Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

Brynn

This is really happening. I’m going to have sex with this man—this Dominant—who owns my heart and body.

He uses one hand to pull the covers back before setting me on the mattress and tugging my T-shirt over my head. “Lie back and spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see you while I undress.”

Once again, I’m naked, and he’s fully clothed. At least, this time, he’s pulling his tie off. I think I might finally get a naked Asher.

I scoot back, prop myself on his pillows, and spread my legs indelicately. He’s seen all of me. He saw all of me that first morning before lunch. It really was ten years ago. He’s right about that.

“God, you’re sexy,” he says, his voice deep. He works on his shirt buttons. “Why does it take men forever to get undressed? I can get you naked by just whisking your dress over your head. ”

“That’s because you like me naked underneath, and you only buy me clothes with quick, easy access.”

He chuckles. “True.” He kicks his shoes off as he finally removes his shirt. He’s even more handsome than I imagined. Every inch of him is chiseled. His pecs are rock-hard. He doesn’t have a single tattoo. I’m not sure what I expected, but I like it.

My breath hitches as he undoes his belt and slides it out. He’s giving me a strip show. Seconds later, he’s down to nothing but tight black briefs. He opens the drawer on his nightstand and holds up a condom.

My heart is racing. This is going to happen. I’m finally going to have sex with the most incredible man I’ve ever met. Apparently, I’m going to marry him, too. I’ve heard we’re engaged.

After dropping the condom on the bed, he climbs up between my knees and strokes my inner thighs. “I won’t dominate you in our bedroom. I want to make love to you, Brynn. If you need me to fuck you as my submissive sometimes, we’ll do that in the playroom or at Edge. In this room, you’re my equal. I’m Asher. This room is for love.”

I like his plan. I nod. His words are so sweet.

He spreads my legs wider. I want his mouth on me. I’ve had trouble thinking of little else since the last time he put his mouth on my pussy.

He tugs me closer and leans over to kiss me. No other part of him is touching me except his lips against mine. He moans into my mouth as he devours me. When he finally releases my lips, he looks me in the eye. “I love you, Brynn.”

“I love you, too, Asher.”

He smiles. “I like the sound of that. Say it again? ”

“Asher?” I tease.

“All of it.”

“I love you, Asher.” I run my hands down his chest until I reach his cotton-covered erection. “Take these off.”

He groans. “So bossy.”

I grin. “It’s all fun and games until the tables are turned.”

He smirks as he drops onto his chest between my legs, ignoring my request. Instead, he grips my thighs and licks a line from my folds to my clit.

I moan loudly.

He circles my clit and then thrusts his tongue into my channel.

I arch my hips off the bed and grab his shoulders. “Asher…”

He lifts his face and finds my opening with his fingers. “I’m going to be the only man who ever enters this gorgeous pussy.”

“Yes…”

“You’re mine, Brynn. There’s no going back.”

I shake my head. “Yours.” It’s hard to focus with his finger easing in and out of me.

He sucks my clit again, making me cry out.

I writhe against him when he adds a second finger and then does something wicked with them. “ Asher ,” I shout.

“Come on my fingers, baby. I want to feel your cunt gripping me before I thrust into you and make you come again around my cock.”

His filthy words turn me on further. I’m shaking with need.

He thumbs my clit, watching me as he scissors his fingers. “Come, baby.”

I shatter, my channel pulsing around his fingers. My vision blurs as I ride the waves of pleasure. When I finally start to float back to Earth, I’m not satisfied. I want more. I grab at his shoulders again. “Please, Asher. Don’t make me wait.”

He rises to his knees, shrugs out of his underwear, and grabs the condom. He never takes his gaze off me while he rolls the rubber onto his erection.

I’m not breathing, though. Really? That thing is huge. His two fingers stretching me felt like too much. He’s going to split me in two.

He drops down between my legs so his cock is lined up with my entrance. Cupping my face, he kisses me gently. “I promise it will get better. The first time will be tight. It might hurt. I’m going to thrust all the way in and then hold very still while you adjust. I won’t move again until you’re ready.”

I nod. “Okay.” I want him to do it.

Asher holds my face as he thrusts hard and fast.

I cry out. It’s too much. Too tight. It hurts. My pussy throbs from the intrusion. Why do people do this?

He strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. “Look at me, Brynn.”

I shake my head, still squeezing my eyes closed. I can’t breathe yet. I need a moment.

He gives me a few seconds before commanding, “Look at me, baby.” So much for not dominating me in the bedroom.

I finally open my eyes as I draw in a breath. I’m going to live. The pain subsides.

He looks concerned. His brow is furrowed. He kisses me. “I’m sorry, baby. I hate that I had to hurt you.”

I lick my lips. “I think I’m okay. ”

He inhales slowly. “When you’re ready.”

I squirm as need returns. “Move.”

He eases partway out and then slowly back in.

I wince, but it’s not as bad as the first time.

“So tight, baby…” He holds his breath as he does it again, never taking his gaze off mine. “Relax, Brynn.”

It’s hard to follow that instruction, but I try, and it does help.

After a few more strokes, my arousal kicks back in. The friction stops making me cringe and switches to pleasure. “Ohhh…”

He smiles. “There you go.”

I tip my head back and moan as he continues to thrust in and out of me. I grab his hips and dig my fingers into his hard muscles. My eyes roll back again. It’s so intense. So much better than just rubbing my clit. “More…”

He groans as he picks up the pace and thrusts deeper.

“Yes… Oh, God…” I stiffen. The base of his cock slams against my clit every time. “I’m going to come.”

“That’s the idea, baby,” he teases. “Let go. I want to feel your orgasm gripping my cock before I come.” He slides in and out, harder, faster, until I’m delirious with need.

Suddenly, I’m on the edge—that glorious precipice. I hover there in bliss for seconds before crashing over it. I’m shocked by the sensation of having an orgasm around his cock. There is no feeling like it. I’ve been missing out.

Wave after wave of my release clenches around him until I’m spent, panting, sated.

He keeps thrusting three or four more times before he finally cries out his own release, holding himself deep inside me while his lips crash onto mine. He kisses me while he empties his seed into the condom. I’m surprised he can do both things at once. But this is Asher Bennett. He can do anything.

When he lifts his head and starts to pull out, I grab his ass. “No. Not yet.”

“If I stay inside you long enough, I’ll be able to come again. I’m so hot for you that my cock is going to stay erect for a month.” He cups my face again. “Are you okay?”

“So good.” I lift my head and kiss him briefly. “That was so much more than I expected.”

“I’m so glad. I promise it will get better. By this time tomorrow, you’ll be a limp noodle, unable to tell up from down after I’ve made love to you in ten different positions.”

I giggle. “You exaggerate.”

He lifts a brow. “Try me.”

I don’t doubt him. It’s never a good idea.

Eventually, he does slide out. “Don’t move, baby.” He pads to the bathroom. I listen to the water running. I don’t dare move or close my legs. I’m afraid to look down. I suspect there’s some blood.

A minute later, he’s back. He says nothing as he gently cleans my pussy. “You’re going to be sore. I might have overestimated the number of ways I can take you in one day. We might have to save some for next weekend.”

I push up onto my elbows and glare at him. “Not a chance. Don’t take back your promises, Mr. Bennett.”

He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am. We’ll see how you feel.” He turns off the lights, climbs into bed, pulls the covers over us, and hauls me into his arms.

After raining kisses all over my face, he sets his forehead against mine. “I meant every word. I love you. ”

“I love you, too.”

“We’re buying a diamond in the morning. I don’t want you to face the world on Monday without a ring to back up the tabloids.”

I chuckle. “If you insist.”