Until Series(89)

We pull into our driveway fifteen minutes later, and before Asher can even get his door open, I’m in the house, running across the living room and pulling my dress over my head. Then I dive into the pool in my bra and panties. I surface and watch as Asher takes off his shoes then jeans. He’s going kind of slow so I decide to hurry him along. I unclasp my bra and toss it in his direction. He jumps into the pool with his boxers still on.

When he surfaces, he’s right in front on me, pulling me under my arms. “If we’re skinny dipping, these are kind of in the way,” he says, running his hands down my waist to the top of my lacy booty panties.

“Hmm.” I smile.

Then his hands fist the sides, ripping them off and tossing them out of the pool. “That’s better.” His mouth meets mine and his hand goes between my legs and his fingers hit the perfect spot. My legs wrap around his hips, my arms around his neck, and my head falls back from the stimulation of his fingers. His lips run along my neck, licking and biting their way down to the tops of my breast. He stops and his hand fists my hair, pulling my mouth back to him.

“You have too many clothes on,” I tell him, trying to shove down his boxers. I finally get them off him, wrapping my fist around him and stroking. I bite my lip when two fingers fill me.

“Yes.” I moan. My head falls forward into his shoulder then I’m out of the pool, sitting on the edge. His hands are at my inner thighs, spreading my legs wide then his mouth is attacking me. “Oh my God,” I whisper, holding his head to me. Right when I know I’m going to come, he stops and pulls me back into the water, impaling me on him. “Asher!” I scream in shock. I feel myself convulse around him.

“I love your pussy, baby,” he says against my ear. I whimper as he uses his hands on my ass to slam me down onto him. My hands pull his mouth to mine. The kiss is so hungry that when I feel his teeth bite into my lower lip, I lose it.

“I’m going to come,” I say against his mouth, and just as I feel myself starting to fall apart, he lifts me off him and turns me around so I have to grab onto the side of the pool. He slams into me from behind, holding onto my hips using the weightlessness of the water to lift me effortlessly. His hands slide from my waist to my chest, and his fingers roll and pinch my nipples. His mouth travels from the back of my neck up to my ear.

“You’re gonna make me come, baby. Your tight, wet pussy is squeezing me and going to make me come. And when I come, I want you to come with me, so I need you to touch yourself for me.”

I nod my head. I don’t have the strength to say anything. When my fingers roll over my clit, my head falls back on his shoulder, my mouth finds his, and then I explode. My body is tingling from head to toe. My fingers dig into the wall at the edge of the pool. My orgasm is so huge that I see stars and can’t breathe. I hear Asher groan behind me and I know that he followed me with his own orgasm. “I don’t know how, but I swear your pussy gets sweeter every time I fuck you,” he says in a husky whisper right next to my ear.

We’re out of the pool lying on one of our loungers. I’m sprawled out on top of Asher and his hand is running up and down my back.

“I want another baby,” Asher says softly to the top of my head. His hands slowly move up and down.

“Already?” I ask, not that I’m surprised. He loves our daughter and is amazing with her, but she’s only two months old and I want to enjoy her for a little while longer.

“I want our kids to be close like me and my brothers. And I also miss you being pregnant.”

“You miss me complaining about everything, late night store runs, foot massages and my weight gain?” I ask.

“I never complained, and you already know how I felt about your belly. Something about you waddling around with my baby inside you was fucking sexy.”

“You’re a strange one, Asher James.”

“So, what do you say?”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says, pulling me up his body. “You’re going to give me another baby?”

“Yes, I’m going to give you another baby.”

“Well, then,” he smiles, giving me the dimple, “let’s get started,” he says against my mouth.

And we did get started. It took a few tries, but two months later, I found out I was pregnant. A few months after that, we found out we were having another girl. Five girls later, Asher gave up on his dream of a boy.



Seventeen years later

“You listen to me, young lady,” I hear Asher say. “You are not going on a date. You’re only sixteen.”

“Daddy,” I hear our daughter cry, and I know that she’s giving him the puppy-dog eyes. Each of our five girls perfected the puppy-dog eyes by the time they were old enough to talk.