Page 41 of Asher

It just meant he was put on this earth well before I was so he could learn how to pleasure me in all ways.

And boy, he did that in spades.

My hands were running through that soft black hair with sprinkles of gray in it.

My nails were scraping along his shoulders, down his back as he moved his body lower.

Muscles rippling.

Veins popping.

The feel of his mouth on my most private area.

No one has gone near the area unless it was my parents when I was a baby or the female doctor.

His tongue weaving a spell over my clit.

Wanting more.

Needing more.

His body came up, sliding all that hardness over my sensitized skin.

Pressing a kiss where my heart lay, he whispered, “I love you, Chloe.”

I smiled, “I love you too, Asher.

His head lowered, his lips brushing against mine.

My body was on fire.

Needing him.

Craving him.

Finally.

Finally, we were going to connect as one.

Then, just as he moved to enter me...

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

My eyes opened, and I sat up, my body was covered in a sheen of sweat.

My tank top and shorts were sticking to my body.

And what was worse than all of that, my fingers were in my cotton sleep shorts.

Jerking my hand out of my shorts, I closed my eyes, slapped the alarm clock, and collapsed back into bed.

I relished the soft breeze that blew in through my open window. I knew it was a bad habit that anyone could climb in through, but we all must go some time, I might as well sleep comfortably.

Then I heard my mama’s voice through the door. “Mija, love, it’s time to get up. It's time for work.”

I sighed, “Yeah, Mama.”

I took in a deep breath and then let it out.

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