Her underclothes were a series of more layers for warmth. He took the hem of her sweater and pulled it up, releasing her long enough to allow it. In the window of separation, she tugged on his sweatshirt to get it free and he obliged.
Off came a long-sleeved T and a short-sleeved T, which she quickly threw on the floor. Her long hair lifted with static electricity and clung to the sweater. Some stray hairs soared over her head. Who cared? She was watching Asher whose gaze landed on her bra and cleavage. She stared at his sloping bare shoulders and her heart thumped. They were so sexy. Ropey muscles that slid into his biceps and toned, defined arms. Her gaze admired the hollow of his collarbone and she let it trail down his chest. Asher was like a smorgasbord of delicious treats that were so tempting she didn’t know where to start. She wanted to look, touch, lick, and kiss his body everywhere at once.
She settled for reaching out and resting her hand flat on his chest just above his heart. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” She didn’t look up at him but felt the heat of his gaze rooted to the top of her head and hand.
“You did?”
“Yes. You were always in such great shape. Saw you swimming and on the volleyball court, working in the heat shirtless. I wanted to do so many things to you then.”
“Like what, Daisy? Tell me what you wanted to do most of all.” His tone was husky and he slipped his hands around her waist to tug her closer.
“Oh… to run my hands up and down the muscles here. And here.” She let her fingers glide and knead his shoulders, sloping downwards over his bare pecs and nipples before reaching down to the six pack of his abs. His stomach reacted with a jump at her soft touch.
“And…”
She leaned forward, and a wave of shyness stopped her. Glancing up, he tilted his head. “Show me. I can’t know what I was missing if you don’t show it to me. Teach me, Daisy.”
She smiled at his teasing tone. Setting her lips on his chest, just above his nipple, she kissed him. Then she moved her mouth and kissed him some more, sliding her tongue up and around his nipple as his fingers tightened around her waist.
He slid one hand into her hair, gathering the strands in his fist and gently letting them fall free. His voice was husky when he said, “Well, I imagined all this hair gliding over some very interesting places. I wondered if it was as soft and silky as it looked.”
She lifted her face long enough to stare at his naked chest. “Is it?”
“It is. It only makes me want more of it.”
“Where do you want me to put it?” Her breath hitched. The ensuing excitement from their little game filled her panties with wetness that began to drip.
“Let me show you where.”
She gulped and nodded, straightening her back as his steaming, hot gaze stayed glued to hers. He lifted each bra strap up, slipping them over her shoulders before his hands went around to her back and disappeared. A moment later, the garment released and she threw it off her body. His hands slid with tenderness and warmth up and down her back, ending right under her armpits. Each hand explored the outside of each bulging breast. She shuddered at the contact. His hands dropped to her stomach, where he explored and kneaded some more before sliding them up to the sides of her boobs. Straining, Daisy’s skin began tingling and she couldn’t wait to shiver at the next trail he chose to blaze.
Hands now anchored at her sides, Asher’s fingers held onto her boobs as he slid his thumbs and palms over the mounds. Softly, with very little pressure, his gaze still drilling hers, he did all he could to please her. Swallowing a moan, she waited, feeling hopeful and needy. She was dying for more.
His thumbs moved in tandem over her nipples. Each was flat and relaxed until he did a few windshield-wiper moves on her nipples. The direct connection between them and her inner core ignited. Her nipples hardened into painful, little knots. Her head fell back with ecstasy that flowed from those twin pinpoints. How could two small spots manage to create so much wonderful havoc inside her body? Blood boiling, his hands were blistering her with so much heat. Daisy’s skin was tingling. On and on he played with her until her legs grew weak. She lifted her hands to use his shoulders for support. Asher’s lips left her mouth, moving down her neck to address the tightened buds. He licked one, going back and forth as he did previously with his thumbs. His teeth gripped it a little tightly, enough to alert her without hurting her and her insides burned like an inferno. She let out a deep, sensual moan and grabbed his hair.
He kissed her nipple, gently bathing it with his lips and tongue, then nipping and nibbling at it. That went on until she was putty in his arms. He switched to the other. She grabbed the abandoned wet nipple with her own fingertips and twisted it, trying to match the ecstasy of what he was doing. The pressure between her legs ached now. She moaned and her head fell. His hands were swirling around her back, dipping down to her butt and coming up again. The next sweep of his wild hands slipped inside the leggings and her underwear. His palms grasped her bare buttocks. She let out a shocked cry as he shoved her closer and higher up until her crotch found the hard hotness of his. All the while, his mouth ceaselessly nipped, bathed, kissed and licked her nipples.
It was too much to conceive. The one person she fantasized about for years was really touching her. Nearly overwhelmed, the heavenly sensations started to drown her, completely steeping her with stimuli until her head started to grow heavy and her eyes felt fuzzy… “Oh!” she screamed when a powerful orgasm engulfed her and he hadn’t even gotten very far.
He took her reaction like a bull takes a red flag. Using both hands, he grabbed her waistband, releasing her wet, tender nipples and shoving the rest of her clothing to her feet. She stepped out of her pants as he was already dropping his. She saw a condom in his hand, which he simply rolled onto his straining penis.
She didn’t have a spare moment to look at or touch or feel him. She needed and wanted more time to stare and explore his body… but oh! this was suddenly happening all at once. And she needed it to happen now.
His hands grabbed her waist, commanding her to submit to him, holding her tightly as his mouth devoured hers. There was no gentle exploring or prodding. He was over her almost at once, filling her entire mouth with his tongue.
He grabbed her waist and lifted her. Taking his cue, she jumped up and managed somehow to wrap her legs around him. He walked with her legs clinging to his waist and her back hit a wall. Eyes closed, her hands around his neck, and holding on for dear life, she let him nearly devour her as the tip of him moved under her bottom. Groping toward its goal. Needing her. Greedy for satisfaction.
Finally, he hit the right spot. She went still and moaned and so did he. His penis pushed boldly inside her. There was no soft tenderness. No need for exploration. Delicious and wet, she allowed him to take her. He was fully embedded in her. His hands gripped her bare butt, and his torso held hers down. He lifted her up and she tilted her hips back and forth to take him deeper inside her and out. He pushed hard too until she all but slammed into the wall.
Exclaiming cries of joy in the glorious wildness of it, and almost out of control, Daisy found herself pinned to the wall in the most thrilling position she’d ever known. “Okay?” he asked, as if he were checking in while gasping for air.
“Harder. SO much harder,” she replied while nodding. She grabbed a hunk of his hair to shove his face back into hers.