For a long time, he just gazed down at her, and the longer it went on, the more utterly aware of him Greer was. Her nipples prickled, aching and hard. Her skin felt intensely sensitive, even though he wasn't touching her, and she felt her pulse surging, seemingly centered right between her legs, as if she could still feel the orgasm from earlier. He reached out and gently brushed locks of her hair outward from her face, spreading them like a halo around her head.
"You're incredibly beautiful, do you know that?"
Her traitorous heart thumped. If this was just him practicing his seduction, she didn't want to get too flattered. "I'm pretty sure every man tells a naked woman in his bed that she's beautiful."
"No, he doesn't," Asher said bluntly. "Just take the damn compliment, all right?"
"All right."
His hand went from her hair and smoothed down her shoulder. He leaned in and kissed her skin, his lips moving over her in a tender way that gave her goose bumps. He gave her shoulder a second kiss, even as his hand skimmed lower and then brushed over one of her nipples.
Greer sucked in a breath. Just that small caress had sent a riot of pleasure through her body.
"I love your reactions," he murmured, brushing his lips over her shoulder again. "Love the way that just the changes in your breathing tell me everything I need to know. Like when you start breathing faster, it tells me you want more." His hand cupped her breast, his skin scorchingly hot against hers. "The gasp tells me that you're surprised at how much you just felt, and that tells me you're particularly sensitive right there." His thumb rubbed on the underside of her nipple, and liquid heat surged through her body again, even as she arched into his touch. Oh god, that felt amazing. Such a small touch, but it felt ten times more intense when he did it than when she'd done it to herself.
"And when I scream your name, as you think I'm going to?"
He idly circled one of her nipples with his fingertips, teasing her with small, maddening circles. "That tells me I've done my job right. I won't accept anything less, you know. I have a lot to make up for."
"Hence the foreplay practice." Oh god, he was lightly tugging at her nipples, making them stand taller. Surely that shouldn't have felt as good as it did. Surely he'd put his mouth on her soon, and lick and nibble at all the places he was touching? Please, she silently begged.
"I'm going to be honest," Asher said, pressing another kiss to her shoulder before starting to slide down the bed, kissing his way ever so slowly toward her aching breasts. "Even if I didn't need practice, I'd still want to touch you. Still want to make you scream with pleasure."
And her traitor heart fluttered all over again.
She watched, holding her breath, as Asher got up on his elbows and continued to kiss further down her body, careful not to lean his weight on her. Greer's hands went to the pillow behind her head and she dug her fingers into the pillowcase as he moved to her breasts, his mouth hovering over one taut peak.
Please. Please.
Slowly, achingly slowly, his lips parted and she watched as he leaned in and gently took the tip into his mouth. A hint of teeth, a flick of tongue, and Greer whimpered. She watched, utterly fascinated and aroused as he rubbed his lips over one nipple, teasing it before sucking on the tip. He'd lavish attention on one breast, toying with the tip, caressing the globe of her breast and then nipping her before tonguing the sensitive skin. Then he'd move to the other breast and repeat the action, until her entire body was pulsing with need and her breath was coming in short, sharp little pants of arousal. She couldn't help herself, any more than she could look away from his mouth moving over her skin.
Asher looked up, eyes sultry, his mouth wet from the attention he'd been lavishing on her breasts. "I bet your pussy's wet for me again, isn't it?"
She sucked in a breath, her mouth working silently. The yes on her lips died in silence. She didn't even have to say it. He knew. The possessive way he grinned at her, then slowly dragged his tongue over one aching nipple? Oh, the terrible man knew how aroused she was. She was so wet she could feel it just by pressing her thighs together.
"Quiet?" he teased.
There was too much going on. She couldn't coherently speak. Not without saying too much. She just bit her lip and gave him a challenging stare.
"Guess I'll just have to find out for myself, won't I?" And Asher began to kiss lower down her belly.
