With soft kisses and strong hands, Asher holds me still as he enters me. My back instantly bows and arches into him. If I thought the feel of him outside of my clothing was intense, the feeling of him inside me is immeasurable.
Moving in me, he hits every nerve ending inside my body. I didn’t even know it could feel this good with out a mechanical toy. It’s as if he was made especially for me, to fit inside and milk me from the inside out with pure perfection.
His body rolls in and out of me; rubbing his groin against mine to give friction to my very swollen clit. I’m being loved from the inside and the outside. It won’t take long for me to . . . my God . . . my hands grip the sheets . . . my toes curl in . . . I feel so much.
My body starts to spasm, arching off the bed closer to him, needing more. I start pumping my own hips with him.
Asher’s buries his head in my neck, biting my skin. “I love the feel of you. Keep doing that.”
My body moves with his. My core is soaking wet and I’m still climbing.
Asher bends his back and leans his head down to take a nipple in his mouth. My body spasms more with pleasure and my orgasm is driven home when he adjusts his hips and pushes inside me so deep and hard I think I might be having an exorcism.
Screams and cries are coming from the room and they’re all from me. Asher pulls me in tight and kisses me hard, sucking on my tongue and biting on my lip as he finds his own pleasure, coming hard inside me. I can feel him pulsing from inside.
Our bodies are a mix of sweat and heat. I feel sticky but I don’t want to move. I want to be glued to this moment forever.
And I think he does too. Brushing the hair off my forehead, Asher rubs my temples and smoothes my hair with his hand. Gorgeous honey eyes skim my face. I reach up with my own hand and let my fingers trace the outline of his jaw, rubbing the light scruff.
Our skin remains tethered to each other as our hearts find a mutual beat and our breaths take on a synchronized rhythm.
My left leg lifts off the sheet and wraps around his thighs, pulling him in closer. He arches his hips in and kisses me, rolling onto his side, taking me with him, my leg still wrapped around him.
We lay and kiss on our sides until our lips are numb and then we kiss some more. I feel like I am complete for the first time in forever.
Asher tilts his back to look at me as his fingers lightly brush the long strands of my hair. “Have you ever heard of Sirens’ Rock?”
I lightly shake my head.
“It is here, in the bay, at the center of the marina. The ancients believe it to be the place where the sirens seduced Odysseus with a song,” he says, his voice slightly above a whisper. “It’s you. My temptress who lured me in with a song.”
Leaning down, Asher takes my lips again and holds on to them, ever so still, and I savour ever last breath he breathes into me.
“What is your favorite dessert?” Asher breaks our kiss and rubs our noses together.
It’s a silly question but one I don’t mind answering. “Ice cream. You?”
“Cheesecake. But only the New York kind. I’d like to take you to this shop near my house. You’ll love it. In fact, I may bring it home and eat it off of you.” His lips find my neck and start to nibble.
My heart sighs with the thought. “Where is your home?”
He leans back and looks at me as if I already know the answer. “New York. Manhattan. I thought you knew that.”
I laugh into his chest. “I know nothing about you. Like, what kind of cologne do you wear? Because you always smell delicious.” I drink in my very sexy maritime man.
Asher’s body stiffens. “I don’t wear cologne. I used to, but someone ruined it for me.”
My head shoots up. First, I can’t believe that he smells this amazing on his own. It’s sinful and totally unfair. Second, who ruined cologne for him? A woman? A lover?
He gives me a look I’m starting to know well. “Not today. Someday I’ll share that secret but this, right here, this is too perfect to taint with the past.”
I nod in understanding. This moment is too pristine.
“Favorite color?” I ask.