Page 144 of Forbidden Hearts
She nods. “Keep going.”
“I want to spread your gorgeous legs and make you come on my tongue.”
“Doable.”
I fight back a laugh. “You’re making dirty talk very hard.”
“Hmm.” She reaches between us and slides her hands into my boxers. Her delicate fingers wrap around my cock. “Yes, I can see how hard this is. But I was thinking”—she starts to stroke and my brain disconnects—“I don’t want to talk tonight.”
“No?” I manage to get the word out as she continues to jerk me off.
“No, I’d rather use my mouth for other things.”
She sinks down on her knees and then slides my boxers off. I love that she’s my fucking goddess with a naughty side. Her fingertips trace down my abs and then wrap back around my dick.
“Put your mouth on my cock, Phoebe,” I tell her, knowing how she likes to be pushed. She draws out my dominant side and allows me to take control, which the two of us enjoy. She kisses the tip then runs her tongue along the rim. I lace my fingers in her hair. “Open.” Phoebe does, and I slide inside. “That’s it, suck.”
Her head moves back and forth, and I stay still, watching her like this is fucking heaven. She takes me deeper, and the pleasure mounts. I think of anything to keep from coming in her mouth. “Touch yourself, Phoebe,” I tell her through gritted teeth. “Take your other hand off my leg and touch your pussy.” She moves it there, but I can’t see. “Pull your pajamas up, I want to watch. Imagine it’s my hand there, touching your clit, pressing right where you want it.” She moans, and I swear, every muscle in me tenses. Then she takes her hand from where I wish mine was and lifts it toward my chest.
I force her to come up and off my cock so I can lick the sweetness off her fingers.
The taste of her is too much, I want more.
I lift her into my arms, carry her to the bed, and set her down. Then I get on my back. “Come here.”
She crawls toward me, confusion in her eyes. “Grab the headboard and sit on my face.” Phoebe gets in position, straddling my head, but she still isn’t close enough. “That’s it, good girl, now don’t just sit, sweetheart, suffocate me.”
I pull her hips down and lick. All I taste is her. All I feel is her heat. I move my face, forcing my tongue deep inside her, fucking her this way as I move my hand around to rub her clit. Phoebe is panting hard and rocking against my mouth.
I love it. I want to stay here and make her fall apart.
“Asher, I can’t,” she moans. “I can’t hold back.”
I push harder on her clit and shove my tongue as deep as I can. I feel her legs tense around my face and then she cries out, I lick and suck as she pulses around me. While she’s still going, I slide her down my body until my cock hits her entrance, and then I push up and into her.
“Oh my God!” she cries at the same time I say her name.
I hold her hips, setting the pace as I make love to her from the bottom. My mind is worthless, and I start to say every thought that passes. “You are mine. Made for me. All mine. I love you.”
“Yes.” She pushes herself up, scoring her nails down my chest. “Yours.”
“You are fucking hot. You are so gorgeous on top of me, beneath me, on your knees in front of me. God, you feel so good. Lean back.”
She does, resting her hands on my thighs, her back bowing in the perfect arch. I move my thumb back to her clit. “Again, Phoebe. Come on my cock this time.”
Her hair brushes my legs, and I watch as the pleasure pulses through her. Her mouth is open as she gasps, the angle hitting her just right. “You feel so good.”
“You feel incredible,” I tell her. “You’re stunning, riding my cock, pulsing around me. Come on, sweetheart, don’t hold back.”
Phoebe moans and then sits upright, her eyes finding mine. “I love you,” she says. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Over and over, she says it until she can’t talk anymore because her orgasms rob her of breath. She lies on my chest, gasping, and I follow her over, losing myself inside of her.
For long minutes, I keep my arms around her, and slowly, we each find our breath.
I flip her onto her back and kiss her nose, her lips, her neck, down her chest, each breast.
“Asher! What are you doing?” Phoebe laughs.
