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Maybe a part of me has always been. Even back when I was a shy teen with a silly crush and a poster on my wall.
But nothing about this feels silly.
His pace quickens. Our bodies glisten with sweat, and the room fills with heavy breathing and cries of passion. I feel that familiar ache deep in my belly. It begins as a flutter and grows into a firestorm.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” Asher says knowingly.
“Yes,” I practically moan.
Leaning back on his heels, he pushes my knees to my chest and then sucks his thumb into his mouth. “Next time, you’re going to do this,” he says, a moment before he takes that wet finger and presses it directly against my clit. I let out a deep groan. “And I’m going to watch.”
I don’t know whether it’s the way he’s moving deep inside me, the slick circles he’s making with his thumb, or the erotic pictures he’s painting with his words, but suddenly I’m hurtling over the edge. “Asher, yes!” I chant yes about a dozen more times as my orgasm takes over, and I ride every wave of rippling pleasure.
“You’re squeezing my cock like a vise grip, Merc,” he says between thrusts. His hands slide up to my waist and tighten. “I want to flip you over. Think you can take it?”
“Yes.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls out, flips me over, grabs my hips, and plunges back in.
“Oh, holy shit!” I cry out, my voice muffled by my face pressed into the mattress and bed linens.
Ask me if I care?
He doesn’t fuck me like a breakable virgin. He fucks me hard, and I gladly take it all, crying out his name as he grunts mine and comes deep inside me, filling the condom I hate that we have to use.
Because there is one thing I know for certain.
Asher may be my first, but I’d give almost anything for him to be my last.
My one and only.
Chapter Twenty-Five
ASHER
I’ve learned two things about Mercury when it comes to sex. She’s super creative and incredibly insatiable.
I wasn’t really sure what to expect when she asked me, all those weeks ago, to be her first. Like I told her, it’s not something I have experience with. I wasn’t sure whether we should take it slow or if she would be sore afterward. I barely remember my first time, and I doubt I lasted more than a few seconds.
I wanted more for Mercury.
I clearly had no idea what I was in for.
But I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised. Mercury has been just that, a constant surprise, since she materialized on the side of the road two months ago.
She’s so much more than the shy, quiet woman I stood beside on the red carpet. She’s confident and smart as a tack. She takes on problems head-on and tries new things, even when she’s scared.
When it comes to sex, she’s no different.
That early shyness and embarrassment have melted away, leaving a strong, sexy woman who takes what she wants and asks for it. She is also very open to suggestions.
Like shower sex, for instance…
“Harder,” she pleads as I drive into her from behind. She’s pressed against the tile as hot water rains down on us.
“See, I told you I’d get you against a wall,” I tease her, deliberately slowing my movements. She whimpers. I grin. “Do I get bonus points for it being in the shower too?”
She grinds her ass against me. I can’t help but curse as it tumbles from my lips. “You get bonus points if you make me come in the next thirty seconds.”
