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He undid her jeans and pushed them down her hips. He helped her step out of them before sliding her black panties down next. Moving his hands over her thighs and around her hips and back again, he lifted his eyes to hers.
The raw hunger she saw there made her knees weak.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said before kissing below her bellybutton while maintaining eye contact.
She let out a little whimper and he moved his mouth lower, placing hot, wet kisses along her upper thighs and across her bikini line. One hand hooked behind her knee and he positioned her leg over his shoulder, opening her to him.
She’d never been affected like this. With every hot caress she knew she would be altered forever. Never again would she be able to feign ignorance of what she was capable of experiencing. And the way he touched her, with reverence and care, convinced her that she should only experience this type of adulation in her life.
He used his mouth and his hands to hold her open and dismantle her one breathless pant at a time. Her head tipped back against the wall as she moaned and whimpered, the pleasure so new and rewarding.
And overwhelming.
“Asa,” she whimpered. “I can’t!”
It felt too good. She was unraveling in a way she knew she’d never fully put herself back together.
“You can,” he replied with conviction. “Let go, baby,” he encouraged. “Let me give this to you.”
So many sensations bombarded her, his beard on her inner thighs, his tongue dancing and flicking over her clit, his lips sucking and kissing, his hands stroking and entering, his words coaxing and encouraging.
Her orgasm built quickly, spiraling toward her center in a reckless, unexpected pressure.
“Ace!” she cried, feeling her entire world about to come apart. “I’m…I’m,” she panted, unsure what she needed to say. It was all too much. Way too much. So much more than she’d ever experienced or deserved.
He groaned his praise, sending vibrations through her sex. It sent her over the edge, flying into an oblivion of ecstasy.
He held her hips in a firm grasp as his mouth lapped up the result of his determination. Both of her hands were in his hair and she knew she was holding him too tight but she couldn’t stop rocking herself against his mouth, as wave after wave crashed through her.
Her body shook and trembled as she came down from the most intense orgasm of her life. He slowed his ministrations, reading her body language like he was born to it.
“That’s my girl,” he growled against her inner thigh, his hands stroking and kneading the muscles of her hips and ass. “That’s my fucking girl,” he said again, kissing his way up to her belly and slowly getting to his feet.
Her body sagged against him and he caught her. He brushed her wild hair out of her face, his eyes taking in the aftermath of his handywork.
She gripped his wrists and tried to blink her way back to coherency.
He’d ruined her. He’d dismantled her body on a molecular level and reassembled it so that he would only ever be the one who knew how to touch it.
A sideways smile slowly spread across his face like he knew exactly what she’d just been thinking. And maybe he did. Maybe he was an actual wizard because what had just happened was definitely magical.
“That was—” she started to say but his mouth was on her neck and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
He hummed against her skin as he went to work on the hooks of her bra. It released and he slipped the straps down her arms, only pulling away far enough to let the clothing drop to the floor. He tugged his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Her breasts pressed against his warm chest and he held her to him. She was all supple limbs and satisfied sighs as he brought her to the bed and laid her down in the center.
He discarded his jeans and boxers before joining her.
She reached for him, needing more. To touch him, to hold him, to make sure he was real and not a very powerful fever dream.
“Your skin,” he murmured between indulgent kisses. “Is impossibly soft.” He skimmed his mouth over her neck like he was memorizing the texture of it. His hands roamed like theywere on their own exploratory mission so she allowed hers to do the same.
She was jealous of the ink that graced his arms, wishing she too could wrap herself around him and stay forever.
His round shoulders were solid and warm like a stone left in the sun. His chest firm, with dark hair sprinkled across the expanse and trailing down his flat abs.
He was so hot and he smelled so good. How did he smell this good? She couldn’t remember a man ever smelling amazing to the point of actually turning her on. It was some combination of his soap and shampoo and deodorant and whatever he used on his beard. She grabbed his face and pressed her mouth to his and he groaned when her tongue slipped into his mouth. She tasted him and her mixed together and if anyone had asked her if that was something she’d enjoy she’d have said no.
