Page 72 of Embrace
“Thanks for the ride,” I said as I grasped the door, refusing to look at his face.
“Don’t open the door, Penina. Not while I’m in the car.”
I rolled my eyes. Fuck him and his chivalry. “That’s okay. I got it.”
“Babe, no. But I would like for you to pack a suitcase and come stay with me for a while.”
I froze, then when I remembered to breathe, I laid a hand against my breastbone. “What?” I asked, turning to face him. I was seriously shocked. I’d thought he was ending our relationship. And the way things were going, I had no desire to fight for us, figuring he wanted a soulless machine who made no mistakes that would hurt him.
His bright eyes glistened in the dark cab. “There’s no need for us to be apart.”
“You’re not breaking up with me?”
“No, Penina,” he replied as if that were the silliest thing I’d ever said. “We hit a rough patch. That doesn’t mean we break up.”
Still, I was confused, and I was sure it showed on my face.
“Stay put,” he said then got out of the car and opened my door.
My head felt woozy as I stood. Something was happening inside me. I was undergoing a transformation. We stood inches away from each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, our breaths warming the space between us.
“Good night, resident and attending,” someone said.
We both whipped our attention toward Jen Lovely, my next-door neighbor, who glared as if she was scolding us.
Asher guided his mouth next to my ear as he took my hand. “Come.”
* * *
My legs feltrestless as we entered my apartment. My lightheadedness hadn’t left me since we were outside by the car.Did we just talk through our first major argument, which was brought about by my impulsiveness? Did we resolve it?
My apartment looked as if a tornado had touched down in it. I always managed to leave it in such a mess before rushing out for my shift. That morning, I had tried on two pairs of pants, and the black slacks that I rejected were draped across the back of the sofa.
“Sorry for the—”
Asher tugsme against his firm body, and I taste his tongue, feeling it brush fervently against mine. He’s hard in several places—chest, thighs, cock. He whispers that I’m soft all over. His strong hands take me by my hips, and his erection grinds against my pussy. I know what message he’s sending me. So when he lifts my feet off the ground, I wrap my legs around him as our mouths remain connected. I indulge in the taste of Asher Christmas.
Asher carries me through my own apartment. He’s not confused about where he should go or how to get there. That becomes even more obvious when I feel my mattress against my back.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters then sucks my neck hard and licks it as he nails his cock deep into my slit and rubs it. Then he moans as he tosses his head back and sucks air.
I watch him through my hooded gaze. His face is so fucking sexy when he’s turned on, so needy, so lustful. He is the embodiment of the calm before a raging storm. We’ve been here before. I know what comes next, and my pussy pulses, tickles, and creams, eager for the action to start.
Asher’s rapt attention focuses on my body as he tugs my shoes off then my pants and my panties. Plunk, plunk, cling, swish… I hear them all land somewhere, making the smallest to the greatest impact.
Asher spreads my knees apart, gazing at my pussy as the cold conditioned air presses against it. I squirm, my breathing impatient. He takes so long to make up his mind about what to do to me next. Do I have a preference? I can’t think of one. I like it all. Love it all. Want it all.
“Oh, Asher,” I finally whine, lifting my pelvis toward him. Choose one already.
Then he pushes my thighs toward me. I push the back of my head against the mattress, bracing myself for it.
“Ah!” I cry.
Wet. Warm. Full. One lick of my clit sends shivers of pleasure through my hood. More licks, more stimulation. I clamor for less, for more, grabbing the sheets, whimpering.
“Oh, Ash—ah!” It’s intense.
And as soon as my body tightens and I attempt to free my clit from his tongue, he knows what to do next. “Mm,” he moans and whimpers. His tongue works more fervently. I claw at anything I can grasp, but nothing can ease the pleasure.
