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“I love you, too,” I murmured. Steeling myself, I tried to fight against my inherent need. Granted, it was very difficult, what with about a third of Asher’s cock pressing into me. I felt it, a warmth, a promise of more. His heat mixed with my arousal and, to tease me, every so often he flexed his cock, sending a surge of pleasure and promise through me. If I just stayed still and didn’t say anything, maybe I could find a way to get myself off. This was exciting, but different. If I edged my hips just so, barely moved, wiggled my lower body up so that my clit barely brushed against his stomach(though this was far more difficult than it first seemed), and…

“If you don’t answer me soon, I’m going to pull back out,” Asher said.

“No no no,” I said. “Yes, I’ve thought about it, but I’m not good enough, Asher. I do like to write, but I don’t know what I would write. How would I do it? There’s a lot to it, you know? It’s not just writing, but editing and then do I send letters to an agent, or directly to publishing houses? Do I want a big publisher or a smaller one, or do I self-publish, or…”

Asher thrust into me. My lower lips kissed around the shaft of his cock like a lost lover. He was so close, yet had seemed so far away—if only for a moment—and now he was back again. Home. With me. Inside me, where I never wanted him to leave. He pressed deep into me, slow and relaxed. I savored it, biting my lower lip. Asher tried to kiss me, to distract me, but I whimpered and refused him, never stopped biting my lip. He kissed me anyways, on my nose and my eyelids, my forehead and my cheeks. He kissed me until he was all the way inside me, settled deep and fully, and then he stopped and watched me.

“Will you go out?” I asked. “Just once. Out and in. Slow. I answered your question. Please?”

“Yes,” he said.

Out. What was out? I didn’t even know, but it was wonderful. Asher pulled out of me with a slowness I didn’t think any other man could possibly possess. So very very slow, the shaft of his cock dragging against my inner walls, teasing and tantalizing me in wonderful ways. The head of his cock flared as he flexed it, pounding inside my pussy like a steady heartbeat. I felt every minuscule piece of his sexual flesh inching out of me.

Then back in. I quivered beneath him, resisting against my natural inclination to grind my hips up and against him. Instead, I squirmed. I squirmed because it felt nice and fun, and I squirmed because Asher enjoyed watching it. I loved the idea of him finding me sexier from something as small and inconsequential as that.

“Very good,” he said when he was fully back inside of me. It wasn’t nearly enough, but I felt satisfied for the moment.

“Are you going to ask me another question?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, but then he kissed me. I kissed him back, relishing the touch of his lips, reveling in the feeling of fullness brought about by his cock.

And then someone knocked on the door.

“I’ll be right back,” Asher said.

“No no no no,” I begged. “Don’t, don’t.”

But he did. He left me as easily as that, leaving me laying on the bed, naked and bound. Asher stepped over to the bathroom and grabbed a bathrobe from a hook hanging on the wall, then draped it over his nude form. He tied the cloth belt loose around his waist and fixed himself so that his erection wasn’t too obvious.

“It’s just room service,” he said. “I’ll only be a moment.”

I wanted to scream at him, and possibly yell at the man at the door to go away and leave us alone, but I was still naked in the bed and if I made too much of a fuss I thought the room service man might get nervous and poke his head in a little too far and see me. I didn’t want him to see me, I wanted Asher to see me. And Asher didn’t want to see me, he wanted to answer the door for whatever room service he’d ordered.

I listened from the bedroom, but I couldn’t hear much. Some exchange of words, a hasty thank you, and then the door closed and Asher wheeled in a cart of some sort. On top of the cart was a platter, and on the platter was an assortment of fruits, with a fondue bowl in a wire holder in the center, and a lit tealight candle beneath the bowl. Asher pushed the cart to the side of the bed, untied his robe and shrugged it off, then hopped back between my legs.

“In,” I said. “Please?”

As if this were nothing, not even batting an eye, Asher positioned his hard erection towards my slick folds and pushed inside of me. Not slow this time, but steady, moving back where he belonged.

“Mmmmhh,” I uttered.

“Tell me if this is too hot,” Asher said.