HA! I knew he wouldn’t even touch that minefield! No man would be stupid enough to reply to all that shit I just threw out.
“Uh, to do my yoga in the basement.”
He gives me a sharp nod, prowls towards me, and bends to hook his shoulder into my belly.
“Oh my God! Asher, what are you doing?” I shriek.
“Quiet, wife,” he demands, slapping my ass hard enough to sting. “I’m going to fucking show you just how wrong you are. Fucking hell, woman!”
He stomps through the house, grabbing Zac’s monitor off the kitchen table before trotting down the stairs into the basement. The whole time, he’s muttering about what a crazy person his wife is and how he clearly needs to take me to the eye doctor. I just snort and hang on for the ride. He’ll see. He hasn’t been able to get me naked without the lights off or dim in months, so once he sees exactly what I’m talking about, he’ll understand! And I’m going to laugh in his cocky face.
He gently puts me down on my feet, turning to power up the iPod. I can hear the beat of Kelly Rowland’s Motivation start to fill the room. He stands there with his legs braced, his back tight, and his thick arms crossed over his chest. His face is impassive, and I start to squirm at his silence.
“Go ahead. You wanted to do your yoga, so do it.”
My mouth opens and closes a few times at his demand. “I-I can’t just . . . You can’t expect me to . . . Dammit, Asher!”
“You’ve got it in your head that you need to change this body that I fucking love, so, woman—get to changing.”
His face doesn’t change. If anything, he gets an even harder expression.
Well, shit.
I hear the music change into something a little easier for me to relax to, deciding that it’s best to just ignore him and start my warm-up and stretches. After fifteen minutes of stretching, bending, and swinging my body enough to wake up my tired muscles, I turn and see him still in the same position.
Well, whatever.
Completely lost in my yoga, I forget that Asher is in the room. I enjoy the way my body starts to wake up, feeling the endorphins start to shoot through my body. My skin starts to feel alive. Every part of my body is awake and loving the feeling of being used. I have just bent down to place my palms against the mat when I hear him growl. I jump and look through my spread legs at the man standing behind me.
Gone is the pissed-off impassiveness. Gone are the hard lines of his anger. His arms are no longer crossed over his chest. Instead, I find him standing a few feet behind me. His shorts are gone, his hard cock being stroked lazily in one fist.
What the hell?
When I move to stand, he quickly moves forward and firmly grasps my hips. His rock-hard cock, free of his hold, slides forward between my spread legs. I moan at the feeling.
He rocks his hips forward a few times, causing us both to breathe a little heavier. “Does this feel like I don’t love every goddamn thing about your body, Chelcie? Hmm? Because let me tell you, Sunshine. I see your body and I want to throw you over my shoulder every damn time. I see your tits and I want to take them in my hands. I want to watch your pink nipples harden at my touch right before I suck them deep in my mouth. I see the stomach you say isn’t firm enough and, honestly, I could care less, babe. I see your stomach and I remember how hot you looked carrying our boy. Then I can’t help but get hot thinking about putting another baby in there. And that ass. Jesus Christ, you don’t even want to know how many times I’ve had to go to the bathroom at work because I’ll picture that fine ass and all of a sudden my cock is begging for release. I see those thighs you say are getting dimples and all I can think about is getting my hands on them—spreading your legs and digging my fingers in while I devour that sweet pussy with my tongue.”
He flexes his fingers against my skin, rubs his hard cock against the seam of my pants, and groans loud and long. “Sunshine, this body that you think isn’t perfect would kill me if it got any better. Stop beating yourself up, okay? You start questioning just how much I want this perfect body, then I have no issues with reminding you just how much I crave it.”
He finishes his statement and drops to his knees. His legs go between my still spread ones, his cock bobbing against his stomach, his face nuzzling right against my aching pussy.
“Oh, God,” I pant.
His deft fingers grab the waistband of my pants and bring them along with my panties down as far as they will go. He doesn’t even pause. His fingers clamp on to my hips and he pulls me against his face. With the height difference, I have to come up on my toes and brace my arms as far as I can. His cock is just inches from my lips, and I know that, if I drop my arms slightly, I can take him deep.