30. Leilani

Asher’s hand skims back across my waist as he moves in behind me again. Nerves skitter through me, but I want to try this. Because I don’t want to be held back by anything. I won’t let what happened to me deny me of a good time.

We’ll start, and if I don’t like it, I know he’ll stop.

He’s proved his self-control before, and I do trust him.

And I want the pleasure he can offer me. I want the pleasure I can offer him.

The pads of his fingers whisper over my thighs as he nestles his chest against my back. He’s watching me carefully in the mirror, and it’s then I realize that he has every intention of taking me right here so he can see my face.

Talk about being vulnerable with someone, but I guess I can watch his face, too, and there’s something very sensual about that.

I raise my arm, wrapping my hand around his neck and giving it a light squeeze.

“If at any point this gets too much…,” he murmurs against my skin.

“I know,” I whisper, tipping my head back and kissing him as he wriggles his fingers under my shirt and glides his perfect hands over my body.

Squeezing both breasts, he pinches my nipples through the fabric of my bra, teasing with a rub that sends tendrils of excitement shooting down between my legs. I tip my head back, resting it against his shoulder and closing my eyes as he runs his finger along the top of my panties.

“Is this okay?” he whispers.

“Uh-huh.” I swallow and let out a soft breath.

His hand dips beneath the fabric, trailing down to my sweet spot and drawing delicate circles over my clit. The pressure is so soft—a light tickle that’s just firm enough to get my heart racing.

It feels so good. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I meld back into him and let the pleasure curl through me.

He brushes my hair to the side, sucking my neck while still stroking my clit. It’s hard not to pant and whimper when he pushes his hips forward, grinding his hard shaft between my butt checks. He’s still in his jeans, his cock wrapped up tight in the clothing. I want to set it free. As this pleasure builds within me, I find myself wanting to lean forward and let him take me in a way I thought I’d never be able to handle again, but he’s making it possible.

The bathroom lights are shining over me, the mirror just there. I pop my eyes open and watch his tongue glide down my shoulder, nudging the fabric aside. The muscles in his forearm ripple as he keeps working my pussy, and I’m mesmerized by him.

There’s nothing dark and sinister in this bathroom.

Nothing feels off, which is why I can reach under the shirt for my panties and slide them down my hips.

“You sure?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I breathe, shimmying my hips and practically purring as the denim of his jeans brushes against my naked butt cheeks.

His eyes smile at me in the mirror, and I hold his gaze as the tip of his tongue trails up my neck, then nips my soft earlobe.

The energy running through me is building at a steady rate, his magical fingers adjusting pressure and speed until my clit is basically weeping.

“Yes,” I groan, starting to pant, my chest heaving as the orgasm builds to an eruption that rips right through me. An embarrassing scream pops out of my mouth. It’s short but high, and it makes Asher laugh against my skin as my knees go weak.

He cinches me around the waist, holding me steady and waiting for me to stop writhing. The pleasure pulsing through me is almost too much, but I soak in it, reveling in the buzz traveling through my body.

I flop my head forward with a moan, then listen to the sound of his zipper coming down.

I tense, my pleasure senses cutting off for a moment as the sound triggers something ugly in the pit of my stomach. Gripping the edge of the basin, I can feel myself on the verge of bailing. He promised me that would be okay. I’m in control this time. I can stop this whenever I like.

The drawer flicks open, and he pulls out a condom. I bite my bottom lip as he unwraps it, wondering if I should be saying something now.

Why am I not opening my mouth?

It’s better to say it now than after he’s started, right?

“Hey.” He catches my attention, and I glance up. His warm gaze stares at my reflection in the mirror, and there’s something about the calm smile in his eyes that stills me. His gentle hands round my hips as he nestles his chin on my shoulder. “You okay for this? You still want to try?”

“Yes.” The word pops out with surprising swiftness, and my butt nudges backward of its own accord.

I feel his wrapped shaft skim my naked skin, and for some reason, I smile.

I’m doing this.

I want to do this.

Licking my bottom lip, I then scrape my teeth over the moisture and spread my legs.

He keeps his eyes on me, grabbing his cock and gliding it down my butt crack. It makes me shiver… in all the right ways… and I lean a little farther forward, giving him easier access.

“Keep your eyes on me, boo. I want to see your pretty face.”

I look back into the mirror, watching him as he glances down to line himself up.

His deft fingers part my folds, his head nudging into my wet core. And then he’s looking into my eyes, slowly pushing himself into me while studying my reflection.

My lips part, a soft breath punching out of me as he stretches me in that familiar way, filling me completely.

“You good?” he checks again.

“I’m good.” A smile starts to curve my lips, and then my mouth drops open again as he pulls back, then gently glides back into me.

“Feel okay?”

“Yeah.” I nod, my words coming out like breaths. “Do it again.”

He holds my hips, pulling back and thrusting in once more, this time a little deeper, and I cry out as pleasure crashes through me. Holy shit, this angle is fucking amazing!

“Good?”

“Yeah, yeah, yes! You can stop asking now. You feel good. You feel so good,” I whimper.

“So do you, boo. Fucking fantastic.” He drives a little harder, and I enjoy the thrust, moving my butt back to take more of it.

His fingers float over my lower back, trailing a path of delicious sensations until he’s rounding my sides and cupping my breasts. He squeezes them for a while, then sails back down to my hips, gripping them as he picks up his pace.

I close my eyes for a second, and he gently coaxes them back open with soft murmurs. “Let me see that gaze of yours, boo.”

I find his eyes again, drinking him in as I watch his face contort with pleasure. My body is owning him right now, and there’s something so beautiful and empowering about that feeling. His lids snap shut and I nearly tease him, goading him to open them back up, but he’s caught in a moment of abandon. I see the way the orgasm builds inside him, marveling at his gratification. His mouth forms a perfect O as his body starts to jerk inside me. He lets out a moan, followed by an uncontrolled thrust that buries his cock deep.

I can’t help crying out as well. The tingles firing down my legs and through my torso are intense and wonderful.

He thrusts again, wrapping his arms around my waist and murmuring in my ear, “Fuck, you’re so good. You’re so good, baby.”

I sink back against him, our bodies trembling in time as I close my eyes and soak in this gift he just gave me.

His eyes slide back open, and we stare at each other in the mirror. We’re connected physically, as close as we can possibly be, and maybe now on a spiritual level, too, because right in this moment, I feel like I’m looking into his soul.

And I can’t help loving what I see.

Which, for some reason, is just a little bit terrifying.

Shit, have I gone and fallen in love with Asher Bensen?