24. Asher

Her soft breath against my skin makes my insides tremble. Her skin prickles with goose bumps as I lightly suck her earlobe, then glide my tongue down her neck. She lifts her head back, giving me easy access to her luscious skin.

I take my time, painting pictures while I slowly take off her jacket.

“Is this okay?” I whisper.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

“I don’t want you getting cold.”

“My skin’s on fire right now.” She grips the back of my hair, ending any conversation with a searing kiss that has my meat rod standing to attention, like a fucking general of the US Army has just marched up this hill, shouting orders at his troops, who scramble to salute him.

Desire burns swift and hot from my core to my extremities as I fight the urge to rip her clothes off and plunge into her.

I said I’d take this slow, and I meant it.

This isn’t about me. It’s about her pleasure, which is actually my pleasure, too, because making her pant and writhe and come in the back of my truck is going to be fucking fantastic.

Peeling off another layer, I caress the pads of my fingers down her soft skin, marveling at the curve of her tits and how smooth they feel. I unhook her bra, capturing the strap with my teeth and pulling it away from her body. Her melons bounce free. They’re so full and lush. I take them in my hands, pushing them together and licking the crease with the tip of my tongue before peppering kisses across them.

She lets out a soft snicker, running her hands along my shoulders and tipping back so I can have easier access to her body.

Sucking a nipple into my mouth, I lick and play, enjoying her sweet gasps and moans. Her fingers grip my shirt when I pinch the other, and I glance up to check on her. When her eyes capture mine, she gives me a fiery look that is all things sexy before whipping off my shirt and diving for me with her lips. It’s my turn to be licked and sucked as she explores my torso. My sweatpants are tenting big-time, but before she can reach for them, I stop her once more.

“Not yet,” I whisper, smiling at her as I tip her backward, angling her body so she’s resting on the pillows. Skimming my fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants, I check her face. “This okay?”

She nods, brushing her teeth over her bottom lip and sending my cock into a frenzy. He’s busting to get out of his cage, but he’s just gonna have to fucking wait.

Hooking my fingers into both her sweats and her panties, I pull them off together, exposing her bronze skin to the moonlight. She’s fucking beautiful, her island curves and the mound of black spirals protecting what I’m about to taste.

I lightly run my fingers through it and she shivers, but her lips are toying with a smile, so I take that as permission and lie between her legs.

It’s not the most comfortable in the back of the truck, but as I part those hairs and find myself that hot, sweet center, all thoughts of comfort disappear. She becomes my everything, her wet folds beckoning me as I lick and taste her most intimate spots.

“My whiskers aren’t scratching you, are they?” I murmur between licks.

“Uh-uh.” Her breathy reply and urgent headshake give me permission to keep going.

And then her breaths grow even quicker, her fingers skimming my hair, then brushing over my shoulder, like she can’t decide where to settle.

“Oh my…” Her words trail off in a high-pitched whimper as I massage her clit, swirling my tongue around it. Her low groan has a guttural quality to it—an uncontrolled, pleasure-filled sound that makes me feel like a fucking king. “Ash.” She cries my name, fisting a chunk of my hair as her legs begin to tremble. “Holy shit, holy shit!” Her scream is soft and sensual, her hips arching as the orgasm rides through.

I swap my tongue for my thumb so I can quickly work my lips back up her body, sucking her nipple into my mouth as another wave travels over her. She cries out again, then clamps her legs together, squishing my hand in the process. “Stop moving! Stop moving!” she cries, then lets out a few more shuddering breaths before squeezing my hand even harder, then slowly going limp.

I sit back with a satisfied grin, watching her recover.

It takes her a minute, and when her head pops back up to look at me, I have to wonder if this is it. And if it is, that’s okay, because that was one hell of an orgasm, and I got to enjoy it right along with her.

I’m about to ask her if we’re done, but then she’s scrambling for that condom packet, ripping it open with the ferocity of a wolverine. “Take your pants off. Right now.”

I do as I’m told, fighting a grin as I flick them off the end of my feet and sit back so she can suit me up.

Resting my hands on her hips, I gaze up at her, loving the shape of her face and the way the moonlight is capturing her features. She’s fucking gorgeous. My Hawaiian Hottie. I feel like the luckiest guy on Earth right now.

Once the condom is in place, she sits back, a hint of hesitation flittering across her face.

I go for a gentle smile. “How do you want to do this? Do you have a favorite position?”

“As long as you’re not taking me from behind, we’re all good.”

I clench my jaw for a second, ugly pictures of what happened to her slapping me before I manage to get them under control.

Shuffling back, I fight my stupid brain while I lean against the cab of the truck, then beckon her with my fingers. “C’mere.”

She walks on her knees toward me, and I cup her hips, pulling her over my pulsing cock and smiling up at her.

“You set the pace,” I whisper. “And if you need to stop, you can just jump right off me.”

Her eyes light with an appreciative smile before she looks down, rearranging herself over me. My head touches her wet center, which is practically dripping and feels so fucking good as she lowers herself onto me.

“Fuuuucccck yeah,” I murmur.

She laughs, then tips her head back with a groan. “You feel good.” She raises her hips, rising over me and then sinking back down with this slow, languid move that is sweet torture.

Her hot, wet oasis is holding me tight, gliding over me with a sensation so thick and strong, I’m seeing stars.

Squeezing her hips, I resist the urge to force her to pump a little harder and faster. I fight the request to pick up the pace. My dick’s happy no matter what, and if she wants to take this slow, then?—

Her hips jerk, moving a little faster over me.

Thank fuck!

It feels so good, I can hardly stand it. Her boobs bounce in front of me and I capture them in my hands, lightly massaging them while she rides me. Her pace is increasing again, breaths punching out of her, peppered with sweet moans that make my heart pump out of time.

Leaning forward, I capture her mouth, and she sits on me for a second, sinking so low that the head of my cock is touching her… I don’t even know what the fuck it’s called. My brain can’t think of scientific words when I’m so deep inside this woman, I feel like I’m becoming a part of her.

She groans into my mouth, then sits back, bracing her hands on my shoulders and setting a heady pace of fast, quick jerks over my cock that have him twitching in anticipation.

I hiss as soon as the build starts to hit me, running my hands around the back of her ass and squeezing those cheeks harder than I probably should.

She doesn’t seem to mind, though. Her pussy is only getting wetter, and then it starts to spasm, clenching my cock and forcing it to explode without warning.

“Ahhhh,” I cry out, the unexpected pleasure blinding me as I pump her over me a few more times.

She milks me dry before sinking right down on me again, her body flopping against mine.

Trying to catch my breath, I trail my fingers up her naked back, lightly kissing her shoulder and then smiling big when she makes my fucking century.

“As much as I hate to admit this… you’re right.” She turns to puff against my neck. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”