Page 111 of Beneath the Desert Bloom
Not a bounce. A grind.
A long, filthy, perfect grind that made both of them groan.
“Fuck—” she gasped, head falling forward.
“You—” Asher choked. “You weren’t—You shouldn’t be able to—”
“I can,” she panted. “I want to. Don’t hold back.”
He stared up at her like he was looking at something divine. His lips parted. His glow flared low behind his eyes. His hands slid up her waist to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow circles that made her cry out, hips stuttering against him.
“You’ve changed,” he whispered, wonder in his voice. “You’re ready for all of me.”
She moved faster.
The sound was obscene—wet, thick, slap and suck and breath. Her thighs ached. Her cunt was stretched wide and pulsing, taking all of him now, greedier by the second. The ridges of his cock rubbed against her walls in a rhythm that built pressure between her hips like a rising storm.
“Please—” he gasped, voice ragged. “Let me—Nora, let me—”
She leaned down, nose to nose, and said, “Then give me everything.”
And that broke him.
His hands gripped her hips and thrust upward, hard enough to lift her from the dirt. She shouted, her head snapping back as his cock drove even deeper inside her, filling places she didn’t know existed.
The rhythm changed.
He fucked up into her, over and over, her body meeting each stroke with a grind, a cry, a rush of liquid heat down the insidesof her thighs. She rode him now with abandon. Panting, glowing, laughing at the impossibility of it.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “You feel—fuck, you feel like too much—”
His mouth was at her breast, his hands holding her open, his hips pistoning into her with deep, rhythmic power. He thrust up harder, sharper. She screamed his name.
“Nora,” he growled. “You’re glowing. You’re mine.”
She was.
Her orgasm hit her like fire.
She clenched around him, legs shaking, vision going white. She writhed in his lap, gasping, sobbing, grinding against the base of his cock as wave after wave tore through her.
The desert answered.
The ground beneath them pulsed once, then bloomed.
Pale desert flowers erupted around their bodies in a slow wave of life. The air shimmered. Petals fell like ash.
And Asher came undone.
He roared, head thrown back, body rising off the ground, cock jerking inside her as he came hard, deep, flooding her with heat and light and devotion. She felt it—felt every pulse of him, every twitch, every stretch of muscle beneath her.
He kept moving.
His hands lifted her, then dropped her back down onto him. Again. Again.
She rode him through it, desperate and full and crying, her body glowing gold and red and rose-lit.
Another orgasm hit her, louder, deeper. She collapsed forward onto his chest as he rolled his hips in shallow, grinding thrusts, drawing every last wave from her.
