Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
It ended too soon.
“Or maybe there’s something more you want from me?”
More? Yes, I definitely want more. Yesterday wasn’t enough. It was sudden and rushed and in a conference room. Besides, I never said I was only going to have sex with Asher once. All I said was that it would just be sex. And it will still just be sex no matter how many times we do it.
I want more.
I clutch the front of Asher’s robe and push him back, crossing the threshold of his apartment. Then I lean forward to kiss him.
He closes the door behind me and I find my back against it as his mouth crushes mine. Over and over.
This part I remember. After all, we’ve already kissed three times before. Or is it four? All I know is that by now, I’ve memorized the shape of Asher’s lips and how firm yet soft and smooth they feel against mine. But that doesn’t mean I’ve grown bored with Asher’s kisses. Or that they no longer have any effect on me.
As he sucks on my lower lip, I can feel the back of my legs tingle. His tongue brushes against mine and I shiver.
Asher’s kisses still make me weak. I love them. All I’m saying is that I want to experience other things with Asher, too. Things I’ve never experienced before.
I push off his robe and let my fingers travel over the chiseled, hardened muscles of his broad chest and his rigid abdomen. I can almost feel them getting giddy from mapping the amazing terrain. My fingertips brush against the soft curls in the middle of his chest and I follow where they lead, all the way down to the garter of his underwear.
So he is wearing underwear. I try to find out what it is without looking, my fingers running over the cotton. They graze against a wet spot and Asher breaks the kiss to suck in a breath. I give him a mischievous grin as I press the palm of my hand against the front of his boxers—yes, I think they’re boxers. The bulge swells and a sound rumbles deep in Asher’s throat.
See. This is something I didn’t get to try last time, which is a pity because I find it fun.
I kiss Asher as I start to move my hand slowly. Even through the cotton, which seems to be getting damper, I can feel the heat from Asher’s cock. I can feel the shape of it. The thickness. I can feel it throb.
I start to move my hand faster but Asher grabs my wrist. I open my mouth to complain but then I meet his gaze. His dark eyes look straight into mine, soft yet also intense. They command me to be silent and I purse my lips. He brushes his against them as he takes my other wrist.
He leads me to the bedroom and pulls my shirt off my head. I suddenly wish I had worn a better bra. Asher doesn’t seem to mind this one, though. He plants a kiss on the valley between my breasts and then sucks my breast through my bra as he unbuttons my shorts and pushes them down. They fall to my feet and I step out of them.
Asher pushes me down on the bed. As soon as my back hits the mattress, his mouth is on mine. I run my hands over his back and my fingers through his hair. His hands go over my shoulders, my arms, my sides, my hips, my thighs. Everywhere they touch, my skin comes alive.
I’m coming to life. A while ago I was drowning in Asher’s kisses, and now I’m basking in the sun, in the warmth from his skillful hands.
He reaches behind me to unhook my bra. I slip the straps off my arms. He takes one of my breasts in his mouth and I gasp. He sucks and I moan.
He plays with both my nipples, one with his tongue and the other with his fingers. My arms fall at my sides as I tremble. My hands clutch the sheets. The ache between my legs grows.
When it becomes too much to bear, I grab Asher’s wrist and put his hand there. He lifts his head and grins.
“Impatient, aren’t we?”
I reply by reaching for his crotch. I wrap my fingers around the bulge there, which seems to have grown bigger since the last time I checked. He grunts.
I flash him a grin of my own. “So it seems.”
Asher takes my hand and licks my palm. It tickles so I suck in a breath.
“Don’t worry,” he tells me. “I’ll give you as much attention as you want.”
He pulls my panties off and settles between my legs. The next thing I know, he’s parting my other pair of lips. His tongue slides in between.