Page 81 of Falling in Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings 1)

He was still taking in her perfect form when she took a single step forward. He began to turn but she placed her hands on his back, keeping him facing the full-length mirror. Her hands slid beneath his shirt and she tugged it up. He lifted his arms and she lifted up on her tiptoes to pull it off of him. When she dropped back down to her heels, she pressed a kiss to his back as her arms snaked around him and her fingers traced the waistband of his jeans.

Her breasts pressed against his lower back as her lips seductively brushed the area between his shoulder blades. He didn’t have to look behind him to know that she was kissing the scar from the bullet entering his body. She’d shown the same care and attention to the exit wound on his chest.

He watched as her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his jeans and then pulled down his zipper. Next, her thumbs dipped beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs and she tugged both the denim and cotton down, carefully maneuvering over his straining erection. Once his jeans and underwear hit his calf area, he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side as she straightened behind him.

No one had ever undressed him before and it was oddly erotic.

His eyes followed her hands as they once again snaked around his waist as she continued to cover his back with soft, featherlight kisses. Steam began to fill the bathroom as her fingers fanned out over his abdomen. Her touch migrated south until she gripped his manhood.

He watched as her hands moved up and down his length, her grip getting tighter with each stroke. His balls began to tingle and he felt the telltale signs that a release was building. Being this close to coming this soon was something he’d only ever experienced with Ava. Usually, his stamina was much greater.

But with her, the foreplay wasn’t just when they fooled around. It was every moment that she occupied his thoughts, which was damn near twenty-four seven. Just knowing she existed was foreplay.

He knew her sensual fondling had tipped him into the danger zone when he saw a drop of ejaculate appear at the tip of his head. As good as this felt there was no way that he was going to come like this. She, on the other hand, was a completely different story.

In one swift movement, he grabbed her wrist as he moved to the side and stepped behind her reversing their positions. Now she was naked standing in front of him. It was her turn to be teased.

His hands roamed up and down her body, paying extra attention to her breasts. He cupped the fullness of her soft, round mounds and pinched her pebbled tips between his thumbs and forefingers.

She reached up and grasped his forearms, as if anchoring herself to him and he watched the pleasure that she was feeling play across her face. Her breaths were growing shallower by the second. Arousal thrummed through him as he listened to her pants mixed with the sound of the shower running.

A flush appeared on her fair skin and he didn’t know if it was from the heat of the steam surrounding them or the heat that his touch was creating inside of her.

When he noticed the mirror was starting to fog, he kept one hand in place caressing her breast and slid the other one down her body. He didn’t want to miss the show because the mirror was fogged up.

Leaning down, he rasped against her ear, “Spread your legs.”

At his command he felt a shiver run through her and her grip tightened on his arm as she moved her feet apart giving him access to her sex. Her eyes were closed as his fingers dipped between her legs and glided along her dewy feminine folds. When the tip of his finger slid along her feminine slit, it was covered with her slick arousal.

As much as he’d love to draw this moment out, the glass was starting to get too cloudy to see and he wanted to watch as she came apart and he wanted her to see it too.

“Open your eyes,” he instructed gruffly as his middle finger found her clit and began to rub it.

She did as he asked, but it appeared as though it took some effort. Her heavy lids slowly lifted as her lips parted in a gasp.

When her gaze finally met his, he rewarded her by applying more pressure as he increased the rhythm of the flicking motion he was using to stimulate her clit. As he did, he felt her belly quiver against his forearm and he knew that she was close.

His lips brushed against her outer ear as he commanded, “Now come for me.”

He wasn’t sure if it was just good timing, or if she followed instructions well, but no sooner had the four words left his mouth than she began to quiver in his arms. Her head fell back against his chest as her nails dug into his skin and her entire body began to tremble.

Seeing and feeling her release had his own building to a dangerous level. His hard-on throbbed as it pressed up against the bare skin of her lower back. The quakes in her body caused the most delicious friction of vibration that had his dick pulsating with need.

The entire scene being played out as Asher watched their reflection in the mirror was definitely going to be filed away in his spank bank. He had a feeling he’d be making withdrawals from this account often.

Once Ava’s body relaxed against him, he didn’t waste any time picking her up and carrying her into the shower. Just like when he’d picked her up to come into the bathroom, she giggled and flung her arms around his neck.

When he stepped in the shower stall, he set her down so the water was spraying against her back. His plan was to wash her off to get her all nice and clean so he could do very dirty things to her. But as he grabbed for the soap, she surprised him by lowering down to her knees in front of him and he knew that his agenda would have to wait, because from the glint in her eye Ava had some naughty plans of her own.

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This waswhat Ava had always imagined sex could be. Fun, playful, and uninhibited. She’d never had that with Ian.

Her ex liked to do things his way. He didn’t like to try new things and if Ava ever interrupted him when he was starting something by saying, ‘I feel gross I want to take a shower’ or ‘Let me go brush my teeth before you kiss me’ he accused her of being a mood killer and telling her she needed to be more spontaneous.

Asher was the exact opposite. He’d somehow, someway sensed her grow the slightest bit uncomfortable and he’d stopped to make sure she was okay. When she hesitated to tell him, he held his kisses as hostage demanding her confession as the ransom.

She wished that she could explain to him just how much his actions meant to her. How freeing, liberating, and just plain hot his complete acceptance and genuine concern for her happiness was. She knew that he’d never truly understand because she had no idea how to explain with words. Since she couldn’t articulate it, she figured she’d do her best to demonstrate the sentiment.

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