I didn't have the same confidence with Charis, though. There was no reason to assume she'd choose me over someone, say, closer to her in age.
As much as she acted like she didn't care what people thought, she did care when people were bothered by our piddly little insignificant age difference.
Yeah. I was insecure and I didn't like it at all.
THE MOMENT SHE STEPPED inside my house, my cock went from hard to painfully hard. You got her, yep, that's the one, it said. Quick, take her before she changes her mind about us. I debated stripping her of all her clothes right there where she stood in my foyer.
"Something's different. Did you paint? Oh," as I backed her against the wall.
"I am so fucking on fire for you, Sloane. Kiss me."
Our mouths met and I slid her up the wall, and that corduroy fabric did nothing to block out how warm she felt as I pressed against her crotch with my knee. But then I needed to touch her so I lowered her again. I slid my hand down her pants and hooked her panties to the side.
My fingers encountered moisture and welcome.
That made me very, very happy.
"Dinner," she gasped. "Feed me."
"You're gonna come for me first," I said, rubbing the slick, erect clit she was harboring. "I need all the yelling as an appetizer. Makes me hungry for the main course."
She squirmed and moaned, and the contrast between Articulate Charis and Aroused Charis was so sexy and adorable I nearly shot my load.
Not again. I told myself to keep it in line as I eased one finger inside her and busied myself pleasurably.
"Asher. Asher. Asher!"
"What a sweet little clit," I teased. "So hard and wet all the time. How long has it been wet for me, Char? All day? Or longer? What does a really long time mean? Since the day Aura and I broke up has it been wet to fuck me, maybe? Maybe as far back as Christmas? Did you miss me at Christmas this year and maybe get wet thinking about me?"
"Oh, God. So long."
And with her wailing confession, my hand was no longer enough for me. I dropped down to my knees, then tugged down her pants, an easy task as they fell from her hips as soon as I popped the top button of the fly. "Charis's poor little hungry wet clit needs a kiss. I'll have to take care of that for you, mi amiga."
With her pants and panties scrunched up around her knees and her pussy exposed at my eye level, she looked like a naughty fantasy. Abruptly my cock informed me I was a fool to think it could last through the long tonguing I wanted to give her.
"Let me see it," I rasped, my thumbs stroking the muscles above her knees. "Hurry. I'm drooling here, Sloane."
After a hesitation, giving a tiny whimper, she moved her legs apart. I saw the sheen of wetness on her inner thighs and bit my lower lip.
"Use your fingers to show me."
"Oh, shit."
I slanted my eyes at her agonized features. "Not going self-conscious on me now, are you, Sloane?"
"This is crazy."
Hands clasping her legs, I pressed a kiss above her mound and another on the front of her thigh, on her taut quadriceps. Her scent lured me. I growled and licked my way up, cleaning wherever my tongue could reach that enticing trail of arousal.
Char responded eagerly. Soon her breaths came quickly and her legs trembled.
I sat back. "You want a clit kiss, you'll spread yourself for me, girl. Wide open."
"Eee, don't say that!"
I pretended innocence. "Don't you want it? But that's what friends are for. I'm just being your buddy here. Haven't you ever thought it would be nice for your good buddy Ash to kiss you here when you have one of your itty bitty girl stiffies?"
Long, fascinating hesitation.
Then a squeal of defeat.
"Okaybutyoubetternotbemakingfunofme."
I stared in awe as her elegant fingers parted her flesh. My cock and my brain, both, went wild at the sight.
"Lustons," I breathed.
"Wh-what?"
"Lustons. You, Charis Sloane, are made of lustons. Microparticles of pure lust. Holy fuck, look at that pussy."
In opening herself up to me, it was like she'd let me in on a huge secret. She was just as I remembered, even better, dark, plump and badly swollen.
It was a pussy that needed fucking, and I was going to fuck it tonight.
"You're so beautiful. Your pussy is killer. I want it." My hands tightened around her legs. I inhaled deeply, then kissed her right where her cleft began, probing with the tip of my tongue.
"Asher."
