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But she’d have been lying.
His large, capable hands caressed her breasts, fingers circling her nipples before lightly pinching and tugging on them.
Zara arched her back, pressing herself into his touch, feeling that lazy spiral of arousal begin to quicken.
He left her mouth to make-out with her breasts and she sighed and squirmed beneath him. Electricity shot from her nipple to her navel when he sucked her into his mouth. Her moans and sighs grew louder, encouraging, desperate, as he did the same thing to the other breast.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, lifting his head and raking his eyes over her. He smoothed his hand over her belly,up her breast, back down, curving around her hip. “Gorgeous doesn’t even cover it.”
She reached between them and took hold of his erection. His eyes rolled back and he cursed under his breath as she pumped his length once. She watched his reaction as she slid her thumb over the tip, smearing the small amount of liquid over the end.
The tendons in his neck grew thick and he closed his eyes, dropping his head forward. “Oh, fuck, Zara.”
His tone, his words, his face, all caused wetness to rush to her center.
She made a soft noise of desperation and his eyes opened to hers. Heat flashed between them and he kneed her legs apart, settling in between them. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and sat back on his heels.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him, sitting up in the moonlight. His dark hair, damp with exertion, messy from her fingers, his hardpacked muscles curving and straining in all the right places. His tall, thick erection standing proud between them.
He rolled the condom on and braced himself over her.
Holding eye contact, he took her hand and brought it down between them.
“Are you wet enough?” he asked, putting her fingers at her entrance.
Her slickness surprised her and she nodded. He moved her hand to his shaft. She encircled his length and he let go, catching her leg behind the knee and pulling it high along his ribs.
He was telling her to guide him in. To put him where she wanted him.
Putting her in control by teaching her how she should be fucked. How she should be loved.
She’d never experienced this kind of intimacy. Sure, they were having sex which was as physically intimate as you could get. But it was all the eye contact. The pauses in between. The gentle check-ins. Like he wanted to make sure she knew it was him who was drawing out her pleasure. That it was Asa who touched her like his life depended on it. That he was the one fully committed to her in this moment.
She lined his cock up with her entrance and lifted her hips. He slowly pushed inside her, pressing in inch by inch until she was full of him. They both moaned.
He started a slow rhythm meant to torture her and she loved every stroke. His breath mingled with hers, their pants in tandem.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled, a light sheen of sweat breaking out along his forehead. “You feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me.”
Maybe she was. Because it felt the same for her.
Like he’d unlocked parts of her body and soul that had been hidden all this time. She’d never been vocal during sex, never saw the point. But she could hear herself now. Didn’t understand it, wasn’t in control of it. The whimpers and moans and cries of a woman awakened.
Asa leaned down and touched his forehead to hers. “Fucking hell, Zara,” he panted. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him hard, her tongue sliding along his. He groaned into her mouth and she clenched around his cock. He slipped a hand between them and started to circle her clit.
“Come with me,” he said, his voice an urgent rasp that did things to her.
She said his name, or tried to, as the delicious tension in her body found its outlet and her sex exploded in a shower of sparks. Her body bowed and bucked and the movement of his hips turned jerky until they were both spent and clinging to one another.
He tried to hold his weight off her body but she wrapped her legs around him, not wanting him to go anywhere yet. An aftershock clenched her core and he groaned in response.
He placed slow, tender kisses all around her face and hairline. Her spent and blissful body relaxed beneath him and she dropped her legs to the side. He slid out of her and pulled her into his arms.
“How does it get better every time?” she asked, breathless and delighted.
“That’s all you, gorgeous.” He kissed her temple, her cheek, her lips.
