Maybe, when I was younger, I’d wanted that. Now, I didn’t. Now, I wanted more. I wanted everything he had to give, and I knew what that looked like.
The one time he’d fucked me.
When he’d claimed me like he was an animal claiming his mate.
I wanted that again.
God, I wanted it so badly.
When he loomed over me, keeping space between us, I arched my back, making sure we connected. When my breasts rubbed against his cut, I bit my lip but couldn’t stop myself from moaning because it felt so decadent to be naked when he was, all told, fully dressed.
"Do you know," I whispered, "since that first time, you’ve only ever—" I swallowed back the word. "—fucked me in a bedroom?"
"No, no way."
Shakily, hopefully, I nodded.
His head wobbled from side to side. "No."
"Yes." I smiled at him, wondering if it looked as broken as I felt. "It’s okay," I tried to appease.
His hands reached for mine, and when he bridged them then raised them over my head, he stated, "That was on me. Not you. I-I genuinely didn’t realize—"
As his words waned, I found myself believing him. He hadn’t realized.
Licking my lips, I asked, "You lost control with me once."
"I lose control every time with you, baby girl," he rumbled, but again, I shook my head at him.
"No. You don’t. I don’t want you to think I’m complaining, because I’m not, but if you’d like to lose control around me more often, I wouldn’t be upset about that."
His lashes drifted closed. "I let you down—"
"No," I snarled, not willing to let him take the blame. "I could’ve brought the subject up, Storm. I didn’t. In fact, I sneaked away from it.
"I was a coward, but that was in the past. The old me was like that. I’m not that Keira anymore. This is me, asking for what I need, willing to take it if you won’t give it to me."
His smile broke my heart then put it back together again. "I really believe that."
"You should. You should believe it. It’s true. I want you, Storm. All of you. Good and bad. I want you to want me too—not just the parts that you think are pure, but the parts that have really, really, really impure thoughts about you too."
"About me, huh?" His grin was dopey. "I think I like that."
I knew my eyes twinkled as I looked up at him. "So you should. I have really great, dirty thoughts."
"Like what? Care to share?"
Grinning at him, I repeated his words back to him, "There’s at least one or two things I have to knock off my list every day for the rest of my life."
He laughed, then he stopped looming over me and pressed his weight into me. When his mouth hovered over mine, I knew why.
He was waiting.
Waiting for me.
So I raised my head, let our lips collide and I sank into him as much as he sank into me.
With a groan, I let him take the lead because I had no desire to rule over him, I just wanted him to shatter over me as much as I shattered beneath him.
My nails dug into the spaces between his knuckles as he supped from my lips with the tenderness I was used to, but it lasted for a split second before he was biting into me, grabbing my bottom lip and tugging it back and down, thrusting his tongue against mine, devouring me like I’d always craved. Like I’d always needed.
With a high-pitched mewl, I felt the bonds of his control begin to snap, and it felt so good that I arched my hips, then spread my legs, letting them come to his ass, digging my heels into his butt as I rocked against him from underneath.
Every time I did so, my pussy dragged against his dick, and the throbbing silk felt so good against me that I pulled back and moaned, "I missed you so fucking much, Storm."
He snarled against my mouth, "Every second without you felt like a fucking lifetime, baby girl."
I let out a sob as I felt his words resonate with me, and while tears pricked my eyes, I was so glad when he pulled back, then started kissing down the length of me.
As he did, his mouth curved over my nipples, tasting first one, then the other, biting the flesh with his lips, then raking his teeth over them. As he nibbled, I groaned, thrusting them further into him, then wriggled against him some more, digging my heels harder into him, getting myself off more than him.
When I came, it happened so fast that I didn’t expect it. It was a small burst, but it felt so good that I cried out, my body tensing with delight as my nerve endings shimmered with the release.
Moaning through it, it took me a while to realize he’d come. I felt the slickness of it, the heat, and I blinked dazed eyes open and whispered, "You just came on me."
I wasn’t disgusted, just shocked.
He laughed. "You looked so beautiful, baby girl. How couldn’t I?"
Still dazed, I groaned, "You’ve never done that before either."
"A day for firsts?"
"Many firsts," I rasped, loving how slick I was now, how wet and messy—damn, it felt so good. So delicious. So wonderful.
When he untangled our fingers, I was almost disappointed, but then he moved down my body again, going further, until he was between my legs, his knees on the ground and he was staring up at me, over the curves and divots of my body, his face so close to my cum-slicked pussy.
A shocked breath escaped me when he shot me a smirk, then his mouth moved to my clit. I screamed when he sucked down hard on it, sliding his tongue around it, circling before suckling and tormenting it. He hummed as he did, moaning like he was getting off on it, and as shock and surprise made love to each other, my body was busy being ridden hard to the stars.
When he fluttered his tongue along the edge, then moved down, sucking on my pussy lips, then flickering around my slit, I rumbled, "No more condoms."
He paused. "What?"
"No more condoms. I’m on the pill. We don’t need them."
The pause turned into a hesitation. "Are you sure?"
"I’m sure."
"But after what we just talked about—"
"Gives me even more reason to trust that I’m safe with you." I rocked my hips. "Don’t stop. That felt good."
He didn’t answer, but after a few seconds, his mouth returned to my pussy, and when he got me off, a hard and fast one, he jumped to his feet, then slapped his cock against my slickness.
"Fuck, do you know how much I’ve wanted this?" he whispered, looking down at us, bare, as if we were a magic box he was only now just allowed to open.
As he ground his dick into me, his cock rubbing over my clit, I muttered, "I want everything, Asher. I want everything you have to give. The gross stuff and the beautiful stuff and the raw stuff and the needy stuff.
"If you need to jack off, I want to see it, and if you want me so badly that you think you’re going to burst, I want to be there when that happens—no more denying me what’s my right. Do you understand me?"
He nodded, but his fascinated gaze was where we were both on the brink of coming together.
I surged upward, surprising him when I grabbed his cheeks, forced him to look at me, and demanded, "Asher, do you hear me? No more denying me what’s my right."