I paused, aware of what that thin, strangled thread in her voice meant. Charis was even more worked up than I was. With barely any touching, just a little dirty talk, she was on the verge of orgasm.
On top of that, I'd told her she was beautiful and she didn't burst into tears.
My life at present was very good, very right.
I let her feel my breath. "Here you go, sweetness. One clit kiss, as requested, delivered to you."
I pursed up and smashed my mouth hard over her clit, sucking and drawing with my tongue while I thrust two fingers directly up her pussy.
Not slowly. Swiftly.
The thing about giving orgasms to ladies? I generally get off on slow build-up, but every so often I like to beam them directly to the land of O. Aura used to ask me how I did it, and Karl and Doug had never even heard of it. (Never asked Joel. Maybe I should. If any of my buddies knows about it, he would.)
Truth is, I'm not sure, myself. But I knew one thing-it's more a matter of sensing when a woman is ready than anything else.
Charis was ready. Within seconds of my suckling her clit and revving her G-spot, my girl went from zero to a hundred. She did what I'd imagined her doing all day as I'd nuked my house-screamed and sobbed and ground herself into my face.
I was left in no doubt that I'd just made her day.
By now you know you can trust me to go overboard with a little encouragement. When the climax kept on taking her, I kept it keeping on. Interspersing it with more dirty talk.
I kept my face in her pussy for it had to be twenty minutes, first while she stood, then while she writhed on the (clean now) parquetry floor. Rewarding her for being so goddamn sexy with her orgasms. And rewarding myself. Because damn, this woman tasted utterly, perfectly right.
CHAPTER 22
Three Years Ago-Geek Initiation
Charis: Has anyone ever made fun of you?
Asher: Sure. Everyone used to rag on me. I was the too tall, skinny geek holding the Xbox. The only thing I didn't have was the acne.
Charis: Was that here or before your family moved?
Asher: Mostly back in Detroit, but here, too, some.
Charis: Well? Go on. Did it bother you?
Asher: Hey, you little fry snitch! That's fourteen!
Charis: Too late. So did it? Bother you?
Asher: Sometimes, I guess, but my sibs always had my back.
Charis: When they weren't the ones making fun of you.
Asher: Got that right.
Charis: So what made it stop?
Asher: Got my shit together, got cut. Take a look at these muscles, Sloane. This is diamond class. Some serious business right here.
Charis: Don't forget your studly ass.
Asher: I never forget my ass. Hey! Ease up, you gotta pay to play.
Charis: I'm not paying to smack you upside the head, you goofy dork! It's my right and privilege as your friend!
Asher: So what's the deal? Were you a victim of bullies?
Charis: Not exactly. It was more like people ridiculed me for engaging my brain.
Asher: Explain.
Charis: Well, there was this time I was really curious about Half & Half.
Asher: Half & Half.
Charis: Yeah. It's a homogenized mixture of half milk, half cream, right?
Asher: Uh, yeah.
Charis: But here's the thing. Half in volume? Or half in weight? What did it all mean? Nobody knew. The answer was a mystery.
Asher: Ah.
Charis: You see? It should have been transparent, freely available and out there on the interwebs, but it remained a strangely closeted secret. Like a conspiracy. Stuff like that drives me crazy. So I tried to ask around, but nobody could tell me the answer. It was all rumors and speculation. I tried to calculate it from information on the package but you know me and math.
Asher: You should have asked me.
Charis: This was before I knew you. So then I posted the question to this discussion forum and they were all like, get a life.
Asher: Sloane.
Charis: Yeah?
Asher: Get a life.
Asher
CHARIS NIBBLED HER LIP. "I'M not the best cook in the world."
I rolled my eyes and lifted the colander of rinsed black-eyed peas over the large pot. "And that's news how?"
"I've never actually cooked fried chicken. Or beans except out of a can."
"These are peas, not beans."
"Then why did they come dried and why aren't they green?" She danced out of the way of my tickling hand. "I'm just saying, all I know how to do with chicken is eat it. I excel at the eating part. Not so much the cooking part."