Reluctantly leaving a part of our embrace to stretch his hand out, Asher pressed the button again. We watched the numbers above the door, waited for the elevator to greet us once more.
“Do you want to miss it again?” he asked.
I laughed. “Asher!”
Needless to say, when the elevator dinged its second arrival, Asher and I were otherwise preoccupied.
…
Asher was tired, but he couldn’t let it get to him.
Pizza was delicious and dinner went splendidly. Jeremy played an excellent role in all of that, and when Asher gave him a slight nod at the end of the evening while the movie credits rolled, he politely excused himself and went back to the main house to rest for the night.
“I really like that movie,” Jessika said. She curled against him, the warmth of her back heating his chest.
“Pan’s Labyrinth is a wonderful movie,” Asher said. His lips pressed against her neck, kissing up and along her jaw to her earlobe. He blew lightly and whispered into her ear, “Very thought-provoking.”
Jessika laughed a little and cuddled closer to him. She twisted and turned until she faced him over her shoulder and looked at him with such love and affection that he thought it was strong enough to break him into pieces.
“I always worry about the little girl, though. Do you think… do you think it was all in her mind, or…?”
Asher shook his head. “Everything worked out,” he said. “You can never know exactly what happened, but everything worked out in the end. She was happy.”
Jessika nodded, willing to believe it. She looked better now, more comfortable. Asher tightened his embrace, squeezing her against him, feeling the softness of her stomach and the way her body molded perfectly against him with the way he held her.
He thought she was perfect before, but he thought she was even more perfect when he had her in his arms.
…
I dreamed of something. I don’t know exactly what it was, and the ideas flitted away from my mind as soon as I woke. I think perhaps I dreamed of today, and what would happen. Asher, Jeremy, and I hadn’t discussed anything too thoroughly while we sat on the couch in Asher’s guest home, eating three different kinds of pizza, but we’d talked a bit; we’d talked enough.#p#分页标题#e#
Asher would confront Beatrice and Solomon and tell them he knew everything. It would all—Oh!
I felt something—a delightful something—warm and urgent in the core of my body. A whisper of breath teased against the bare skin between my thighs. I was sure I’d put on pajamas before going to bed, but apparently I’d lost them sometime in the night. Or was this a dream, too?
I’d asked Asher to make love to me, but he said no. We’d kissed for hours and I kept reaching for his hard cock trapped behind his pajama pants, but he just smirked and eventually moved my hand away. One quick stroke, then two, but he unwrapped my fingers from around my prize and went back to kissing me.
I remember growing more frantic near the end. I tried to stuff my hand in his pants and pull out what was mine, straddle atop him and convince him with my moist feminine wiles at the center of my body, but he denied me. He lifted me off him like I was nothing more than a pet and placed me on my back on the bed and lay atop me and… was he going to? Yes, finally? But, no, he’d trapped me beneath his body and kissed me and while I loved every single moment of it, I’d wanted more.
I opened my eyes, groggy, squirming when something licked lightly at my feminine folds. Looking down, finding myself open and available with the blankets completely gone, I saw Asher with his head between my thighs. His tongue, light and delicate, lapped at my sex.
I was too worked up to put up with his gentleness. I moved my hands to grab his head and pull him up atop me so he could claim my body properly, but…
Why wouldn’t my hands move?
Asher grinned at me as I struggled against my bindings. In a panic I glanced towards my wrists. While I slept he must have moved my arms up and above my head and tied me to one of the rungs of the headboard with a silken shirt. Nothing too sturdy, and if I really tried I could probably rip it into pieces and free myself, but it would take some effort. Effort that I didn’t have at the moment since I was still in somewhat of a daze from having just woken up.
“Asher,” I whined.
“Shh,” he said.
“Ple~ase?” I asked. I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for, but I’d know it when he did it.
His tongue licked along my labia, flittering back and forth, moistening either side of both my lower lips. I gasped and struggled with the bonds, hoping to slip my hands free and escape this erotic torture.