I lay there on the floor, rapt, completely and utterly his. Absolutely. He flicked his tongue across my nipple, tormenting me with pleasure. I moaned and gasped and whispered his name.
“I need you, Asher, please,” I said, though I didn’t actually know what I was saying or why I was saying it. It just seemed like the right thing, the proper words.
He looped a finger into the waistband of my panties and peeled them away from my sex and down my legs. I didn’t realize how aroused I was until he mentioned it.
Grinning, he said, “You’re so wet. You’re underwear’s clinging to your body.”
With a slight reprieve from his tongue on my breast, I managed to convince myself to look lower. It was true; my panties were practically soaked with my arousal for him.
“I want you,” I said. “I want you so badly.”
“Shh,” he said, covering my mouth with his hand.
He covered my crotch with his other hand, pressing against me. I bucked, unexpectant, against his palm, pleasuring myself against him.
“Calm down,” he said. “Shh.” He kissed me, slow and soft.
His words were at odds with his actions. He wanted me calm, but then why did he push two fingers inside of me? His hand cupped my sex, his palm keeping me pleasantly warm, while his two fingers delved deep into my slit. No nonsense, no teasing, he curled them and went straight for the rough flesh of my g-spot. I thrashed, my lower body becoming a thing of its own, while he kissed me and coaxed me to calm down.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “Asher, no, please don’t do this. I want you. I can’t calm down. Please.”
“Shh,” he said, grinning as he kissed me. “Jessika, calm down.”
I kicked my legs against him, but he ignored that. I didn’t want to hurt him, because I still had my heels on, but… I couldn’t calm down. My God! Did he really think that was possible? He pushed me higher, harder, fingers expertly goading me towards orgasm. When I thought I might be able to calm down, to listen to him and relax and fight against the pleasure he wanted to induce in me, he completely destroyed that idea.
His mouth left mine and I kissed at the open air for half a second before I realized it. Where.. where was he going? I didn’t understand. Then he clamped his lips onto my nipple and I lost it. His tongue swirled around my breast, eking pleasure from my upper body, while his fingers roamed inside me and tantalized my core.
I couldn’t stop it now, couldn’t contain the tide of my arousal. It rose up, a giant wave, and consumed me. I rode through it, lost myself inside of it. Asher never let me forget it, either. His tongue, his hand, always insistent and coaxing me to greater and better passion. I writhed on the floor, a hot mess, entirely unwound and undone.
Before my climax finished, I grabbed him. I pulled his head away from my nipple and wrenched him back up to my face. I kissed him, hard, needy, all over; on his cheeks, his lips, his chin, his jaw.
“Please,” I begged. “Asher, please, inside me.”
With him kissing me now, with me no longer needing to hold his face and pull him up, I grappled with his pants until I had them somewhat undone. I kicked them away, pushed them down with the toes of my heels, and then narrowed my brow in frustration when I couldn’t get his pants all the way off because of his shoes.#p#分页标题#e#
He laughed and helped me remove his shoes and pants. “Calm down, Jessika.”
“It’s not funny!” I shrieked, trying not to laugh, too. “I need you inside of me right now.”
“What if I say no?” he asked.
“Asher,” I said, panic-stricken. “You wouldn’t. No, don’t. Please. I’m begging you.” All conversational skills abandoned me. “Asher, no, I…”
I got no further before he grabbed the sides of my thighs and buried himself inside of me. Every synapse in my brain let out an electric sigh of wonder at the insane amount of pleasure he brought me. His cock drove into me, steady and thick, completely satisfying my need of him. Or, satisfying that current need, though I suddenly realized I needed so much more.
“Yesssss,” I hissed.
“I love you,” he said, kissing my cheek. “I really do, Jessika. I love you.”
“I know,” I said, sobering up enough from my intense arousal to speak regularly for a second. “I love you, too. I love you so much, Asher.”
We made love. We had sex. We fucked. We did all of it at once in some indulgent conglomeration of lust and love. I wanted him, needed him. I wanted to kiss his face and relish in the touch of his lips, and I wanted to savor the feel of his manhood inside me. I wanted him to nibble on my lower lip and stare at me with a predatory gleam in his eye while he shoved his cock into me and pushed us across the carpets of his office. I wanted to relax and calm down and languish in his love, but I wanted to speed up and press against him and desire his lust, too.