Page 12 of Chasing Sophia

He kisses me without restraint, and molten fire spreads throughout my veins. When his tongue sweeps along my sealed lips, requesting access, I give in without thought. A sigh of pleasure slips from my mouth when his grip on my hair tightens. My gasp gets lost in him as he nibbles at my bottom lip.

“You taste as good as I remember.” Asher’s rough voice skims over my skin. “No woman has the affect you continue to have on me, Sophia. One look and I knew my life was going to change. One taste and I feel like I can’t live without you.”

“Those are big words for a first date.” As much as I want to bask in his attention and celebrate that this tenacious pull I feel toward him isn’t one-sided, I don’t know if this is how every date goes for Asher.

“That’s the problem, firecracker. I’m out of my element here. I’ve never felt like this for a woman, and I don’t know what the right pace is. What I want is you in my home, my bed, my library. I want to show you off on my arm, but at the same time I want to keep you away from the lecherous looks of men who ever thought they had a chance with you. I want to fuck you andclaim every part of your body, mind, and soul. I want to love you so hard that we bring every classic love story to shame.”

My body comes to life with his every word and the way his grip tightens on my face. An ache forms between my legs, making me aware of how close we are. Sitting on his lap, I can feel his hard erection digging against my thigh.

Vulnerability peeks on his face, and it crashes into my heart when he says, “This is new for me too, Sophia. I just want you to follow my heart and not hold back.”

After spending another hour watching the market, we return back to St. Peppers. Tonight, Asher parks outside my house, but I make no effort to step out. I wring my hands unwittingly, only realizing the action when he puts his hand over mine.

“My roommates are gone for the holidays,” I blurt in a dash. “Would you like to come in?” His thumb grazing over my fingers comes to a sudden halt. The air hums in the enclosed space, and blood roars so loudly in my ears that I can’t hear anything else. Asher’s smoldering gaze locks with mine, and he asks, “Are you sure?”

It isn’t a simple question. He knows it. I know it.

And when I nod, he holds my face in his. “I would love to come inside.” My eyes widen when his lips twitch. “I promise it wasn’t a planned innuendo.”

We walk inside my house, and I’ve barely closed the door when Asher tugs on my hand. “Are you sure about this?”

I nod, because I might be confused about why I feel so much for this man after knowing him for such a short time, but there isn’t a doubt in my mind that I’m immensely attracted to Asher.

When I think he might kiss me once again, Asher takes a step back. He slowly works on the buttons of his winter coat. “You’re overly dressed, Soph.”

His hands don’t stop as he takes off his coat and carefully places it on the couch before going for his green pullover. Hiseyes don’t leave me as I place my red coat next to his and then unwind the scarf. Asher is wearing a white shirt underneath, and for a second, my gaze wanders to his watch, which looks vaguely familiar, but his soft command sizzles every molecule in my body. “Everything.”

My mouth dries up, once again reminding me that Asher isn’t a normal guy. The level of fire and power he exudes is rare. I remove my boots and stockings and peel off my dress. I don’t know if it was hope or wishful thinking when I put on my sexy black lingerie today, but I’m glad I did as Asher’s eyes flare with admiration.

“What do you want, firecracker? Do you want me to make love to you and pamper you with sweet nothings when I’m inside you, or do you want me to fuck you so hard that there’s no escaping me and this night?”

Jesus!

I was embarrassed before about how wet I was, but his words have fresh moisture sticking against the insides of my thighs. I’ve had sex in the past, but I know whatever I choose tonight, it’ll be different with Asher. And because I want to see this man unbridled and unleashed, I reply, “I want to be fucked. I don’t want you to hold back.”

I sometimes amaze myself. How I managed to keep a strong voice, when inside I’m a shivering mess, is a mystery in itself.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” The grin on his face is unlike any I’ve seen. If I thought his lip twitch was bewitching, the seductive smirk he’s giving now holds a promise of dangerous and delectable things.

Asher looks toward the hallway to the three bedrooms, and I reply, “The last one on the right.”

He swoops me up into his arm and marches toward my room, and with a gentle kick, he opens the door. His stride wavers for a second as he looks around, halting briefly at mypiano and the wall where I have a picture of Mom, Dad, and me. But the fire once again crackles between us when he places me on the bed. He then steps back and watches me as if I’m the most beautiful woman on earth.

I love the attention and don’t make an effort to hide. Asher sheds off his clothes, and I struggle to breathe at the sight of his broad chest and that sexy V-cut, until he pulls down his boxers. His cock is a thing of beauty. I shiver in hope and nervousness of that long, thick, and hard shaft filling me.

I wanted to be fucked, and I know that thing will do wonders at the job.

“Turn around.”

I follow Asher’s command without thought, and he unhooks my bra and slides my panties down to my knees. My butt clenches when his large palms graze my ass cheeks before they skim above my waist, my back, and then he flips me once again onto my back. Throwing my underwear behind him, his hand grazes my thighs.

“You’re exquisite, Soph. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought if I wasn’t at The Queen’s that night, it might be that asshole Jeremy doing this to you.” The rawness in his voice startles me, confirming that I like Asher with confidence and not vulnerable.

“Are you really thinking about me and another man while I’m naked before you?” I turn my head to the side, raising an eyebrow in question.

“I love your fire,” he says before his hand drifts over to my sex. Without effort, his thumb finds my clit, rubbing on it until I’m whimpering in need. His finger slips inside me with ease, working deeper, faster. Soon, he works another finger inside me, and I can’t resist closing my eyes. The clenching sounds mix with my soft cries and chants of his name.

“Ash.” I’m on the verge of having the best orgasm of my life, when he pulls away. “No!” My whine echoes in the bedroom, but it’s followed by a rip of a condom. Asher’s cock nudges my entrance as if for permission, and my eyes open. I watch as he slides inside me.

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