Page 139 of Chasing Your Ghost

“I’m sure.”

“I love you,” he told her again, still holding himself in place.

“I love you too,” she replied, and then he was easing himself inside her.

Pain mixed with pleasure, but Asher moved slowly enough that it never became unbearable. His forehead rested against hers once he was finally seated inside her, his uneven breaths dancing over her lips.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Just don’t move for a little bit,” she asked with a wince.

Asher nodded, lowering his mouth to hers and distracting her with gentle brushes of his lips over hers. Finally, pleasure began to override the pain, and Riley encouraged him to move, her feet digging into his back. Asher slowly drew out and inched back into her. This time Riley was biting her lip to smother a moan rather than a hiss of pain.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmured against her neck, his lips following the words with a kiss.

Riley’s fingers dug into his shoulders, his words and the feel of his tongue on her skin making her clench tighter around him. He groaned, and his next stroke was a bit faster, a bit harder. She didn’t mind that at all, and when he moved his hips forward again, she moved with him, meeting his thrust in a way that had them both breathing out sharply.

Asher lifted his head and met her gaze, his green eyes locking with hers and refusing to let go. The moment lasted only for a second, but it seemed to stretch into an eternity, bursting with silent sweet nothings and overflowing with promises made but not spoken. Then he was slamming his mouth down onto hers and drawing back only to push forward again.

And again. And again.

Riley was overwhelmed by the sensation of his lips and tongue and the feel of him sinking into her too many times to count. It was too much, but also not enough. She was building up, the peak just out of reach, but she needed more. And Asher gave her exactly what she wanted.

His hand reached between them, his fingers finding that bundle of nerves that was still sensitive from his mouth. His movements had become wilder, and his fingers showed that same loss of control. There were no slow and teasing circles. Only desperate strokes that built her up faster than Riley would have thought possible. The combination of his fingers and his increasingly-frantic thrusts sent her hurtling over the edge.

Waves of pleasure rushed through every nerve in her body, the intensity of it making Riley’s vision turn white. Nothing had ever felt so good. She let out a choked sound that was part scream, part moan, and part gasp, and Asher reacted to it by losing the last of his control.

His fingers dug into her hips, and he pounded into her, his final strokes disjointed and ragged. He pressed his lips against hers as he groaned out his release, and Riley swallowed the sound, drinking it up and savoring the rough timbre of it.

His body pressed further into her, his arms no longer able to keep his upper body completely lifted, but only after the crease between his brows had smoothed did Riley stop kissing him. She brushed her lips over his one final time, their panted breaths mingling in the sliver of space between them and their locked gazes heating the already blazing air around them.

It was everything her romance books had promised it to be, and Riley couldn’t imagine how much better it could become once they’d learned each other’s bodies as well as they knew their own. It was already phenomenal, but with practice, it could be mind-shatteringly fantastic.

She couldn’t wait to start their next lesson, to educate herself in the intricacies of Asher’s body and what made him tick, and to help Asher map out the places that, with only the lightest touch, would make her writhe beneath him. Though he didn’t seem to need much help in that area.

“If I didn’t say it before, I love you,” he managed to get out between gasped breaths.

She grinned. “That’s just the sex talking.”

“No,” he panted out. “It’s the truth. With or without the endorphins.”

Riley’s smile grew. “Well, feel-good post-sex hormones or not, I love you too.”

That lopsided smile of his made its appearance. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” she obliged in a soft whisper.

“Now say, ‘Asher is amazing in bed’.”

Riley laughed but did as asked because it was very much true. “Now you say the same,” she ordered.

“Alright.” He shrugged, one of his hands lifting to tuck a strand of her disheveled hair behind her ear. “Asher is amazing in bed.”

Riley’s lips flattened into a thin line. “Hilarious.”

He chuckled. “Fine. How about this? Riley is unbelievably spectacular in bed.”

She narrowed her eyes playfully. “Is that the truth, or are you just buttering me up?”

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