Asher takes my hand and guides me over him so I am straddling him with my knees on each side of his hips. He opens the foil packet and I watch as he unravels it down, over his thick, hard shaft.
When he is fully protected, his hands find their rightful place, on each side of my face; his so full of lust, of love, it takes my breath away.
“This is it for me. No more running.” His thumb skims over my lip and traces the outline of my mouth. His eyes glaze over. “I need to know you’re in this with me.”
My lips purse up and kiss his finger as it passes over my pout. I grab hold of his hand and kiss the inside of his palm and then pull it down into my chest over my heart.
“I’m here. I’m always here. I never left.”
Our mouths find each other again and I raise my body over his. My fingers splay through the hairs of his chest and my head falls into the curve of his right hand. Asher’s left hand drifts down my neck and gently caresses my back.
Our lips break apart as I slowly lower myself over Asher. We take a moment to adjust to the incredible feeling of, once again, being buried deep inside each other. I love the stretch and pull as my body welcomes him.
I gasp when he hits the most pleasurable spot of my being.
Those strong hands find a spot on each side of my waist and guide my body up and down in a powerful rhythm. With each pulse, he pushes up on his hips, allowing my throbbing core to rub against him.
We move as one but with each wave of pleasure I find my back arching further away from him, my hair falling down my back and my breathing louder, my moans deeper.
Asher leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth. He nips and pulls, tugs and sucks on my breasts. I am near convulsing as he moves to the other and bites down, hard.
I lean forward and take his mouth in mine, massaging my tongue against his. Sweat trickles on the skin of my back as I work his body harder and faster.
Our arms hold tight onto one another and our kisses are deeper. Our bodies are so tightly drawn together I hope they never separate. I feel the buildup inside my body. If I stop I may lose it so I continue to pump and grind and build and burn until I explode.
Heaven and hell and everything in between open up as I writhe around him, coming hard and breathless. I don’t stop moving, trying to make this ride last forever.
“That’s my beautiful girl. Come for me, baby. Stay with me. Say you’re mine.”
Through heavy breaths and hooded eyes, I continue to move against him and utter the words against his lips, “I’m yours.”
He breathes out a cry and I know it’s his turn so I ride him gently to the end and let him find his release.
Our arms still around each other, our lips still attached, we breathe in each other’s air, coming down from our erotic experience.
Looking into his eyes, I see my beautiful Asher. My sweet Alexander. The man I fell down the rabbit hole for.
He leans back to look at me. His mouth curls up and he smiles so big and bright—that gorgeous illuminated smile I missed so much is back.
“I need you, Emma.”
“I’m yours.”
With my words, he leans forward and kisses me again and I hope he never, ever stops.
Alexander and I finally make it back to my bedroom. He looks around at the pale yellow walls and remarks about my favorite color. I love that he remembered.
He is walking around my room in his black boxer briefs eating a bowl of Captain Crunch cereal. Apparently, he worked up an appetite.
I throw on an old T-shirt and panties, crawl onto my full-size bed and sit Indian style. Asher looks down at the size of it and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“I need a bigger bed. I’ll go out tomorrow and buy a new one.”
He takes another bite of cereal and a small bit of milk pools at the side of his mouth. Using the back of his hand, he wipes it away and looks back at me. His brow wrinkles. “Why would you buy a new bed?”
I tilt my head at him, my hair falling down my shoulder. “It’s too small for the two of us.”