Page 108 of For Your Consideration

I didn’t relent, adding an extra finger now to stretch her out, her wetness coating my fingers as I kept sucking. It wasn’t long before she gasped, tensed, and then started shaking as the pressure built in my spine.

Fuck, I was about to come in my pants like an inexperienced teenager. I’d made a mistake leaving my own jeans on. The pressure, the taste of her, and her noises had fucking done me in.

“Asher,” she called out as I helped her ride out her orgasm as I finished in my pants. Once she came down, I kissed her one more time, pulled my fingers out, and then lowered her leg to the ground as her hands moved to my shoulder to steady herself.

When she looked down at me, her eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on my jeans.

“Did you…”

“Come? Yeah, I fucking did.” Her eyes widened. “Tasting you for the first time, feeling you pulse around my fingers… I never stood a fucking chance.”

“That’s…” She gulped, looking at me in a daze. “So fucking hot.”

I stayed on my knees, putting both of my fingers covered in her arousal into my mouth and cleaning them off thoroughly. “Like I said, fucking perfection.”

Rising, I pushed my lips onto hers as her arms looped behind my head. I deepened the kiss, thrilled that she was tasting herself on my mouth.

“Ash,” she mumbled against me as I started placing kisses down her neck. “I…want…more.” Her voice was breathy. “If you can.” Her eyes sparkled with the challenge.

“Don’t need to ask twice.” I hiked her up and she let out a little squeal. “A little more time with my head between your legs and I’ll be ready in no time.”

She let out a laugh. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Pfft.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t work out for nothing. You’re as light as a feather.”

“Wait, is that a puzzle on the table?” Her eyes were locked over my shoulder.

“Sutton, your dripping wet pussy is pressed against my stomach and that was enough to distract you?”

“Well, yeah. I didn’t know you did them. It’s kind of charming.” She pressed a kiss to my nose.

“I love puzzles. I was trying to calm my mind so I pulled it out but it wasn’t working. I don’t keep them around when Sophie’s here.”

“What—”

I pulled her in closer, earning a moan and cutting off whatever she was going to ask.

“You wanted more, Sutton, can’t do that while talking about puzzles.” I maneuvered us upstairs and away from the puzzle, her eyes still filled with lust. Thank fuck she hadn’t been too distracted.

She moved her hips into me as I walked, my cock already starting to harden. With how pent up I was for her, I knew I’d recover quickly from my early release. My door was partially closed, so I kicked it open and placed her down on the bed.

Panting, I memorized the look of her on my bed, cheeks flushed, freckles on display, looking like a perfect goddess I never could have even dreamed up.

She looked around and smiled. “I like the lamps.”

“Don’t give a shit about the lamps, baby. Not with you half-naked in front of me and the taste of you still on my tongue.”

She cleared her throat, looking me up and down. “Seems to me that we have an uneven amount of clothes on.”

Without any more prompting I had my shirt up and over my head and thrown across the room somewhere. My tattoos were on full display and her eyes moved over my chest to the ones she hadn’t seen before. Did I flex a little under her perusal? Yeah, I did.

“Your turn.”

Her shirt went next, leaving her in nothing but a pink bra. It didn’t match the underwear she’d had on but for some reason I fucking loved that.

When she lifted her eyebrow, I knew what she wanted. I slowly unbuckled my jeans, dropping them to the ground, my eyes never leaving hers. She pulled her plump bottom lip between her teeth as she watched me.

I fucking dreamed about those lips.