Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 129110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
"Has he ever made you orgasm? From sex."
"No."
"Has he gone down on you?"
"A few times."
"How long were you together?"
"Like two years."
"Jesus."
I bite my lip. I know he doesn't mean to make me feel so self-conscious.
"Does the thought of me kissing someone else make you jealous?"
"If it makes you happy-"
"That's not what I asked."
"Yes." I hate to admit it.
"Tell me more about this hair fascination."
I let out a low laugh.
"It was stupid. Back in the day I liked when your hair was long. Long enough that I could dig my hands in it. I used to... fantasize about that."
"And is that what you want now? To dig your hands in my hair."
"Among other things," I whisper.
Suddenly he pulls me onto his lap.
"Now we're getting somewhere."
"My parents are down the hall."
He rolls me on my back, his body hovering over mine. "I’m not that good of a guy to care."
His fingers stroke a tantilizing trail up my leg, pausing at the seam of my underwear. The pads of his thumbs slowly circle. He's deciding what to do, his touch simple but strong.
I close my eyes, trying to decide as well.
I've never been touched like this - like there's all the time in the world.
"Elle," he hisses.
I open my eyes to find his intently on me.
"Tell me to stop."
His fingers are getting closer to the middle. The wait killing me.
"If you stop I will seriously murder you."
"Then I’m gonna give you the best damn orgasm of your life. That okay?"
I shiver.
His hand finally makes contact and he lets out the hottest sound as he feels me. "I knew you wanted this."
"Shut up."
His fingers play with the soaked part of the material. "I didn’t think it was this much though." He's got his cocky smirk.
"Are you going to goad or do something about it? I’m beginning to think you’re all talk."
He chuckles. "God you never disappoint."
He’s a teasing son of a bitch.
He plays, his eyes focused on my face as I squirm.
He keeps the same slow, painful pace, like he’s waiting for something.
I realize he wants me to beg. I'm so needy I don't care.
"Please," I whisper, my hips rocking.
He pauses an smiles. Then kisses my inner thigh, moving my underwear to the side as he climbs over me. He presses his mouth to mine, his finger sliding in.
"You like that?" He quickens his pace.
Oh god I do! Holy shit!
"Fuck me!" I blurt, my words surprising the both of us.
"Not tonight."
His answer shocks the hell out of me.
"What?"
"I’ve decided this is going to be too good."
"So you're not-"
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, but not til were alone."
"I don't understand."
"Elle, I’m gonna make you scream," his voice is deep against my ear. I moan. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're not going to be able to walk the next day. I can’t have that here." His fingers dance over me. Fast. Quick. Controlled. I can no longer hold back.
"Asher!"
"It’s okay," his voice takes on a soothing tone. "Right on my hand. You can do it. You’re okay."
My shaking starts out slow and from a place deep within. I’ve never unleashed like this before. And no one has ever cared to have me ride it out until the very end. Not like this. But Asher... he knows what to do. It lasts, in a way I never knew possible. I cry out. I want to clamp my thighs shut it's too much. But he holds them apart.
"Jesus Elle," he hisses. "I want to lick you all up."
"Then do it!" I cry.
"Really?" He croaks.
I made his voice croak.
I nod.
His grip on my thighs remains firm. His breath warm.
My back arches the moment his mouth makes contact, his tongue soft.
I'm so sensitive but he lets me adjust, pulling away every so often before teasing me back to the edge.
"It breaks my heart knowing I'll soon be so far from this," he fathoms. "But what a visual I’ll have now." His mouth is greedy, and skilled, and holy shit amazing. I lose all thought. My breath is coming quick. I shake. My vision blurs.
When I open my eyes I find him staring.
"That's how it's done." He returns my clothes to their rightful place and stands.
Cocky as ever.
"Ass."
"I didn't hear you complaining. Quite the opposite actually." He chuckles.
Still weak, I get on my knees in front of him.
Reaching, I grab the waistband of his bottoms.
"Wait," he places his hands over mine. "You don't have to. I can head to the bathroom."
Who is this guy?
I give him a look. "If you don't want me-"
"No- no," he laughs. "Obviously I want. I know you tease, but sometimes I really believe you think I'm an asshole, like I don't have feelings or care about yours."
"That's not-"
"You have trust issues and I get that. The situation we're in is weird," he shakes his head. "Regardless, I did what I did because I wanted to. Not because I expected anything in return."