Page 27 of Diamonds in the Dark
“Stop, you are going to make me explode.” He says as he pulls me back up on my feet and pushes me backwards until the back of my legs touch the bed. He gently pushes me back onto the bed. He climbs on top of me claiming my mouth. Slowly, he makes his way down my neck to my breasts. He stops there and pays special attention to them. Kissing…sucking… massaging. It feels so good that I arch my back to push them closer to him. He slowly makes his way down my body, kissing and nibbling at my stomach. It is pure torture. I shake in anticipation because I know where this is taking him. He reaches his goal and my world splits wide open. If there is heaven on earth, this is it. I am squirming with pleasure, and he is trying to hold me still with his hands on my hips. I push my hips up to give him more access. Just when I think I can't take one minute more, he stops and pulls himself back up to face me.
“Gwen, I love you.” He says as he slides his full length deep inside me. I want to respond to what he said, but his entrance takes my breath away. He feels like he is made just for me. All I can do is make little noises and feel him, feel the heat that we are creating together. It's overwhelming and yet so perfect. I feel like we are going to spontaneously combust. He takes it slow, making sure we both find our ecstasy. He kisses me and touches my face as he moves within me. I feel myself building and I know he is as well. We take the final leap together, holding tight to each other like we are each other's lifelines. If we let go of each other, one of us will float away. Once we are spent, we lay beside each other enjoying the afterglow of our love making, our limbs entwined together. This is happiness. This is pure love. This is what I have always wanted, I think, before I fall asleep, tangled up in Asher.
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I wake up and stretch my body, feeling slight soreness here and there, but it all feels wonderful knowing where it came from. I roll over and I immediately sense the emptiness on his side of the bed. I sit up and look around. I can still smell the scent of him all around me. A slight panic courses through me at his absence, I am afraid he has left, again. Then, the smell of food cooking assaults my nose and I realize he is downstairs cooking, and I am starving. I breathe in a sigh of relief. He is still here, and he can cook. He might really be perfect! I jump out of bed and throw on the pajamas that we discarded and left on the floor last night. Just remembering last night sends chills up my spine. It was wonderful. I half run down the stairs to the kitchen. I am excited to see him and to see what he is cooking. I stop at the kitchen entrance and watch him as he flips pancakes in one pan and eggs in another. Damn, he's even sexy when he's cooking, and the best sight is he is cooking in nothing but his boxers.
“Good morning, Chef Asher.”
He jumps and it's cute. “Sorry I scared you, but I had to know what this sexy chef, in nothing but boxers, is making me for breakfast this morning,” I tease him, while looking him up and down.
He laughs and I see a hint of a blush on his face. “I am making pancakes and eggs. I wasn't really sure what you liked, but I figured I couldn't go wrong with these choices. Surely you like one of them.”
“Actually, I love them both. I also love the man making them.” I answer.
He stops what he is doing and looks at me. He looks stunned and I think maybe I said the wrong thing. Maybe when he said it last night it was out of the heat of passion, maybe he had hoped I forgot he said it. He drops the spatula and walks slowly over to me. He grabs me up in his arms and kisses me with a deeper passion than he showed me last night. I would have never thought that the passion he showed last night could be topped.
“Gwendolyn, we have so much to work out. I have so much I have to tell you and explain, but to hear those words from your mouth. I know we can figure this all out together. I love you with a love I never knew existed until you and that damn ugly hat.
I playfully palm slap him on the forehead. “I love my rustic hat,” I laugh.
To hell with the food right now. I want to be exactly where I am, in his embrace. When we finally let go of each other, we sit down to eat the delicious food he has made us. I notice he isn’t eating again. He's only pushing the food around on his plate. I am starting to wonder if the man ever eats. He looks healthy so I have to assume he eats at some time or another. I am devouring mine and I am not the least bit shy about it. I even help myself to two more pancakes. They are delicious.
“That was amazing, I was starving. How are you not devouring your food?” I ask.
“I am starving, but not for this kind of food.” He looks me in the eye, and I see the desire rising up in them. “Are you finished?” He asks.
“Yes” is all I can get out. I feel his desire, like electricity, crackling in the room.
He takes my hands and pulls me up out of my chair. His eyes are locked onto mine. He unties the drawstring to my pants once again. I step out of them as soon as they hit the floor. I can't get out of them fast enough. The intensity in his eyes has me ready for him. It's like he is making love to me with only his eyes and it's driving me crazy. I can't look away. He scoots the breakfast dishes back out of the way, picks me up and sits me bare assed on the table. He takes me right there. Once we have both found our release and have caught our breath, I suggest we take a shower, and he agrees. He walks away mumbling something about me wanting to ravish him in the shower. I don't think that sounds like such a bad idea.
We get in the shower together and the hot water feels refreshing. I wet my hair and turn around to get my shampoo. He already has it in his hand.
“Turn around and I will wash your hair for you,” he says.
I stand looking at him like an idiot.
“What? No one ever washed your hair before?” he asks.
“No, well, yeah, my mom, Becca, and the ladies at the salon. Not a man,” I say.
“Well, I will be the first man to wash your hair. Now turn that fine ass around.” He laughs.
“You just want to look at my ass. I get it now,” I pout.
He smacks my ass. I get a mouth full of water and spit it into his face. We both stand there looking at each other before we burst out laughing.
“I never would have guessed you to be an ass smacker,” I laugh.
“And I would have never guessed you to be a spitter!” He says, still laughing.
Which just makes us laugh harder. We finally pull ourselves together, and not only does he wash my hair, but he also washes all of me from head to toe. I return the favor of washing him. Making sure I pay a little extra attention in the middle, which in turn, leads to him taking me yet again, up against my shower wall with water raining down on us. It is like we cannot get enough of each other. I have never wanted sex like this, ever. It has always been nice, a couple of times a week or so, but with Asher it's like I have been deprived of this kind of love and now I can’t get enough.
After finishing our extremely long shower and getting dressed, we go downstairs and we feed Sam, who is wrapping himself around both our legs, begging shamelessly for food. When my phone starts ringing, I excuse myself and answer it. It's George. I am kind of shocked to hear from him. I figured we wouldn't be in contact much now that I no longer work for him.
“Gwen, I just wanted to let you know that Edward will not be bothering you anymore. I'm sorry to call and tell you this. I didn't want you to find out later or from someone else.” He pauses. I wait for what's to come next. I have no clue what could be so important that he had to call and tell me himself.
