Page 96 of All That She Needs

As if sensing my shock, she repeated softly, "I really do love you."

Slowly, my arms, which had been hanging at my sides, wrapped around her. "I love you," my voice quivered as I kissed her temple, pulling her gently closer. "My love for you is fucking all-consuming, Asha. It's raw and unwavering. I've loved you in my brightest moments, in my darkest. I will love you always."

Asha gently pulled away from me, her hands cradling my face before she kissed me softly on the lips. When I offered her a small smile, she kissed my dimple and murmured, "There it is..." as if she had been waiting for it to appear.

I smiled at her, noticing her eyes fixed on the dimple as it deepened. I kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose before pressing my lips to hers. She smiled too, as our mouths met. I tilted my head, letting my lips slide over hers, and the kiss deepened; our tongues tangled. Her hands ran up the back of my neck, and I pulled her closer, tighter, as if it wasn't enough. I wanted to melt into her.

My lips brushed her cheek, nipping along her jaw, and she shivered when I kissed her neck, my mouth open as I traced it with a slow, lingering lick.

"Liam," she whimpered, her hands moving up to cradle my head. She couldn't stop shifting, her body pressing against mine as if she wanted to climb over me, to get closer.

I brought my hands to the side of her face and claimed her mouth completely. Desire swept all over my body, my mind instantly empty except for her presence and the sensations she ignited all over my body. My heart raced, excitement building with every passing second, making me feel overheated, as if I were on the verge of burning up. I wanted Asha so much it hurt.

I lifted her up, securing her legs around my waist, our mouths still locked together until she pulled away, trailing her lips to my neck, where she sucked. Hard.

"Bedroom," I mumbled—maybe moaned, I couldn't tell anymore. I started walking, barely able to keep my thoughts straight. "Need to do this on my bed."

"Okay," she mumbled, her cheeks flushing hot red.

Somehow, I made it to my bedroom without tripping or knocking anything over. I gently lowered her onto the bed, but she didn't let go, trying to pull me back as I pulled away. "Where are you going?"

I grinned and reached for my phone on the nightstand. "Need to show you something first." I scrolled through the screen and turned it toward her. "I've been tested." I showed her the results. "I'm clean. I got tested two weeks before you left. I was preparing just in case..." I trailed off, chuckling when I saw her blush again. "And there's no one else, Asha. There won't ever be anyone else."

She gave me a small, sheepish smile. "I've been tested too, and I'm clean," she said. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she added, "But if you ask me to go find my bag and grab my phone right now, Liam, I swear to God..."

"I trust you," I said quickly, my impatience barely contained. Just as I was about to move toward her again, she added,

"And I'm on birth control."

"Oh, thank fuck!" I exclaimed in relief. She chuckled softly, and the sound made my erection throb inside my pants.

She pulled me closer, her hands gripping the back of my neck as she brought her mouth to mine, kissing me again. She only pulled away briefly when I tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. My hands fumbled as I moved to unbutton her jeans, and I stumbled slightly. "This is the first time I've seen you in jeans," I murmured, catching her amused gaze. "You look hot, by the way, but these are—" I paused, struggling with the stubborn button, "—incredibly inconvenient right now."

Asha laughed and helped me tug her jeans off, leaving her in just her white satin underwear. And I stared at her. The color of white against her milky white skin took my breath away. She lay there on my bed, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. We'd kissed and touched so many times before, but this was the first time I'd seen her like this—almost bare and completely vulnerable, breathtakingly beautiful. I've been waiting for this moment for so long.

I was beginning to worry that when she finally shed those last pieces of clothing from her skin, I might actually self-combust.

I only realized that I was staring, mouth slightly open, when she smirked and said, "You still have too many clothes."

I glanced down at myself, completely forgotten about it. I slid down from the bed and stood to my full height. I watched her watching me with wide eyes when I reached to the back of my neck and pulled my shirt off. Her eyes roamed around mychest, seemingly tracing the tattoos there. Then I pulled down my sweatpants and noticed that she was breathing harder. I stepped out of my pants and said, "You've seen me in my boxers before."

"Yeah..." Her eyes lingered on the noticeable bulge in the middle, and then I pulled it off, standing before her, completely exposed. She gasped, her breath catching.

I chuckled, crawling over the bed toward her. I whispered, "Your turn."

"You take it off," She asked me.

And I answered, "Gladly."

When she was completely bare, I had to pinch the purple head down below to keep me from coming.

I made love to her for the first time, on my bed, like I imagined so many times. I felt every inch of her body with my hands. I worshipped her through every touch, every kiss, every lick, determined to provoke the illicit sounds from her lips, eager to see the lust and desire painted on her face. I played with her breasts, sucking them, massaging them, relishing how they were so perfect, so soft, under my hands. I crawled down and hoisted her legs up over my shoulders so I could devour her.

I was addicted to her moans, her gasps, her uneven breaths, her soft whimpers, and I felt like I could live off the sounds she was making alone. I couldn't get enough. I loved how unabashed she was chasing her pleasure, moving her hips to get the angle she wanted, guiding me on how to give it to her. She exploded with my tongue inside her, my fingers rubbing her small swollen pleasure nub, my other hand gripping her thigh and squeezing it against my head so that I could stay inside longer and prolong her climax.

Then I plunged into her as I kissed her again wild and hard, rolling my hips slowly at first, before I lost control when she begged me to go harder and harder. She climaxed for the second time, and the gasp that tore from her mouth would become the soundtrack of my dreams from that day onward. I followed her not long after, and when I reached the peak, my inside felt like it was shattered into tiny little pieces, and for a few blissful seconds, it felt like my heart stopped beating.

We spent a long time afterward just lying there on the bed, me still inside of her, waiting for our breaths to calm. She laid on top of me, her face nestled against my neck, and her legs tangled with mine. When I finally pulled out, we both let out a little groan, followed by a soft chuckle. I went to the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet towel, gently cleaning her thighs and the spot between her legs, my hands lingering as I touched her again.

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