So she didn’t stop him.
She lay back and let him devastate her, bringing her to orgasm once, then twice. The last one causing her to twitch and stir and shake. Hand in his hair, she tugged. When he didn’t stop, she sat halfway up in the bed and pulled his hair, but he only delivered blow after delicious blow and she came again, hard enough to see double.
“Ash,” she begged. “Ash, please.” A pathetic whisper. “Stop, please…”
Finally, he slowed, finishing her off with one long lick, and lifted his head. She still had a hold of his hair and he grinned up at her, lips glistening, devilish glint in his eye. “I’m gonna fuck you again but this time, slower.”
“Please.” She was supposed to follow that with something along the lines of Don’t. I can’t handle any more, but instead just left it at Please. Because Asher was Asher and the promise of getting fucked by him was too good to turn down.
He reached for a condom and she closed her eyes, anticipating and wanting and trying not to think. Then he pushed deep and thinking became impossible. Sensitive from his oral assault, he felt extra good as he moved within her. His grunts and moans of appreciation were plentiful, telling her she felt extra good to him.
“From behind,” she said from her closed lids. Because she couldn’t take it if he did the “Gimme your eyes” thing again. She was raw and open and feeling way too much. If he took what she gave him, she might never get it back.
He pulled out and palmed her hip. “Roll over, and stick your ass in the air.”
She obeyed, hugging the pillow close and arching her back. He slid into her and right about then she nearly shot off the bed. He’d embedded himself in exactly the same way he had seconds ago, but in this position, she felt it deeper. Way deeper.
She let loose a moan of complete and utter enjoyment and abandon. Followed by more begging. And she threw in his name and an “oh God” while she was at it, because it was simply impossible to keep quiet while she was being brought to yet another powerful release under his control.
His hand smoothed over her bottom, thumb sliding between her cheeks, just a glance, a subtle touch. She clenched her inner walls, squeezing his cock. He groaned. She smiled into the pillow and squeezed again. Asher’s answering groan told her he was close.
“Harder,” she panted. “Harder, please.”
He complied, slamming into her, pulling the backs of her thighs against the front of his, the slapping of their flesh causing sweat to bead on her upper lip. The harder and faster he went, the tighter and tighter she wound.
“Yes! Oh God, oh God!” She was shouting now, bringing down the walls of her mind as they crumbled into dust and the world faded from Sunday morning breakfast in bed to erotic black and white. Sensations buzzed through her body as she clawed the sheets. Asher growled behind her, taking her there while spending himself until he could no longer move.
She dropped to her belly and turned her head to the side, her labored breaths blowing her hair from her face. He fell over her, his sweat-slicked torso glued to her back, his hand on her hip, still pulsing and embedded deep inside her.
“That,” he panted into her ear, having as much trouble catching his breath as she was, “was more fucking like it.”
Gloria gathered enough oxygen to let out a weak laugh. One that Asher returned.
Chapter 14
Sun sparkled off the lake, making Gloria squint, even from behind a pair of aviator-style sunglasses. The warmth soaked into her skin, covered only by a black string bikini and white sarong tucked in at her hip. Lifting a hand to shield her eyes, she looked out at the trees, the water, and the speedboat that zipped by, and she smiled.
Last weekend had been decadent. She’d packed a lot of great sex into two days, after all, but she found herself looking forward to today almost as much.
“Look who I found!” came a shout.
Gloria lowered her hand and spun around. Asher was walking down the dock with a tall man with a cleft in his chin next to a four-year-old with matching dark blond hair. Bouncing ahead of that man by about twenty feet was Gloria’s very best friend in the entire world.
“Kimber!” Gloria climbed off the boat to meet Kimber Reynolds—now Downey—on the dock.
“Hey, gorgeous!” Kimber let loose a sharp squeal as she grasped on to her, her bright red hair tickling Glo’s cheeks.
“You look beautiful.” She did, too. Dressed in a vintage find from her shop, Kimber wore a white skirt covered in a banana-leaf pattern, a bright yellow top, and coordinating chunky plastic jewelry on her wrist and neck. Glo held her at arm’s length. “I didn’t realize how much I missed you until just now.”