I give her the time she needs to come back to me. Her moans are slowing down, her body is starting to stop its shaking, and her legs have let go of the death grip she had on my head. I push my fingers slowly in and out of her soaked pussy, the proof of her desire running down my hand.
Slowly removing my hand earns me a cry and some incoherent gibberish about staying inside her.
“Oh don’t you worry, Sunshine. I’ll be inside you again.”
Her eyes flare when she sees me go to push my boxer briefs down. I give her a second to push up on to her elbows, wagging my eyebrows as I pull down one side slightly.
“You want something?”
“God, yes,” she pants. “Please.”
Her eyes never leave my body. I push the remaining clothing from my body and stand, letting her eyes take in every inch of me. She licks her lips and I know . . . I know it’s time.
“Scoot back, baby,” I request, and she pushes back quickly, keeping her legs spread wide.
After climbing back onto the bed, I brace myself on my left arm and move in to place a deep kiss to her swollen lips while I rub the head of my cock against her pussy. The feeling of her wetness and heat has me seeing stars. I hiss when I start to sink into her tight pussy, the feeling almost too much. Her nails dig into my shoulders and she rips her lips from mine to moan a loud sound dripping with her arousal.
“You feel so fucking good, so tight. Goddamn, baby.” I pant, groan, and grind my teeth together as each inch of my cock becomes surrounded by her. Her walls clamp down, more wetness rolling from her body and soaking my balls. “Fuck!”
When her legs lift up and lock around my body, causing me to sink even deeper, I know that slow is beyond my capabilities. I start moving, pressing into her body so deep that I know she’ll feel me tomorrow.
We continue this dance. My body taking hers, claiming her as mine. Every second inside her body has my chest ripping open with the swelling of my heart.
Yeah, this is fucking heaven on Earth.
“Oh, oh GOD!”
She’s close—I can tell by how her walls lock onto my cock and almost refuse to let me go each time I bottom out. The sounds of her wetness and my balls slapping against her ass are the only things I can hear. The roaring of my blood burning through my veins is almost loud enough that I miss it. That fucking glorious sound of her screaming my name. And with just a few more rapid thrusts home, I shoot off, coating her walls with my come.
Making. Her. Mine.
CHAPTER 18
Chelcie
Ohmigod.
Ohmigod.
Holy shit.
Oh. My. God.
My body still feels like it’s floating, and if it weren’t for the slight weight of Asher against my right leg and arm, I would have thought that I’d just dreamt that. I can feel him leaking out of my body, and I shudder slightly. My legs feel weak, as if I’ve just run ten miles. My pussy is still clenching with aftershocks. My lips feel swollen. And my heart feels whole.
Ohmigod.
What now?
“Stop thinking, Sunshine,” Asher mumbles at my side.
I turn my head and drink him in. His eyes are closed, and the hardness I’ve grown used to seeing across his face has vanished.
“I’m not,” I weakly defend.
“Babe, I can feel you thinking. Your whole body gets tight and you all but stop breathing. That was fucking mind blowing, and as much as I would love to take credit for you getting all breathless . . . I know your mind is working overtime right now.”
“I’m sorry?”
I jump when his deep laughter shakes his body. The sound is so foreign to me, but so beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh so . . . carefree before.
“I’m not sure hearing you say you’re sorry after I just fucked you is helping my ego here. Should I be glad you didn’t laugh when you saw my cock for the first time?” His body is still shaking with silent laughter, and I can feel my face flush with embarrassment.
“Oh, God! I didn’t mean it like that you jerk!” I chuckle. “I doubt you need any help with your ego, Ash. Something tells me you know just how mind blowing sex with you is.”
“Mind blowing, huh?” He leans up, his hand coming up and curling around my neck in the possessive way I’m coming to love. He sobers and looks down at my stomach. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I turn on my side, his hold on my neck flexing as I move. “No, baby,” I whisper, enjoying the way his face gets softer when I call him that. “Why do you do that?”
He gets this adorably cute, confused look before his face darkens, and I instantly question if I should have kept my verbal vomit in check. Way to ruin the moment, Chelcie.
“Do what?” he asks, but I know he knows what I’m talking about. He wouldn’t have gotten that look if he didn’t.
“Uh, dammit. Okay. When I called you baby, twice now, you’ve gotten this look that is so . . . It’s . . . Damn, I don’t know how to explain it. You look at me like I’ve done something so remarkable and all I’ve done was call you a silly pet name. I was just curious. I’m sorry.” I duck my head in embarrassment even though I’m not sure what I did to be embarrassed about.
“Chelcie, look at me.”