Page 9 of Coming Home

Asher grips my shoulder and fists his other hand in my hair. “Sam, what are you doing?” he asks breathlessly.

“I want you Asher,” I tell him as I look up at him.

He shakes his head and groans. “Sam, we don't…” He swallows hard, struggling to keep his composure. “Babe, we don’t have any protection.”

I love that he cares about me enough to protect me instead of just taking what I offer. I know now that my decision to sleep with him is the right one, and that I can trust him with all of me.

“I’m on the pill,” I tell him softly, looking up at him.

His eyes widen in surprise. “When did…” He grits his teeth as I lick the tip of his dick. He swallows before asking, “Are you sure?”

“I love you, Asher. I’m sure.” I’ve said those three words before, but never meant them like I do now. Never felt it like I do now.

My body feels like it's a livewire. I'm strung so tight I feel like I'm about to explode.

He pulls me up to him for a kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth. Tasting. Exploring.

“Then let me do this right. Lay back, baby,” he tells me as he gently pushes me to lie on my back. His gaze travels down my body and I shiver, but not from the cold. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

He lightly runs his hands up my legs and over my thighs to pull my panties down slowly. I watch as he leans forward, spreading my legs wide and burying his face between them. I feel his breath first and I twitch.

“Don’t move,” he tells me, and I can feel the vibration of his words down there. He's so close. But not close enough.

“Asher!” I’m panting now.

He lays down flat on the floor between my spread legs, and my nails claw at the floor the moment his fingers spread my cunt and his tongue makes that first long, slow lick.

I gasp, my breathing hard as my body shakes when his raspy wet tongue licks me again while his thumb rubs my clit.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs against me.

I reach between us and grab a bunch of his hair as he slowly inserts one finger and begins to piston it in and out, allowing me to adjust before adding another digit.

I moan, eyes closing as my head whips side to side to the rhythm of his fingers, moving faster and faster while he licks and sucks my wet cunt.

“Oh, yes!” I call out as my body bows and spasms.

Eyes closed, I feel him move and stretch above me, his fingers replaced by his dick at my entrance.

“Babe, please. I’m so wet, I just need you inside me,” I tell him, still riding my orgasm.

I open my eyes as he braces above me and I can see the question there. I spread my legs wider, giving him the answer he seeks. My heart races as he sinks slowly, inch by inch, before thrusting in me.

I gasp at the fullness of him taking my virginity. The mix of pain and pleasure is a strange sensation, but I absolutely love it.

Asher pauses, concerned for me, but I can see he is barely able to hold himself back. He pulls out almost completely and I look between us to see a little blood coating his dick.

“Asher.” I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his shoulder as I whisper in his ear. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

He thrusts back into me and lets out a groan of pleasure. There is a pleased look of wonder on his face, and I can tell he loves this uninhibited and wild side of me.

I surrender to him completely, and forget everything else but the two of us at this moment as he begins to move with deep slow strokes.

Moaning, I move my hips, trying to find a rhythm. Then his thrusts become hard and deep, and the feel of him inside me drives me toward the edge.

In the hotel room, my damp skin from the shower is a tactile reminder of that day, and my hands move under my towel, my fingers sliding between my folds to move to the rhythm of our lovemaking in the memory…

The wind blows sprays of rainwater on me through the Treehouse window. The droplets pearl on my skin and I shiver, both from the pleasure of Asher moving inside me and from the chill of the wind and water.

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