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)
God, get a hold of yourself!
We're quiet as the unknown looms.
What happens once he leaves - during our time apart?
When will I see him again?
I follow him out the door and down the stairs, ignoring a text from Jess.
I'm back to bad friend status, wanting to keep Asher all to myself. It's the third time she's texted since her party. Yet I haven't wanted to waste a second of Asher's time here on anything or anyone else.
I halt at the bottom of the stairs, just as he places his bag next to the front door.
"Asher," I pause before running to him. My arms wrap around his neck and I slam into his chest so hard his back hits the front door. His arms snake around me in response as he lets out a breathless laugh.
But it's not funny. I didn't do it to be cute. I did it to be close to him, already missing what I won't have tomorrow.
Needing it today.
Now.
"Don't go," I swallow, the honesty and longing in my voice unmistakable. I lift my head, overcome with sadness and longing, only to crash my mouth on his.
He only briefly engages. "Elle," he pants, pulling away.
"No one is home." My words are quick.
"My car will be here any minute."
"Don't go." I repeat. "Not without..." I look away.
Not without you taking all of me with you.
I don't say it out loud.
"What?" He tries to catch my eye.
As soon as he does he realizes what I'm saying.
His entire face changes.
Lust.
Suddenly his mouth is back on mine, nipping. Our bodies resume their intertwined stance.
"Please," I whisper.
"I can't- there's not-"
"Please."
"Fuck it," he hisses.
It doesn't take much convincing.
He quickly undoes the front of his pants. Then mine. It happens so fast. My shorts drop to the floor. My legs wrap around him as he picks me up, spinning us around until it's my back that hits the front door.
Then with a grunt he's in.
It's been so long there's pain. But mostly pleasure.
So much pleasure.
His rhythm is steady. Our breathing hot and heavy. His hips rock, slow at first.
"Fuck, it's even better than I thought it would be."
I thought his music was the best thing to come out of his mouth but his moans are even better.
I had no idea that was possible.
"Wait, really?" I still. He does too.
"You have no idea," he swallows. There's restraint in his stare. "There's no time, and I wanted to take my time. I... I wasn't expecting this."
Of course not.
I wasn't either.
Oh god, he didn't even put a condom on!
"Oh god." I swallow hard. I try to think when my last period was but can't focus.
This is intense, talking in this position, his hips rocking. The thudding. The urge to move.
"You always think the worst," he kisses slowly. "I don't know why you worry."
"I have a lot to-"
"So do I," he finishes. "I literally spend all day thinking about how to make you smile, with sheer and utter joy... it’s… Elle, you have no idea."
I pull his head back to mine. Our tongues twist, his hands urging my body up and down.
It's mindblowing.
"Asher!" I gasp.
We hear a car door close.
"Shit," he hisses. "Better make this fast. Ready, love?"
Caught up in it all, I moan.
It's the only thing I can manage.
He moves faster. Harder. His hips rock.
The doorbell rings.
Our eyes meet.
This is even better than I thought it would be.
I'm close.
I've never been close. Not like this.
For the first time I don't need time.
It's the connection in his soft stare, his demanding touch. The deep, controlled movements. The steadiness of his hips.
It's not a race to the end but the journey there.
And it's coming to a close far quicker than I anticipated. In complete opposition to everything I'm used to, I try and hold back.
"Shit. Elle." His voice is strained.
"Wait! Yes. There! Right there!"
"I can't-"
He's reached his limit. I don't need to see his face to know. I feel the thudding, and he tries to pull back, he does, but it's me.
I don't let him.
The urge to let go just like this, with him inside, from actual sex, takes over. I need to know what it's like to orgasm like this. And for the first time I'm there. I can!
Asher is a man of many talents.
The mere fact that he got me there, from this. But holding back in this instance as I tighten around him and don't let him out of my grasp isn't one of them.
I realize what's happening after it's too late.
I feel our simultaneous release, just as there's a knock on the door. The wood vibrates against my back, but I'm too busy clutching and shaking to care.
"Asher?" Tiny’s voice booms. He bangs on the door again.
Caught up in our own little world neither of us responds to anything except the other.
"How am I supposed to leave now?" His forehead lands against mine. "That was... wow."