Chapter 6

Elle

The low lighting at Giancarlo's makes Asher’s green eyes sparkle as he laughs at one of my terrible jokes.

"Okay, okay," he says, catching his breath. "I'm sorry, but that was awful. It's so bad it's good."

I shrug playfully and take a sip of my strawberry daiquiri. "Yeah, well, not everyone can have a top-notch sense of humor like mine."

"Clearly," Asher replies, grinning. "We should celebrate surviving terribly hilarious jokes more often."

"Agreed," I say, feeling happy. Being around Asher seems to make me forget about my worries.

As we finish our dinner and drinks, neither of us wants the night to end, so we decide to take a walk at Love Point Pier his heat searing. His hands roam my body, sending sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. I grip his hair, pulling him back down to me for more kisses.

He breaks the kiss to lean over to his pants discarded on the floor and grabs his wallet. With a flick of the wallet he pulls out a square packet, tears it open, and then covers his shaft in latex.

“God, Asher, you’re so beautiful,” I parrot his earlier compliment. His smile is big as he hovers over me and stares directly into my eyes.

I feel his hand between us, lining himself up to my entrance, and then the stretch that makes me gasp.

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear.

Although it doesn’t take long before my little body accepts his large one like it’s found its rightful home, he's moving within me, setting a rhythm that leaves me gasping and moaning his name. There’s a delicious friction between our bodies as we move together, each push and pull amplifying the heat that engulfs us.

We move together in perfect sync. Asher’s defined muscles under my touch are an aphrodisiac alone. I can’t get enough of this man. I want him closer, deeper, harder.

Each stroke of pleasure builds higher and higher until it breaks, sweeping us both into an intoxicating whirlwind of sensations.

Asher is right there with me and holds me close as we both tumble over the edge into blissful abandon. Neither of us moves an inch while we regulate our breathing, feeling the euphoric high of the moment.

Then he tugs me closer into his arms. Even though he's half-off the bed and I'm practically on top of him in this tiny living space, this moment feels perfect. We lay there wrapped around each other; two bodies curled up against one another, sharing the same space and experience.