Page 103 of Penalized Love

"Open your eyes, sunshine," Asher commands softly. "I want you to watch me."

I obey, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes makes me shiver, but I don’t close my eyes. I’m too entranced now by the scene in front of me. Asher lowers his head and his tongue darts out, tasting the sweetness on my collarbone.

"Delicious," he murmurs against my skin, the vibration of his voice sending tremors through my body.

I fight to keep my eyes open as he slowly works his way down my body. Each lick and nibble stokes the fire within me. My hands clench the comforter under my fingertips; every sensation leaving me more desperate for something to hold onto.

His lips move lower, and I arch my back involuntarily. The room feels impossibly hot now, contrasting against the coolness of the cream on my skin. Asher's mouth has made its way to my stomach, and I shudder because I know where he’s going next.

He looks up at me and says, "Patience, baby. We're just getting started."

I swear, before he even finishes his sentence, he’s pressing the nozzle, squirting cream along my hip bone. His tongue soon follows, and I’m struggling to keep up with all of the sensations coursing through my body. When he moves down toward my pussy, I freeze. The feel of his stubble on my inner thighs is almost too much to bear.

"Please," I let out. The word falls out almost involuntarily.

Asher looks up at me with a wicked grin. "Please what, sunshine?"

I bite my lip, torn between desire and embarrassment. Do I really want to say what I want him to do with me out loud? But the hunger in his gaze makes me feel as if I can take over the world. "Please taste me. Eat me, fuck me. I don’t care; I just need more of you."

“Those are the sweetest words you’ve ever said to me.”

Without breaking eye contact, he lowers his head and drags his tongue along my folds. The sensation is electric. I cry out, and before I know it, my hands are in Asher’s hair, anchoring him to me. He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls me closer. That gives him more of an opportunity to devour me, and I’m not complaining.

Waves of pleasure crash over me as he works me with his mouth. The room fills with the sounds of my breathless moans and gasps. I hear a few groans from him too, as if what he’s doing to me is bringing him just as much pleasure. My hips begin to move all on their own, grinding against his face as he continues his relentless assault on my senses.

The tension within my body grows, and I'm dancing on the edge. I’m so close to falling apart completely. Asher must sense it because he doubles down, focusing his attention on my clit with quick, firm strokes of his tongue.

"Oh, fucking fuck. Asher," I moan, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "I'm so close."

He hums against me in response, and the vibrations send shockwaves through my entire body. My back arches off the bed as the first waves of my orgasm hit. Asher doesn't let up, making sure to work me through every tremor and the aftershocks.

Holy. Hell.

When he finally pulls away, his chin is glistening. My eyes finally shut as I try to recover. I can feel him crawl back up my body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

"You taste so good, sunshine," he murmurs against my neck, his breath dancing along my skin. His voice is rough with desire, and it does something to me. Something I can’t quite describe.

I reach for him, running my hands down his muscled back. "Now it’s my turn, hot-shot.”

With his help, I flip us over and position myself so I’m straddling his hips. His eyes darken as he takes me in, using theopportunity to put his hands on my thighs. I reach over and grab the can of whipped cream. Asher's eyes follow my every move, and I notice that his chest begins rising and falling rapidly.

I trace a creamy line down his chest, all the way to his cock. I lean over and use my tongue to lick up every last bit of the treat before me. Asher's breathing grows more rapid as I work my way lower. I love the feel of his muscles tensing under my touch. When I reach his cock, I stop to watch him, looking up at him from where I am. His eyes meet mine as his hips twitch, obviously wanting more contact.

"Isla," he groans.

I put him out of his misery when I lick his dick. Asher's head falls back against the pillow as a strangled moan escapes his lips. I can tell it’s taking everything for him to maintain control and it’s only a matter of time before he’ll snap.

Encouraged, I take him into my mouth, and a rush of air leaves his body. His hands find their way into my hair as I set a steady rhythm. I decide to alternate between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks of my tongue.

"Fuck, Isla," he pants.

His words urge me to do more, so I double my efforts, taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. A couple of minutes later, he’s finally able to form more words.

"If you keep that up, I'm not going to last."

When I need to take a quick breath, I move my mouth and his cock falls past my lips with a wet pop. "That's kind of the point, Bennett."

In one fluid motion, he sits up and pulls me to him just before he crushes his lips against mine. The kiss is all heat and desperation, which suits us right now.

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