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“Asher, I swear to fucki—”

Her words cut off as I lean forward and suck her clit right into my mouth.

She gasps, her back shooting off the bed as she grips the sheets beneath her. I don’t let up, flicking my tongue over her clit before trailing it through her wetness.

“So fucking sweet, baby,” I whisper into her as her taste explodes over my tongue.

Shivers rack through her and she lifts her hips, trying to get herself closer to me. I grip her hips, yanking her into me as close as I can get her, a groan vibrating up my throat.

I eat her like a starving man, spearing my tongue inside of her, desperate for what her taste does to me. I tease her, building her up to the brink before slowing down, licking her languidly as I deny her the release that she’s so desperate for.

I do it over and over until she’s practically panting beneath me, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Only then, when she’s so frustrated that I know all it’ll take is a single touch to explode, do I finally give her what she’s craving.

I lean forward, sucking her clit into my mouth hard and that’s it for her.

“Asher,” she calls out as she explodes onto my tongue.

I lap up her release, not leaving a single drop. I lick her slowly as she comes down, her breaths slowing as she settles.

I look up at her, licking my lips, satisfaction sinking its way into my core. Demi has been with men who made her feel like she was broken,themnot makingherfeel good. She thought it was her fault. She thought she wasn’t capable of it.

To be the one to show her that it was never her, to be the one to give her the pleasure she’d been denied for so long. I guess, more than anything, I feel honored.

I also feel like I want to do it over and over again. The sound of her calling out my name as she fell apart is possibly the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. It may have been a first for her, but it felt like a first for me too, but in an emotional sense.

Don’t get me wrong, I love sex, but being physical with a woman has always felt somewhat like a transaction for me. I get a hell of a lot out of that transaction, but that’s all it is, nonetheless.

With Demi, it’s different. It’s an experience. I feel connected to her in a way that I haven’t felt to any other person. Her pleasure is my pleasure.

“That was, well, I don’t even have the words to describe what that was,” she whispers, looking up at me with stars in her eyes as I climb back over her. I reach down, brushing her wild hair off her face.

“It was perfect, baby. Really fucking perfect.” I smile down at her.

She lifts her head, bringing her lips to mine. I cradle her head, kissing her back slowly.

It should be weird, kissing Demi, seeing her naked, watching her come apart on my tongue. It should be weird to transition from being friends for so long to more, but it’s not.

It feels natural, right. Like it’s what we were meant to be doing all along.

It makes me wonder if we were ever really friends at all. Were we always destined to be more but were just too scared to face the possibility of everything that came with it? Or maybe we needed everything to happen the way it did to lead us to this moment now.

Regardless of what the reasoning is, I know that this, us, is how it’s meant to be.

It may have taken us a while to figure it out, but now that I have Demi in my arms, now that I’ve felt her lips pressed against mine, now that I’ve tasted her, there’s no fucking way I’m ever letting her go.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

Demi

I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s a strange sensation that makes the kiss all that much more alluring. All this time, I’d been made to feel like a physical relationship was something I could never have.

I’d never fully enjoy it, and if I wasn’t enjoying it, how was my partner supposed to?

But it was never me. I was just too caught up in the semantics of it all to see it.

From the moment I saw Asher, our physical connection made me question everything I had previously thought. But then, all it took to cement that doubt was a single touch from him.

The second he kissed me, I knew that it was different. And then he kissed me where no other person ever had and had me practically begging within seconds.

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