare of my cock. My thick head teases her entrance and I lower her just enough for her to feel the size of my cock. I’m not a small man and I don’t want to hurt her, but damn if I’m going to be able to go slow.
Her knees tighten around my hips and squeeze. I’m not sure if she’s putting a stop to this or bracing for what’s to come.
“Evelyn?”
“Don’t stop.” Her words are clipped short, but are all I need to hear.
She said not to go slow, but this first little bit I want to savor. The heat of her body promises intense pleasure to come. With her back braced against the wall and my hands holding the globes of her ass, I don’t lower her down on my length so much as lift up and thrust.
She cries out, not in pain, but with pleasure, as I slide inside of her.
“You like that, luv?”
“Yes. God, yes.” Her knees tighten around my hips and I realize she’s trying to impale herself on my dick rather than brace against the intrusion. I, however, don’t fucking care. Her wet heat encircles my dick and I feel every inch as I bury myself inside of her wet heat. I take my time, enjoying the wicked, delicious torture of taking it slow. This is the only chance I’ll have to really feel her wrapped around me and I aim to enjoy every damn second of it.
Before I know it, I’m buried fully inside of her. She said not to take things slow, but I know she needs time for her body to accommodate to the slow burn my invasion causes. When I can’t handle standing still any longer, the muscles of my arms flex in time with my hips. I draw out and slide back in, loving the exquisite sensation of sinking inside of her.
A few more times in and out and she’s panting again, climbing toward another orgasm. Her fingers claw my shoulders and dig into my back. I draw out and then, in one dizzying thrust, I slam my hips up, thrusting hard until I’m sheathed root to tip. A moan escapes her.
“Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“More, Asher. Please.”
With my restraint pushed to the breaking point, there’s no more taking this slow.
Our eyes meet. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her legs wrap around my hips. And I move. Not slow. I clench my muscles and pick up the pace, thrusting into her as deeply as I can, slamming her hard against the wall.
I love how her eyes close and her mouth parts. I lean forward and claim that mouth as my assault continues. Kissing her, my tongue moves in synch with the thrusting of my hips. My biceps are getting a workout, lifting and lowering her as I thrust, but what do I care. I can do this all day.
She writhes and bucks as I chase every ounce of pleasure from our coupling. One bruising thrust after another, I pound into her as every nerve in my body stands up and takes notice. My dick is greedy, insatiable, and mindless with its need.
Pleasure hums in my blood and races around in my veins, as she grinds down on me. There’s no thought, only action, as our climax bears down without mercy.
She’s close. I feel it.
Time stands still. It rushes forward. It slows the fuck down. I don’t know if I’ve been fucking her for seconds, minutes, or hours, all I know is the pleasure building within me is bearing down on me with all the tenacity of a freight train.
And I’m holding out for her second orgasm before I finally allow myself to fulfill my desperate need to come.
The sound of our bodies connecting, her soft cries of pleasure, my deep breaths, the slapping of flesh on flesh, it’s intoxicating. She returns my kisses eagerly. Then lets go, arching her back as I drive her against the wall.
The smell of sex floods my senses. The taste of her coats my mouth. The feel of her sliding up and down my cock is enough to drive me insane. Her breasts bounce between us, and I’m torn between grabbing them and supporting her as I fuck her senseless. Those breasts have been painfully neglected.
I’m aware of everything about her, unsure how I got to be this lucky, but knowing one thing for certain. I’ll never get enough of this amazing woman.
With every part of my body attuned to her, the moment she peaks is not one I’ll ever forget. She cries out as she comes, her pussy pulses around my cock, and she buries her head against my neck. That’s all I need.
With every nerve ready to fire, my dick explodes in a tidal wave of sensation reaching all the way to my groin where it shoots up the base of my spine. I drown in pleasure as she milks my release, drawing me under, pushing me sideways, stealing my breath, until I can’t take it anymore. My hips still. My arms ache. Blissful satisfaction courses through my body and flashes of ecstasy randomly fire as I slowly come down from that blissful high.
She wraps her arms around my neck and murmurs in my ear.
“Fucking amazing. I’ve never come that hard. And that’s my first time getting fucked against a wall. Fucking fantastic.”
While I preen under her praise, I’m nowhere near to being done. That was fast and reckless. It’s time for slow and purposeful. Our clothes a
re strewn down the hall, and my brothers will likely rib me about that later. I have no idea if they’re home or out banging random chicks. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck.
My dick is spent, and as I carry her to my bedroom, our connection is momentarily severed. Not that I’m worried. We have all night in each other’s arms and it won’t be too long until I’m buried deep inside of her again.
I walk to the foot of my bed and slowly lower her down on the mattress. Turning my back, I take care of the condom, pulling it off and tying it closed. It goes in the trash as I spin around where I can finally feast upon Evelyn’s gloriously naked body.
She stretches and yawns. Her toes curl tight and her tits jut forward as her arms lift over her head.
“Don’t think for a minute you’re going to sleep. We’ve barely started.”
“Is that so?”
A quick glance at my twitching dick tells me this is so. I need a little more time to recover, but I know exactly how to pass the time.
Those amazing tits are calling my name.
16
Evelyn
The night passes in a blur of sensation. We go from frenzied fucking to more leisurely lovemaking. I ride the ebb and flow of Asher’s hunger until we both finally give in to the sweet embrace of sleep.
Morning comes far too soon and, when I wake, the intoxicating smell of bacon fills the air. Light streams through a gap in the curtains and dust motes dance in the sunbeams spilling into the room. The comforter lies in a crumpled mess on the floor and the sheets are a knotted mess. Wrapped in Asher’s arms all night, I found myself blissfully content, but he’s not here.
The bed is empty.
Asher must have awakened early, which explains the mouthwatering smells coming from down the hall. It tickles me that he’s making breakfast for us. I’m finding Asher exceptionally attentive and I’m not ashamed to say I’m loving every second of it. My life has been easy, but nobody’s ever pampered me the way this man does. No one’s ever made love to me the way he did last night.
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