Page 70 of Bleeding Hearts

Sweat beads form on my skin as our bodies move in unison. I can feel myself chasing a second release, just on the edge of it. Then he reaches down, lifting one leg, then the other to rest on his shoulders.

“Oh my god,” I gasp as he pumps into me at the new angle, hitting deeper than I thought possible.

“Not God. Just me, baby.” He smirks.

If he would’ve said that to me an hour ago, I’d call him cocky, but now. Well, now he can back it up, because in this moment, Asher is fucking godly.

He slams into me at a brutal pace, and I fist the sheets beneath me as my breath quickens on the precipice of exploding. He reaches down, pinching my clit between his fingers and that’s it.

I throw my head back in a breathless scream as I feel myself contract around him, my release hitting me full force. He slows his movements as I come down, my breath evening out and my heartbeat slowing.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.” He gently brings my legs down from his shoulders. “You have no idea how lucky I feel to know that I’m the only person who’s seen you that way. So wild, untamed, perfect.”

He leans forward, placing a soft kiss against my lips, then another, and a third. Until his tongue finds the seam of my lips and I don’t hesitate to let him in, deepening the kiss. He kisses me deeply, the rhythm of his mouth following that of his body as he thrusts into me.

Sex with Asher almost feels like an out-of-body experience. I went from having virtually no pleasure physically to being overwhelmed by it. It feels like he knows my body even better than I do, even though this is the first time he’s become acquainted with it.

He plays it like a fine-tuned instrument, knowing exactly which chords to strum to make the most beautiful song.

I had been worried for so long that when, well, if we ever took this step, it wouldn’t live up to my imagination. I thought if we ever crossed the line from friends, we’d end up crashing and burning. That I built up this perfect connection in my head, and that’s all it was, a fairy tale.

But I was wrong. This, being with him, is better than anything my imagination could ever conjure. The connection is stronger than I ever thought possible. Physically and emotionally, I feel connected to him in a way I didn’t think even existed.

It all just feels perfectly and indescribably right.

He continues his pace, reaching down to play with my clit. Building me up again before I even realize it’s happening. His pace quickens and I feel the need burning inside my core once again. His ability to bring me there so easily isn’t lost on me with how I’ve struggled in the past.

I feel seconds away from exploding for a third time when he pulls away, pulling out of me and flipping me over onto my elbows and knees as if I weigh nothing. He slams back into me from behind in a single thrust and I gasp as the air leaves my lungs.

“I’ve had dreams about this. You on your knees, your ass in the air as I fuck you from behind,” he groans, pulling out only to slam back in, hitting that spot inside of me that makes me lose my breath as he does.

“Me too,” I breathe out. My voice sounds almost unrecognizable, coated in a layer of lust that it’s never experienced before.

“Fuck. You’re perfect.” His pace quickens, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust.

The sound of my arousal fills the air, accompanied by both of our moans. My muscles burn as I slam back into him, eager for everything he has to give.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he says, and my hand immediately follows the command. That’s the type of power Asher has over me in this moment. I think he could ask just about anything of me, and I wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.

I hold myself up on one elbow, gripping the sheets for dear life as Asher slams into me from behind. He holds me around my hips, and the strength with which his fingers dig into them, I wouldn’t be surprised if they left bruises.

The idea of it excites me. To know that he marked me. To have bruises on my body that came from something so pleasurable rather than painful.

I slip my hand between my legs, rubbing quick circles over my clit, the fire brewing in my core seconds away from hitting its peak.

“Fuck, Demi,” Asher groans as his movements become frantic, primal. “I need you to be a good girl and come for me. Come all over my cock, baby.”

His words are my undoing as the orgasm hits me hard, and he follows right behind. His body tenses, his fingers gripping me even harder as he releases inside me. He stays there, holding me close for a moment as both of us catch our breath.

Finally, he pulls out of me, and I immediately feel the loss. I turn over on my back, watching him as he walks to the bathroom, coming back seconds later with a damp towel. He goes to clean gently between my legs, and I let him, too exhausted to protest.

I simply lie there, watching him in awe, trying to put together how the player I always knew is also the sweet man standing in front of me right now.

The truth is, I’ve always known there’s more to Asher than meets the eye. It just takes a special person to bring it out of him.

I don’t know how I got lucky enough to be that person for him, but I’m thankful, nonetheless.

After throwing the towel back in the bathroom, he lies back down in bed next to me. He pulls us both under the covers and wraps his arm around me, pulling me into him.

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