I wasn’t afraid of trying something new because I knew Asher would be patient with me.
I reached down and grasped his hard cock.
My core clenched with longing because I wanted him inside me so badly.
He moved his fingers, and I lifted my hips and put him where I needed him.
I sank down slowly, and he filled me until I let out a long, satisfied sigh.
Everything about being intimate with Asher felt right.
Sensual…
Passionate…
Carnal…
And I knew it was always going to end in the most satisfying way imaginable.
I was addicted to him, this demanding but adoring lover who made me lose my mind every time he touched me.
I rose and fell, savoring the feeling of him filling me over and over again while he tormented my breasts.
“Asher,” I murmured.
He gripped my hips and ground them down every time he entered me again.
He pulled me deeper.
Harder.
Within moments, I was gyrating against him, reaching for the orgasm that I knew was inevitable.
I grabbed the headboard behind his head, hanging on for balance and to get him deeper.
I whimpered as he sucked my nipple hard and guided my hips to give us both what we needed.
“Fuck!” he cursed. “I need you to come for me, Sierra.”
He was on the edge, and I knew it.
He reached between my thighs and strummed my clit.
The orgasm that had been slowly unfurling started to rush forward with a force that was almost frightening.
“Asher!” I called out. “Yes!”
My core spasmed and my body trembled with the force of my climax.
So many sensations…
So much raw pleasure…
My body couldn’t take anymore.
“I love feeling you come around my cock,” Asher rasped. “You’re never going to feel anything but pleasure with me, baby.”
He gripped my hips hard and pulled me down until he was buried to his balls.