Page 88 of Penalized Love

A small laugh slips out.“I don’t think I’d survive that.”

He chuckles as his hands skim down my sides. When he reaches my hips, I gasp as he lifts me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist without thinking about it, erasing our height difference. If his cock being hard wasn’t apparent to me before, it is now.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom. I left it in the bedroom.”

Dejection slams into me before an idea clicks in my head.“I’m on birth control. For PCOS, but I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

Relief floods Asher’s features, although there is still a tightness there. I know that’s because he wants to find his own release.“I’m clean too. Just got tested at the beginning of the season and haven’t been with anyone besides you. Nor have I ever had sex without a condom. Are you sure about this?”

This is what I want.“I’m sure I want to feel you. All of you.”

His eyes search mine for a long moment.“Tell me if you want to stop at any point, okay?”

“I will.”

With that, he positions himself at my entrance. He eases himself into me, and we both gasp. As I feel one of his hands land on my hip, I can’t help but think this is a different experience. Here is another first I’ve given him and something he’s given me in return. This new level of intimacy is indescribable. And that’s before he even begins to move.

His thrusts start off slow as we’re both adjusting to how wet everything is and this brand-new feeling. Without the barrier of a condom between us, I swear the movement between us feels more intense. I take a deep breath as my hands reach for his shoulders to give me leverage as he fills me over and over again.

Asher’s grip on my hips tightens as he increases his pace, driving into me with a passion that steals my breath. The sensation of his bare skin against mine, the way he stretches and fills me so completely, is almost too much to bear. I cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds within me once more.

“You feel so good,”he groans.“So perfect. You were made for me.”

I can only whimper in response because, in my current state of mind, words and thoughts don’t exist. The water cascades over our bodies and is cooling down, but I don’t care. Asher’s movements grow more urgent, and I do my best to meet eachone. Our moans and gasps bounce off the walls in this small space, reminding me how intimate this is.

When the intensity reaches what I swear is new heights, it takes everything within me to keep myself from screaming.“I’m so fucking close.”

“I am too,”he grits out, and I know the chances of us both reaching our climaxes together are extremely high. He leans forward and gives me a long kiss on the lips, and that’s all it takes for my body to let everything go.

He swallows my cries with his kiss as my orgasm takes over my body. Those stars he mentioned earlier? I have no problem seeing them as he breaks our kiss because his thrusts have become more erratic. A groan tears from his throat as I feel the warmth of his cum filling me, and it feels as if he’s marking me as his.

We stay like that for a minute or two, and I’m left wondering how he even has the stamina to hold us both up. Another thing I need to thank hockey for, I guess. The cooling water leaves small trails over our skin, but I barely feel it because I’m lost in his eyes. Asher presses his forehead against mine as we struggle to regain our composure.

Once we both catch our breath, I slowly move my legs so that I’m somewhat standing on my own. However, Asher moves his arms so that they are around my waist. I’m grateful for his support because I’m not sure my legs can hold me up on their own right now.

I look down and notice that his cum is dripping out of me, and I gasp.“Holy shit.”

Asher follows my gaze, and a smirk tugs at his lips.“Damn, that’s hot.”

I blush, feeling a mixture of shyness and thrill at the sight.“We should actually shower, and I’ll clean that up.”

“I’ll do it,”he says.

“Are you sure?”

The smile is now gone.“One hundred percent. What about you?”he asks.

“I’m fine. Excellent even.”

Asher reaches for a washcloth and soaks it under the lukewarm water. He cleans his cum from between my thighs before turning to wash my body with soap. I rinse under the showerhead while he washes himself, and before I know it, our shower together is over. He reaches behind me to turn off the water, and the sudden absence of the sound makes the bathroom feel eerily quiet, but it doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable.

It’s because I feel loved.

This love differs from what I felt three years ago. It’s more powerful and more mature in so many ways. Everything is still new, but also old too. It doesn’t feel like we’ve picked up from where we left off, but it’s also not a new book. Maybe it’s a new chapter, and I’m excited to turn the page to see what’s in store for us. But first, we need to get out of this shower.

As if sensing my unsteadiness, Asher guides me out of the shower and grabs a fluffy towel from the rack. He wraps it around me with infinite care before taking another for himself. The soft terry cloth feels heavenly against my body, but it still feels as if it’s in overdrive.

We step out onto the bathmat, and the cool air hits my damp skin, causing me to shiver. Asher notices and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him so that I can feel his muscular body against mine for a few moments before I have to get dressed and head back to my room.

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