Page 75 of Forbidden Hearts
My tongue pushes into her, keeping my gaze locked with hers, the moment feeling too intimate, but I won’t look away.
I’m going to enjoy watching her fall apart as the waves of pleasure take her under. I suck on her clit and adjust so I can finger her at the same time. Phoebe lets out a low moan, and then she bows up off the bed, twisting and making me have to hold her in place because I want every drop of her pleasure.
Tremors wrack her body as she goes limp, and I ease the pressure of my mouth before kissing my way up her body. When we’re face to face, she smiles and laughs softly.
“Well, you’ve definitely proven that it’s not a me problem.”
I grin, pushing her dark brown hair back. “No, definitely not.” I look at the clock and laugh. “Not even five minutes.”
Her eyes widen. “What? No way.”
I kiss up her neck to her ear and nip the lobe. “And I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart. You’re going to come again.”
Phoebe’s hand moves down my spine slowly, her legs wrapping around my waist. “You’re very confident of this.” She slides around to my front, going to my waist.
“Do you doubt me?” I ask, licking the shell of her ear. “Do I need to prove it again?”
“I like when you prove me wrong.”
Maybe in this only because most of the time she enjoys challenging me. Every time I think she’ll fail, she doesn’t. Phoebe not only likes to challenge, but she wants the same in return.
I hover over her. “You continue to do that.”
“I know.”
“And I do the same to you.”
Phoebe blushes. “Yes, you most certainly have.” She twists her hand down into my pants, rubbing my cock. “I want you, Asher.”
“You have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now.”
“Then do it, please.” I shift back enough to push my pants down, freeing my cock. “Holy shit.”
I grin because every man likes it when a woman sees him naked and says that. I move my hand to my dick, stroking it as she watches. “How should I fuck you? On our knees so I can slap your pretty ass? On your back with your legs on my shoulders as I take you deep? Or do you want to ride me, bounce on my cock while I lie here and watch your perfect tits?”
Her lips part, breathing growing heavier. “I . . .”
“You what? You want all of it?” I ask, inching toward her. “Or do you want me to pick?”
Phoebe shakes her head, and I love that I’ve scrambled her brain. “All of the above.”
I lean down, taking her bottom lip between my teeth. “Good choice.”
Then I’m flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her hips up. Phoebe gasps as I push a finger into her.
“I am never going to recover from this,” she says as she lifts onto her hands.
Neither am I.
I push another finger into her, pumping and twisting as she moans. Her muscles clench around me, and I want to fill her, feel her contract around my dick.
“Phoebe, I wanted to make you come again like this, but I am losing my mind.”
She’s so perfect, her body bending to my will.
“Take me. God, just take me.”
I go to line up and then remember I don’t have a condom. “Shit. Do you have a condom?”
