Page 100 of The Backup

Her words send a jolt of heat through me, and I groan against her, pressing one last kiss to her before pulling back. My hands slide up her body, guiding her upright as I lean over her, my chest against her back, my lips brushing her ear. “You want me that bad?” I murmur, my voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” she gasps, nodding frantically. “I need you, Asher. Please. I’ve missed this…I’ve missed you…so much.”

She moans softly, pressing back against me, her movements desperate and unguarded.

Her desperation pushes me over the edge of restraint. “I’ve got you,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder as I position myself behind her. “I’ll give you everything you need.”

“Patience,” I murmur, my grip tightening slightly as I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her for just a moment.

When I press into her, it’s slow, deliberate, the heat of her surrounding me inch by inch. A guttural sound escapes my throat as I sink fully inside her, the sensation overwhelming. My hands slide up her sides, steadying her, before finding their place on her hips.

“Oh, God,” she gasps, her voice trembling. “This…oh my God. Asher. You’re so…wow.”

“You feel so good,” I murmur, my voice thick with restraint, my fingers flexing against her skin as I pull back and thrustagain. The rhythm is deep, purposeful, unrelenting, building with each movement. “Look at you,” I breathe, my words heavy with admiration. “Taking me so perfectly.”

Her cries fill the room, each one sending a jolt of satisfaction through me as I watch her body move with mine. The way she arches her back, the way her fingers clutch at the sheets—it’s intoxicating, a sight I know I’ll never get tired of.

And dressed up as a sexy librarian, no less.

I can think of a few more costumes I’d like her to play dress up with me as. And now we’ve got time.

“Say my name,” I demand, leaning forward slightly, my lips brushing against her shoulder.

“Asher,” she gasps, her voice trembling but certain. “Oh, Asher…deeper…harder.”

I grip her hips tighter, my fingers pressing into her soft skin as I thrust into her, each movement deliberate and unrelenting. The sound of her moans, desperate and unrestrained, fills the room, driving me to push her further, deeper.

“You take me like such a good girl,” I growl, my voice low and rough as I lean forward slightly, my lips brushing against her shoulder. “So tight, so perfect. Made just for me, weren’t you?”

She cries out, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her back arching even more.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my tone thick with admiration and hunger. “So fucking gorgeous, bending over for me like this. You love it, don’t you? Love how I fill you up, how I make you feel.”

Her response is a broken moan, her body trembling beneath me as I move faster, harder, each thrust eliciting a new sound that sends a jolt of satisfaction through me.

“Say it,” I demand, my grip shifting to her waist, pulling her back against me. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it,” she gasps, her voice raw and trembling. “I love how you feel inside me. Oh God, Asher…”

“That’s right,” I growl, leaning forward to press my lips to the curve of her spine. “This is mine, Sloane. Every inch of you, every sound you make—it’s all mine.”

“All yours.”

Her cries grow louder, and I feel her body tighten around me, her legs trembling as she teeters on the edge.

“Come for me,” I whisper, my voice commanding but tender. “I want to feel you. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Her body arches, and with a soft, broken cry of my name, she shatters beneath me, her release so intense I feel her trembling through every movement. Her walls pulse around me, dragging me under with her, and I groan, the overwhelming sensation pulling me over the edge. My rhythm falters as my own release crashes through me, raw and all-consuming.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our labored breathing, the room thick with the aftermath of our passion. I press a soft kiss to the back of her neck, lingering as I try to steady myself. Her body is still trembling slightly, her skin flushed and damp under my hands.

I ease out of her carefully, pulling her into my arms as we collapse onto the bed together. She turns into me, her face buried in the crook of my neck, and I hold her close, my fingers brushing lazily along her spine.

“You okay?” I murmur, my voice rough but soft, a contrast to the intensity of moments before.

She nods against me, her breath warm on my skin. “More than okay,” she whispers, her tone tinged with exhaustion but filled with contentment. “That was… God, Asher, that was everything.”

A small smile tugs at my lips as I press another kiss to her hair. “You’re everything,” I say quietly, the words slipping out before I can overthink them.

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