And oh god, it was incredible. Greer pulled the pillow out from under her head and bit down on a corner, because his mouth-oh god, oh god, oh god-was everywhere. He was licking every inch of her, and just when she thought he was slowing down, he'd stroke his tongue over her clit, making her entire body jerk in response.
Tension began to build in her body, and she moaned as he dragged his tongue over her clit again in the most deliciously frustrating movement ever.
His head jerked up. "Was that a moan?"
She shot him the finger, still biting down on the edge of the pillow.
Asher gave her a delighted look, utterly pleased with himself. "Clearly I must be doing something right to squeeze that out of my lovely but silent Greer. I'll just have to redouble my efforts."
Oh god, she was going to die of pleasure overload, she thought as she watched him lean in again, and then his mouth disappeared between her legs. She felt his tongue flick over her clit again, and couldn't resist a second moan when she realized he was watching her as he licked her, as his tongue moved over her clit.
Her hips bucked when he pressed his tongue hard against her clit and then began to slowly stroke. This time he wasn't leaving her clit and letting his tongue dance away to torment other parts of her. His attention had moved there full time, and he licked and sucked at the already-sensitive bud, constantly teasing it. She felt a finger push against her core, and then he was stroking one thick digit inside her, even as his mouth clasped over her clit again and he sucked.
Another one of those hateful groans escaped her, and she bit down harder on the pillow, her breath moving in and out of her nose, making her sound like a bull about to charge. She didn't care. His mouth was the only thing that mattered anymore, and when he dragged the tip of his tongue in a circle around her clit, and then thrust into her again with his finger? God. When he added a second finger and started pumping into her harder? Pleasure built in her body like a tidal wave, until every brush of his tongue on her flesh was scorching her and sending endless shockwaves through her body. She barely realized she was undulating in time with his finger thrusts, or that one of her hands had gone to his head and was clinging to his hair, holding him in place as he tongued her.
Her legs knew she was about to come before she did. They tightened over his shoulders and suddenly her entire body felt as if it were stiffening. Her groans turned into whimpers, and then she tried to push his head away because it was too much, and she was going to shatter and explode and oh god, he wasn't moving his head away but tonguing her with even more enthusiasm, his fingers pumping into her even faster-
And then she came, biting down on the edge of the pillow, a muffled scream rising in her throat. Her entire body clenched and she felt her pussy spasm around his fingers even as he thrust into her. He was murmuring something against her flesh, something about how sexy she was, and how her taste was amazing, and how wet she was and to keep coming for him, but it was all lost behind the dull roar of the blood rushing through her body as the most intense orgasm of her life seared through her. And then seared through her again. And again. Because with each ripple of orgasm, he wasn't stopping but pushing her harder, making her come even more until her entire body felt wrung out and her head was pounding and still he licked her. Her legs jerked with every rasp of his tongue over her sensitive clit, and still he didn't lift his head.
She unclenched her teeth from the corner of the pillow. "Asher," she breathed out, his name turning into a little whimpery gasp when he kept licking her. "Asher, stop, please. I can't take any more. I'm going to die if you make me keep coming."
His chuckle was pure male satisfaction. That was fine, let him be satisfied with himself. Job well-done. She certainly had no complaints. Her entire body felt like a nice, quivery puddle of well-licked goo. Her eyes closed and she ran her hands down her body as he set her thighs down and moved back up on the bed next to her. When she opened her eyes, his face was inches from hers, his lips reddened from his efforts.
"Want to taste yourself on me, sexy?" His face was flushed and sweaty, but his eyes were bright and she could feel the jut of his cock against her side, as insistent as ever. And she wanted to please him, especially after the effort he'd gone through to shatter her entire world-twice now.
So she lifted her mouth for a kiss, and when his tongue swept into her mouth and his hand caressed her face, holding her against him, Greer lost herself in the kiss. He tasted like Asher and . . . well, that musky taste had to be her own. A blush scalded through her, though she didn't know why.
He nipped at her lower lip and then began to press small, attentive kisses to her face. "I'm the luckiest man alive right now, Greer."
"Mmm." She was the most boneless woman alive.
He lifted one of her arms and placed her hand against the back of his neck, indicating that he wanted her to hold on to him. She did, and he stroked his hand down her arm, caressing her skin, and then moving lower to tease her breast. Her nipples responded instantly, and to her surprise, another hot, dark surge of pleasure moved through her tired body.
"My Greer," Asher murmured, and then his big body settled on top of her. He pressed another light kiss to her mouth, and then his hand slid to her thigh, pulling her legs apart so he could settle in between them. A moment later, she felt the hard press of his cock against her pussy.
His mouth claimed hers in another deep, intense kiss even as he pushed into her.
Greer gasped against his lips, startled. It didn't hurt, but she'd been unprepared for the intense feeling of fullness, of stretching. Of possession. Of being completely owned by him.
"Did I hurt you?" His tongue flicked against her upper lip, as if coaxing her.
"I'm fine," she breathed.
"Then can I move?" He nudged his hips and she felt him press deeper into her, and she realized that he wasn't quite in all the way yet. At her nod, he moved his hips against her again, and the feeling of pressure and fullness continued to grow until she felt as if she were being impaled by something much larger than the cock she'd handled earlier.
But then he paused and began to kiss her again, pressing his lips over her face, her neck, and her ear over and over again. After a few moments, the tight feeling went away, but the sensation of being owned?
She felt that more than ever.
He pushed into her again, a small stab, and she made a soft noise in her throat. The sensation of him thrusting into her was like that night in the gardens, except . . . not. This time, there was no invasive feeling, no uncomfortable rasp of dry flesh shoving into hers. She was wet and slick and when he stroked into her again, it felt good deep inside her belly. He began to pump slowly into her, his movements careful and his gaze on her face, watching for her reactions.
And she? Well, she wasn't quite sure what to do. So she ran her hands over his biceps and tried not to blush as he stared down at her with that intense, possessive look on his face as he stroked his cock into her. "Should I be doing more?" She asked after a moment.
His laugh was harsh, brief, as if he were about to lose his breath. "I think if you did any more, I'd bust my nut too early." He buried his face against her neck, and when his tongue brushed against her skin, that ripple of pleasure returned to her body, and when he thrust once more, it seemed to ripple even deeper inside her. Oh. She wanted more of that. Her arms tightened around him and she gingerly lifted one hip, trying to meet his next thrust, to increase the friction between them.
"That's right, sweetheart," he gritted. His hand went to her hip, and then he was holding her against him, at the angle he wanted. When he thrust into her again, it was harder than before, but it also hit her body in different spots. Again, that elusive ripple of pleasure returned to her belly. "Fuck, you are hot, Greer. I want you to come with me."
She nodded, but when he started to thrust harder, that ripple didn't return. Was she doing something wrong? Her brows creased with worry, and she held tighter to him as he pounded into her. It felt good, but it wasn't the intense explosion like before when he'd slipped his fingers through her wet folds. It was more elusive, and she'd be damned if she knew how to find it. "I don't think I'm going to be able to," she told him, smoothing her hands over his shoulders. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out on his gorgeous body, and she couldn't stop touching him. She wanted his weight bearing her down, covering her. She wanted to run her tongue all over him and watch him lose control. But that could wait for another day. "Don't worry about me," she whispered. "I already came twice."