Page 39 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

Esme shook her head. “I want it…I want you.” Her voice was so soft and arousing. “I'm ready to learn. Can you teach me?”

He smiled, “Yes, my lady. Gladly.”

Esme sighed pleasurably as he bent over to kiss the nape of her neck down to her cleavage.

He raised his eyes and caught hers as she was struggling with her breath in anticipation ofhis next move. He turned her over with a gentle pull, and she lay on her stomach while he took some time to slowly unzip her dress. He piled her hair to the side of her neck, and he showered kisses on her back, trailing the line of her spine.

He massaged her neck and her shoulders as she moaned, gradually relaxing her muscles at his touch.

Her body trembled as she felt his hand traveling up her thigh through the flare of her gown. A moan escaped her lips when his finger settled on her underpants. The sensation sprinted to her brain.

He slowly rubbed his finger over the underpants, feeling the wetness beneath. Simultaneously, he continued to kiss the back of her neck. She could feel his teeth on her skin, but it was a sweet sensation. No pain, just pleasure.

She bit on the quilt as the ecstasy from his finger jolted her brain. He turned her around, and they stared at each other.

“Try to relax, Esme. I'll be gentle,” he promised.

She nodded, and he slowly pulled down the part of the gown that covered her chest, and her perky breasts came into view.

His eyes widened as he fondled them deliciously, feeling their softness beneath his palms.

“Beautiful,” he admired the sight before him.

She blushed.

Seconds later, she felt his tongue on one of her nipples, and her body quaked at the sensation. She loved what his tongue was doing, and before she could comprehend what the feeling was doing to her mind, she felt her entire breast slipping into his mouth. She moaned.

He sucked on the breast, skillfully grazing his teeth over her nipples. As he had one in his mouth, his hand fondled on the other.

Asher left her breast and planted another kiss on her lips. He moved in such a way that it was so easy for her to follow.

“I'd like to taste you now,” he said to her.

“Taste me?” She looked puzzled. “I don't understand.”

He smiled, “Let me show you.”

Anxiously, she replied with a breaking voice, “Okay.”

He slipped both hands under her gown and gently parted her legs.

She watched him go down between her thighs and glance at her face before sticking his head under the gown.

She had thought that his tongue had performed magic on her nipples, but little did she know that that tongue could do more than suck her breasts.

She had never felt that way before; her eyes were turning white, rolling back into their sockets in sheer pleasure.

She felt as he shifted her panties and pulled up the hood of her clit. His tongue glided through her entrance, sending massive waves of shock across her entire nervous system.

Esme was slowly shivering at the feeling traveling through her veins. Her legs were shuddering as she tightly squeezed over the quilt, moaning softly.

She arched her waist, grinding reflexively in response to his touch.

“W…what are you doing to me?” she asked amidst moans.

She was writhing in ecstasy, almost on the verge of screaming out loud. Her hand reached her mouth as she struggled to contain her scream. It was too good, and he wouldn't stop; she didn't want him to anyway.

“You're killing me, Asher.” She continued to tighten her grip over the quilt.

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