Page 62 of Can't Help Growling in Love
I let my forehead rest against his shoulder. He slowly works me apart, pushing his finger deep inside me. He adds another to stretch me, and the sensation is incredible.
I roll my hips, chasing the contact. “Why don’t we try the real thing?”
Aher freezes. “Right now?”
“Only if you want to.” I meet his gaze, as serious as I can be with his fingers still inside me. “I’d love to, but it’s absolutely your call.”
“Yes,” he growls. “Of course I want to. June, I’ve wanted to since I first scented you.”
“Okay.” I nudge his hand lightly to get him to pull back, then reach down for his cock. “We need to go slowly, okay? Would you like to be on top?”
He shakes his head, his hands finding my hips. “This is fine. Yeah. You on top is great.”
I grin at his hurried words but don’t allow him to rush me, no matter how eager he is. He’s never done this before, so I want to do it right. I know we’ll have a lot of sex in the future, but I want this first memory to be a fantastic one for him.
“Tell me if anything feels off,” I murmur. I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump slowly, moving my hand from the base, where the knot is already swelling, to the sensitive tip leaking precum over my fingers. “Anything at all.”
“Feels amazing,” he admits roughly. “Keep going.”
I swipe my thumb over his cockhead, and he shudders. When I lift my hips and notch it to my pussy, he lets out a ragged groan, as if the small contact alone is enough to undo him.
Taking a deep breath, I bear down slowly, doing my best to relax my inner muscles and take him in.
But he’s big. My body accepts the tip, then freezes at the intrusion.
“Holy shit.” I wiggle my hips and sink half an inch lower, then stop again. “This is going to take a while.”
Asher leans in and runs the tip of his nose over my neck. He licks and kisses the sensitive spot, then continues up, toward my mouth. His kiss is deep and unhurried, as if we have all the time in the world. I cling to his shoulders and return it, gasping against his mouth. Another inch of his length slips inside me.
“Keep going,” I tell him. “It’s working.”
He grins, breathless and beautiful. “Yeah? You like it when I suck your tongue, baby? Would this also help?”
He palms my tits with both hands and swipes his thumbs over my nipples. They’re sensitive from before, and I jerk in his lap, fighting the sensation. But he pets me slowly, patiently, and with each tug of his fingers, I relax further, melting over him.
I squeeze my inner muscles around him. He hisses and stops moving, his eyes scrunched shut.
“Stop, stop.” He moves his hands to my hips and holds me in place. “I’ll come if you keep doing that.”
I can’t help but smile. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head firmly. “Not before you.”
Glancing down between us, I realize I’m only about halfway down his length. “Uh, that might not be a bad thing.” I brace my hands on his chest and lift my hips a fraction, then press back down. “You’ll stay hard even after you come, right?”
“Yeah.” Asher’s voice is a ragged groan. “Smelling how wet you are does that to me.”
“Your cum will help,” I explain. “I’m wet, but unless you’ve got lube…”
He looks stricken, as if he was supposed to think of this. “I don’t.”
I take his face between my hands and press my forehead to his. “It’s okay. We’ll get it tomorrow. But for now…just let go.”
I move my hands from his cheeks to his shoulders and roll my hips experimentally. It’s a little strange because I can’t slam down over him like I want to, but I work myself up and down, taking a tiny bit more with every descent.
“June!” His fingers twitch on my hips. “I knew you’d be so hot inside. Oh, gods, this feels so good.”
Asher’s praise unlocks a part of me I never knew existed. Pride—for him and for myself—explodes in my chest, and I take him deeper on the next stroke, my pussy growing wetter.
