“You’re a model,” I blurt, almost wanting to cover myself up when I see his perfect V on either side of his hips. Who looks like this? Come on!
“Don’t you dare cover up.” He takes my arms from my waist and drops to his knees. “You’re a fucking vision, a Queen, and man deserves to kneel before you, to serve you,” he says, lifting my leg over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I spew out, quick and taken aback. I thought he was going to kiss me not… do this.
He grins, pushes me against the window, then lifts my other leg. I’m sitting on his face. Almost. He is a breath away from touching my pussy.
And speaking of breaths…
The hot air from his lungs has my clit pulsating, begging for friction that I hope he gives me. His fingers run through the thin patch of hair I have down there, and he growls. I grab onto his head and I’m already struggling to expand my lungs.
No one has ever gone down there. Not even… no, he doesn’t belong in this moment. I’m a new woman, damn it. I’m not going to let him ruin this for me.
He slides one finger through my folds, grazing the swollen bundle of nerves. I moan, thighs quivering, and the back of my head thumps against the window. “So sensitive,” he notices, then blows cold air to tighten my clit even more. I let go of his hair and slam my hands down on the edge of the windowsill. I can’t contain myself. “Has anyone…” he asks, still sliding his fingers up and own my inner lips.
I shake my head, and he presses a kiss against the wet petals. “I’ll take good care of you, I swear it.” I watch in fascination as his fingers dig into my thighs, then drag up to my hips. He holds on tight, yanks me toward his face, and buries his tongue inside me. He swipes his nose across my clit, and I grab onto his hair again, needing to hold onto something, to anything as he takes me to heaven.
I understand the reference. I thought I did before, but oh my god.
He hums into me, and I watch his eyes roll back as if he is enjoying the taste of me down there.
“Asher…” I trial off and search for something else to hold onto when my body starts to vibrate. “Yes, more. Please, don’t stop. Oh, god.” I might have been a virgin when I was kidnapped, but I played with myself. I knew what an orgasm was and I’m about to have one. He removes his tongue, replaces it with a finger, then sucks my clit into his mouth. My back bends, and I slam my fist against the window as a silent scream escapes me and when ecstasy takes control. My body jerks, my thighs shake, and I’m saying his name over and over like a love drunk fool. “Oh my god,” I stretch my arms above my head and giggle, loving how high I feel. Wow.
Is it always like that? Is that what I’ve been missing?
“You’re really god at that,” I slur, this time not needing to pretend I’m wasted. I’m freaking high on an orgasm.
I want another.
And then another.
Then I want to fall asleep and do this all over again.
“Kiss me. Come taste yourself, baby,” he says in a sultry tone, crooking his finger at me.
Like a magnet drawn to another magnet, I lick his lips, then plunge my tongue in his mouth, gathering all the evidence of what I taste like. Our kiss turns from a taste test to an uncontrollabe desire needing to be filled. He controls the kiss, grabbing my jaw with the right amount of pressure to let me know he is in charge.
My hands roam down his chiseled pecs and the valleys of his abdomen. His skin is hot to the touch, igniting me into another fever. My hands grip his belt and his fingers cup around my wrist, stopping me.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says. “This is about you. I want to show you that it can be good between us, no pressure, no fear.”
“I want it to be about us,” I say, kissing the side of his mouth. “I want this to be about me overcoming so many obstacles to be here with you.” I slide down his throat and kiss his Adam’s apple. “I want this to be a new start. My old life has no control over me, and I want you. I want us. If it becomes too much, I’ll tell you, but right now…this is about me and you.”
His grip loosens around me and my hand falls, finally.
He moans when I kiss a path down his chest, then lick the divots of his abs, tasting the salt of sweat from his skin. When I can’t bend over any further, I reach for his belt buckle and undo it.
Unbutton.
Unzip.
And his cock bobs free right as his pants fall.
I glance down and gulp when I see the size. I don’t know how that is supposed to fit. Like the rest of him, his cock is long, sticking straight out and proud with a healthy girth. He has to be nine inches.
“Baby,” he says, gaining my attention when he lifts my chin up. “We don’t have to do anything. I’m happy eating that sweet pussy until sunrise and making you come again, again, and again.”
“No, I want to, you’re just so…” my eyes widen when I glance back down at him. “Big.”