Her breathing sped up at that. Oh god, he was going to go down on her? She'd already orgasmed once and was primed and ready for the next one. She'd . . . well, she'd kind of thought that they'd just go straight to the sex now. She was fine with that, truly she was. Her body ached to be filled in places that she'd never even ached before. She felt empty and wanted his body covering her. She wanted him pressing into her, and she wanted to see if she could have an orgasm from that.
But the wicked, wicked man just flicked his tongue over her belly button and kept going south.
"Wait," she blurted.
Asher lifted his head, brows furrowing. "What is it?"
"What are you doing?"
He tilted his head, giving her an odd look. "Well, I thought it was pretty obvious, but, okay. Right now I'm kissing your belly and I'm going to move lower and kiss your pussy until I have you screaming."
"Ah, maybe we should, just . . . you know."
His eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Get on with it?"
"Get on with it?" He sat back on his haunches, and his hands went to his hips. His cock thrust proudly from his lap and she wanted to stare at it-or, you know, touch it-but the look he was giving her was pure frustration. "Greer Chadha-Janssen, do you or do you not have an aversion to oral sex?"
"No aversion? I've never had it, so I can't imagine that . . ." Her voice trailed off. "No aversion," she said quickly.
"Do you or do you not like the thought of my tongue on that sweet pussy of yours? Or me licking that tasty little clit until you scream?"
She bit her lip. Her entire body was already quivering with need. She felt like she was going to come apart at the seams as it was. If he tongued her like he was saying . . . "It's too much," she whispered.
His angry expression softened. "Too much what, sweetheart?" His hand idly stroked her thigh, as if trying to comfort her.
For some reason, that made her relax a little more. "I just . . . everything's so intense."
The smile returned to his mouth. "Do you trust me, Greer?"
"I shouldn't."
His smile turned rueful. "You shouldn't after our previous experience, but that wasn't the question. Do you trust me?" He enunciated the last sentence, each word punctuated by a tiny thump of his finger against her thigh. "In bed, right now. Do you trust me to give you another orgasm?"
She felt breathless at the thought. "Exactly how many was the game plan tonight?"
He chuckled. "As many as I can give you before I lose my own control." His hand went to his lap and he stroked his cock idly, and her mouth went dry at the sight of that. How did this feel for him, lavishing all this attention on her body without getting a single thing in return . . . yet? "I just don't want you to waste your time if you don't have to-"
His eyebrows went high. "Did you just call oral sex a waste of my time?"
"I just meant that I'm already-"
Asher leaned forward and his hands went to her thighs before she could even say the words. "I promised you foreplay and orgasms, and you're going to get them, damn it. Waste of time, indeed," he muttered.
And with one swift motion, he pushed her neatly clasped thighs apart.
Oh, she was wet. She could feel it the moment her legs came apart and the cool air brushed the tops of her thighs. She was soaked, actually, to an embarrassing degree. She'd never been so aroused. And it was clear he knew she was wet, because he groaned at the sight of her spread thighs and his lips curved in that mouthwatering little grin of his. "If you'll excuse me, sweetheart, I'm about to dive in and waste my time for a bit."
"Asher-"
He leaned in, and then his mouth was on her flesh.
A sharp squeak erupted from her throat and then she fisted her hands in the pillow behind her head again. Oh god. Oh god. He wasn't going slow like he had with her breasts. He'd delicately made love to those.
He was devouring her pussy.
His tongue stroked over her folds, brushing over her clit and sending shock waves through her body. She heard his groan of pleasure, and then felt him part her folds. "You are so fucking sweet, Greer. So delicious. I can tell right now I'm gonna be down here for hours, sweetheart."
She whimpered. Her breasts ached, her nipples tight, but it was nothing compared to the sensations crashing through her from his mouth on her sex. He pushed one thigh up until her leg was bent, and then moved it over his shoulder. The other one quickly followed suit, and then, dear lord, she was straddling him as he buried his face between her legs and tongued her for all he was worth.