Page 43 of The Consequence of You
He is beautiful. There is no other way to describe him.
I'm practically drooling when he places a finger under my chin and tips my head up to look at him. I’m expecting one of his smug grins, but all I see is wanton desire, and fuck if it’s not one of the most attractive things I’ve ever seen. He knows how to make a woman feel wanted, and it’s so incredibly arousing.
I swallow hard, and without taking my eyes off his, I push his boxer shorts down, careful not to catch the waistband on his dick. It springs out between us, bobbing, eager for what comes next.
Asher pushes my cardigan off my shoulders, and it falls to the floor. Hooking his fingers around the straps of my stretchy dress, he pulls it down over my waist and hips, and I shimmy out of it until I’m standing naked other than my panties. Asher’s eyes stay on mine as I pull them down my legs and step out of them.
I walk around him and sit on the bed, shuffling back until I’m in the centre. He follows me and stops when he gets to the foot of the bed. I appreciate the way he moves slowly, always giving me time to back out if I want to, but I don’t want to. I want this. I want to lose myself in this physical act and find the kind of pleasure only he seems to be capable of giving me.
I’m on the verge of asking him to hurry this along when he grabs my ankles and tugs me down the bed until my knees are bent over the end. He drops to his knees and his eyes become hooded as he takes his fill of what I am displaying for him.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” His voice is rough, and he looks genuinely in awe. If I was a little more naïve, I might believe his words. My pussy, on the other hand, has no issue taking him at his word, andgushes at his compliment. “Look at you, so fucking ready for me.”
He hooks his hands under my knees and pulls me closer to the end of the bed, placing my feet on the edge of the mattress. I’m fully exposed to him like this, and I prop myself up on my elbows, because despite my vulnerable position, the way he worships my body gives me a confidence which makes me brazen. He pushes my thighs apart before leaning down and licking me slowly, ass to clit and back again. I shiver at the sensation.
Something about the way Asher touches me feels so utterly decadent and makes me burn with a desire unlike anything I’ve felt before. The way he studies my pussy between each lick has me wanting to grind down on his face, and I find myself tipping myself to get closer, tightening my thighs around his shoulders.
“That’s it princess, feed me your sweet cunt, I can’t get enough.”
Sweet lord. His filthy mouth makes me even hotter, and I almost combust as he dives back in, licking and sucking at my folds. His tongue finds my clit easily and he teases my sensitive nub, making me squirm and writhe on the bed. I clutch at the sheets, and then he’s sliding two thick fingers inside me as he continues to eat me out like I’m his last meal. All it takes is for him to curve them upwards and I explode. My muscles tighten around his fingers, and I ride out the waves of pleasure as he licks and laps at me. Eventually the sensations subside, and the room is quiet, other than my panting.
Realising in shame how tightly my thighs are now clamped around his head, I let them relax and fall apart. Asher removes his fingers and leisurely licks them cleanbefore he crawls up the bed and holds himself up on his arms on either side of me.
“Look at the mess you made on my face, sweet princess.” His mouth and chin are wet with my juices, and it has me feeling self-conscious. I turn away, and he tuts. “Don’t do that. You are a fucking goddess and I’m a god, feasting on what’s mine.”
He probably says that shit to all the women he’s with. It shouldn’t matter, but I roll my eyes, turn my head slightly, and break eye contact with him. But he grabs my chin and turns my face.
“Seriously, I fucking love the way you taste. You’re exquisite.” He’s ridiculously dramatic, but somehow sincere, and I appreciate it in a way I wasn’t expecting.
I don’t know what to say to him so instead of saying anything, I reach between us and stroke his dick. It’s long and thick, and I can barely close my fist around it. I look down to where our bodies are connected. Asher isn’t circumcised like Nico was, and I marvel at the way his foreskin moves with my hand. His crown is red and eager, and saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of clear pre-cum beading at the slit. I rub my thumb over it, rubbing it around the smooth velvety head. Asher rocks forwards and groans, shutting his eyes tight. The thought of it being my hand giving him pleasure is an aphrodisiac. I grip him more firmly and he rocks into my hand, back and forward, getting himself off.
ASHER
What is this woman doing to me?I relax my arms enough to get closer to her but not crush her under my weight. I leanmy forehead against hers as I thrust into her hand over and over. She has me feeling like a horny schoolboy obsessing over his first crush again, and it’s exhilarating.
Despite me telling her to keep her eyes on me earlier, I shut mine, losing myself to the sensations in a way I haven’t for a long time. If I carry on like this, I’ll be coming in seconds. Before I can second guess myself, Callie whispers,
“I need you inside me.” Her sweet voice breaks the silence and I still. “If that’s what you want?”
Her uncertainty is amusing considering I’m seconds from blowing.
“Fuck yes,” I growl, and I feel her relax again. “Let me get a condom.” I climb off her, but before I stand, she grabs my hand.
“Wait. I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. We don’t have to use one if you don’t want to.”
I never compromise on condoms. Not ever. I don’t have many rules, but that’s one of them. But the thought of being bare inside her? The thought of coating her inner walls with my hot, wet seed? I groan and bite my fist. It makes me want to throw my rule book out of the window.
Fuck, she’s so perfect lying there, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip.
I’m not sure when it happened. When did her perfection stop winding me up? When had I started appreciating her for who she is? Who is this woman who makes me want to fuck bare for the first time in my life?
I don’t want to say no to her and I’m certain I’m clean but until I get tested and can guarantee it, I’m not taking any risks with her. I tell her I’d rather use a condom, and she nods, no questions asked.
Callie has no idea of the conflict in my mind as I tearopen the packet and sheath myself before crawling back over her, resuming the position we were in just seconds ago. Her breathing slows and deepens.
She feels tiny beneath me, but I have no intention of going easy on her. I’m going to unleash myself on her delicate body. Something tells me Callie can take anything I give her. She may be petite but she’s strong. I saw her in yoga, and she takes self-defence class. She’s fitter than the average person. As if she can read my mind, she wraps her legs around my back, dragging my body closer, inviting me to take her, and in one move, I slam inside her.
She’s slick from her earlier orgasm, but her inner walls hug me tightly, and the sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before.
