Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Or maybe that’s just my brain short-circuiting out because my hands land on Asher’s chest, and I lift my chin as he claims my mouth. And no, this doesn’t feel anything less than one hundred million, billion, trillion, gazillion percent the greatest, smartest, most genuine idea in the world.
CHAPTER 17
Asher
I sweep Emily into my arms like the gallant knight rescuing her damsel in distress. Also, it’s just amazing to have Emily in my arms, especially with her hands locked around my neck and her lips locked with mine.
“Shower,” she rasps. “Upstairs.”
Alright, we might also have an aversion to beds it seems.
I head up the stairs while Emily attacks my mouth. Her tongue demands war, and my tongue gives in easily. My balls have crept up with every single step until they feel lodged in my throat, whereas my dick is back to being weapon-worthy.
I set Emily down just inside her bathroom. It’s fairly large, with an older-style glass shower that’s separate from the tub. Just the sight of it makes my dick ache, and I want to do dirty, raw, and sensual things to her in there.
Emily’s hands immediately duck under my t-shirt, and I help her slip it off. I go for her blouse next, and while she battles with her leggings, I slide my jeans down. She stops her undressing at the good part, leaving her bra and panties on for me. They’re not a matching set, just a plain white bra and black panties, but they’re hot as sin anyway.
Taking me a little off guard, she leans forward, sets her hands on my chest, and circles my nipple with her tongue. I didn’t realize my nipples had a lot of sensation, but when Emily licks them, they certainly do. I feel the stirring sensations all the way to my balls, and she falls to her knees before I’ve even fully registered the pleasure radiating out from my nipple. Then, she tugs my boxers down, freeing my cock, and it springs up, nearly smacking her in the face. Thank god the bastard misses.
Emily giggles. Also, thank god she thinks it’s amusing. Her hand wraps around my shaft, and I lose the smile fast. I close my eyes when she moves her sweet, tight hand from the tip of my dick to my balls. Her other palm remains flat on my stomach, and she leans forward, taking me so far into her mouth that she coughs. She slowly withdraws as I tangle my fingers in her hair and let out the world’s deepest groan.
“You don’t have to—”
“Shh,” she commands, and her warm breath makes me shiver. “Stop talking.”
I can do that. I can seriously do that. So I let her take the lead as she continues licking and suckling me, pumping me with her hand, swirling her tongue over my swollen tip, and taking me so far back into her throat that I see stars. She keeps going until I can barely contain it. Until I seriously doubt I can contain it. As in, I’m in total danger here. Of not containing things.
“Shower,” I command, but it’s more like a thready exhale.
Emily raises her head. She looks at me, her pupils fully blown, and she must understand because she reluctantly gets up. “Okay.”
She switches the taps on while I get a condom out of my jeans pocket. I quickly tear it open and slide it on. Then, I turn around, expecting Emily to be waiting patiently for me, but she’s already in the shower. Already soaking wet with water sluicing over her white bra, dampening it until her dark nipples are on full display. The water hugs her curves as it flows over her body, and I long to lap up each and every single drop.
While she’s watching me, Emily reaches around and unhooks her bra, and as her bra falls away, revealing two perfect breasts, she never breaks eye contact. She slowly peels her panties away next, stepping out of them one leg at a time before tossing them on the floor with a wet plop.
She beckons me forward with a finger, and holy shit, where did the shy Emily from the beginning of last night go? I do realize she’s still there, in the blush that creeps up from her collarbones and spreads across her neck, and in the way her lips part and eyelashes flutter.
I step into the shower, straight into the spray. The warm water feels like heaven, but it’s nothing compared to how intoxicatingly beautiful Emily is, how smooth her skin feels, and how silky and warm and wet she is between her legs.
I run my fingers over her, feeling how slick and ready she is. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I lift her on instinct to back her up against the glass wall. Her back makes a shower angel against the steamy glass as her mouth attacks mine, and my dick throbs painfully against her stomach because no, I didn’t line it up properly.