Page 69 of Bleeding Hearts

I never questioned it much when Jake hadn’t wanted to do that to me. I sucked his dick plenty of times, but when it came down to it, he never wanted to return the favor. He said it wasn’t his thing and we never discussed it again.

Now I’m wondering why I let it go so easily.

But I’m also happy that I did. A lot of my firsts were not worth the memory, but this one was.

This was a first that I got to share with him, a first I would never regret but rather always hold close.

I press my body against Asher’s as he kisses me, devouring my mouth in the most delectable way. I revel in the feel of his skin pressed against my own. My hands run up and down his back and I drag my nails over it, causing him to groan into my mouth.

A second wave of heat floods my core and I drag my hand between us, using it to unsnap the button of his jeans. He pulls away when I do, his golden-brown eyes that I could get lost in, that make me feel safe, looking down at me.

“Are you sure? I told you we can take it slow if you need, Demi.” There’s no hint of a lie in his words.

He doesn’t feel the need to pressure me. He simply cares about me more than getting his own relief.

I don’t think any man has ever cared about me that way. Cared enough to put me before their own needs, to put me first. My heart pounds against my chest, filling with a foreign feeling that warms me from the inside out.

“Fuck slow. I want you.” I pull down the zipper.

He stands from the bed, watching me as he pulls his jeans and boxers down his legs in one go until he stands completely naked before me.

My eyes trail over his bare skin, his hard chest and muscular abs, down to where his cock, much bigger than any other I’ve ever seen, is rock hard, saluting me from where he stands.

“You’re fucking huge.” The words leave my lips without thought, shock coating my tone. I feel myself immediately flush, embarrassed at my lack of a filter.

He throws his head back, laughing, but I’m serious. I mean, he’s really fucking big. Nerves shoot through my veins when I think about how he’s supposed to fit inside me.

Though the nerves are overshadowed by the overwhelming need I feel for him as he climbs back over me, a cocky smirk on his face.

I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling his face back toward me and kissing the smirk right off his face. Our kisses grow hungry as we cling to each other, trying to get as close as we can.

He rolls his hips against me, his hard cock rubbing up against my bare pussy, nothing to separate us.

“Shit,” he says, his voice breathless as he pulls away. “I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t have a condom? You always have a condom,” I say, surprised. I chew on my lip, thinking before letting out what I say next. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in, well, years. If you say you’re okay, I trust you.”

“I’m clean. I got tested a few months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since then. I’ve never not used a condom before. But only if you’re sure, Demi. I can wait.”

“You haven’t been with anyone in months?” I ask, surprised it’s been that long for him.

I knew Asher slept around when I first started hanging out with him. I mean, I’ve been witness to him taking home other girls. I’ve been his wingwoman, for fuck’s sake. Now that I think about it, though, it has been a while since I’ve seen him with anyone else. I guess I never noticed when that stopped.

“Yeah, it’s been around six months. Since that night I lost the bet with you and had to buy you tacos.” He laughs, his eyes drifting closed like he remembers it. “It felt like something shifted after that day. Or maybe nothing shifted, and I felt it all along, but I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I didn’t want anyone else. I just wanted you, Demi. I just want you.”

“I’m sure,” I say with no hesitation, his words making me feel secure in a way I’ve never felt with a man before.

He leans down to kiss me again as he lines himself up with my center. He pushes inside slowly. I’m wet enough that it’s more of a sweet pain as he stretches me open inch by inch.

“There you go, baby. You’re taking all of me like such a good girl,” he whispers in my ear as he pushes all the way inside of me. I clench around him, a new wave of arousal flooding me at his words.

Then he starts to move, slowly, in and out, his cock hitting a part of me I didn’t know existed with every thrust. I throw my head back as a moan falls from my lips and my nails claw into his back, wanting him closer, deeper.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against my lips. I can feel the smile on them. “You take me so fucking perfectly, your pussy swallowing my cock like it was made for it.”

“Asher,” I whimper as he picks up his pace.

His thrusts are long and quick, his abdomen rubbing over my clit and his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with each movement. It’s the perfect combination that has fire building in my core, desperate for relief.

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