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My pulse quickened and my breath came out in sharp, shallow gasps. I pleaded with him and begged him not to stop, or to untie me, or wait no, if he stopped to untie me that was…

My back arched as the first wave of pleasure slammed into my body. Asher never stopped, continued licking at my sex, and whenever he flicked his tongue against my oversensitive clit, I reeled in shock. My inner walls clenched against his fingers, trying to suck his hand inside of me, but he kept his motions firm and insistent upon my rugged, inner pleasure point.

During my orgasm, squeezing my hands into fists and unintentionally pulling against my bindings, I ripped the silken shirt in two and freed myself from the headboard. Enough, not enough. Oh God.

Not even knowing what came over me, I grabbed Asher’s face and pulled him away from my crotch. He looked surprised, but impressed. In a frenzy, I pushed at him and told him to get on his back, to… why did he have pajama pants on still? I pulled them off, delighted when his hard cock popped free in front of me. Asher watched me, smiling, and I shimmied atop him and centered myself over his erection.

I moved down, fit myself onto the head of his cock, and then pushed hard against it, taking all of him inside of me in one go. Everything beyond that was a mess of sensation, sweaty and sticky and pure, unadulterated bliss.



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I lay on top of Asher, panting. He was panting, too. He finished inside of me, but I didn’t want to get off him, so I kept him in me while the aftereffects of our sexual romp settled inside me. I felt so glorious and glowing and like this was the way everyone should wake up every day. Oh my God, I was physically tired, but now completely awake.

“You’re rough,” Asher said, smiling. “I shouldn’t have used such a flimsy shirt.”

“I liked that,” I said. “I mean, I was kind of annoyed, but… I liked that.”#p#分页标题#e#

“I never meant to upset you,” he said, “but…”

“If you do that again I’m going to have sex with you in your sleep,” I said, defiant.

He laughed. “Promise?”

“I love you,” I said all of a sudden. I don’t know why, but it felt right.

“I love you, too,” he said.

Leaning up to kiss me, just a quick one at first, he decided it best to do it properly and pulled me down into it. I went willingly. Maybe I’d quenched my carnal desire(for the time being), but I still wanted him so badly. To be with him, to be near him, talking, touching, small, inconsequential things, nothing important, not all the time. Just him and I and everything, all of ourselves.

“We need to get up,” Asher said. “I need to find out if Beatrice is here. She wasn’t last night, which probably made everything a little easier, but we can’t put this off. I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen, but it needs to happen today.”

“Alright,” I said, nodding. “I’ll help. I’ll do whatever I can, Asher.”

“I know,” he said. “Thank you. I really do appreciate it.”

He went to take a shower, leaving me to languish in bed. I watched him strip off his shirt through the open bathroom door. I hadn’t bothered with that article of clothing when I’d freed myself from the headboard since it hadn’t seemed necessary to my goal. Seeing Asher strip the rest of his pajamas off right in front of me, then walk over to the bathtub and turn the shower on was oddly erotic, though. Maybe he had a good point with patience and relaxing, because if I’d removed his clothes entirely I wouldn’t have gotten to see this show.

After testing the water with his hand, Asher stepped into the steaming shower. Not all the way, though, not entirely. Before he closed the door he looked at me. Something in his eyes, a glimmer of admiration. He crooked his finger, beckoning for me to join him. I watched him disappear behind the frosted glass of the shower door.

Scrambling out of bed, I bounded towards the bathroom, slipped out of my pajama tanktop just like he had, and pulled open the shower door. I jumped inside, into his arms. He smiled at me and held me close to him while hot water from the showerhead streamed across our bodies.

“Glad you could make it,” Asher whispered into my ear, kissing my earlobe.

“I missed you,” I said, giving him a silly smile.

“Because I was so far away?” he asked.

I nodded twice. “Mhm!”

He ran his hands across my body, letting water cup between my skin and his palms, and then sluiced it over me. I tried to do the same, but he stopped me. “Not yet,” he said.

I nodded and stood and let him wash me. He grabbed a bottle of body wash from a shelf off to the side and squirted some into his hand. Lathering it between his palms, he gathered a good amount of bubbles and then slid the soapy foam across my body. He coaxed me to lift my chin and coated my neck with soap, then down my shoulders and my arms, between each of my fingers. He washed me, focusing on my chest. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting out a moan when he squeezed my breasts in his hands and toyed with my nipples.