Madison

Seeing Asher at my house is something I will never get used to. He hasn't come inside. The door hangs open with both of us frozen in space.

I remember what I'm wearing at that moment and not before, and I feel like an idiot.

I've had these pajamas for forever, but I never leave my room when wearing them. They hide nothing, and Asher notices. I can tell by the flush on his cheeks and the way his jaw is hardened.

Getting to see him react to me like that though is a heady feeling, but I cross my arms over my chest all the same.

"Can I come in?" he says, and it sounds as dangerous as I know it will be.

I swallow, my mouth dry. I nod, and he slides in pass me, his body brushing mine as he does. I shiver.

He stops in the living room, unsure of where I want him, and I take a second to look him over.

Now that I've seen him without a shirt, it's all I can picture.

Is it like this for everyone? Are they this turned on all of the time? Is there something wrong with me?

I think of Beau and my mother and them thinking I'm a whore.

Then I look at Asher as he turns to look at me, and they can't be right. And if they are, maybe I want to prove them right for once.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he starts, "I didn't want you to think I didn't want you."

"I know."

"I didn't mean how it came across."

"Asher, I know."

"You know?"

"You want better for us."

"You deserve better," he says. "You deserve everything."

"Asher, do you want me?"

"Madison, I've never wanted anyone more in my entire life."

"Then show me."

"Where your room?" Asher asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"First on the right."

At that, he crosses the room in moments and lifts me so my legs straddle his waist. Our mouths touch, his hungry on mine.I push my hands through his thick hair and moan from deep within me as his tongue slips into my lips and rubs against my own.

I can feel him hard beneath me, and he pulls me harder against it as he stops and breaths a curse as he closes his eyes.

Asher navigates to my room like he's been there before. He holds me and I rub myself against the hardness in his jeans.

He lays me on the bed and I sit up to watch his shirt slip off of his body. His hands go to his jeans, unbuttoning the top button, but I stop him.

"Can I do it?"

Asher closes his eyes again and tilts his head back. I can see the outline of his length as his jeans hug it closely. I swallow and wonder what he'd taste like.

I slip off of the bed and walk towards him. He looks at me, up and down like he wants to drink all of me in.

I feel powerful when he looks at me like that. I feel like I can do anything.

When I get to him, I run my hands over his chest and listen to how his breath stops and starts as they run over him. He stomach clenches as I touch the abs there. I tease the top of his jeans with my fingertips, and he looks down at me.

"Lay on the bed."

He does. His body makes my bed look small and breakable.

The room is dark but I can see every inch of him, and I want to taste all of him.

I move to the bed but stand before it and lift the edge of my tank top up. I can hear Asher's breathing quicken.

"Madison."

I let my shirt fall to the ground and I can feel my nipples tighten by the air and by Asher's eyes on me.

"Fuck, Madison."

I grab my breasts and look at him, squeezing.

He curses under his breath and releases his cock from his jeans, slipping them down his legs and onto the floor.

Asher grabs his dick in hands and squeezes watching me. I throw my head back and moan loudly at the sight. I've never seen anything hotter in my life.

I hear him get off of the bed before he picks me up and lays me on it. He kisses my throat as his hands touch my breasts. I suck in a breath before he runs his tongue over my nipple while his fingers squeeze the other.

I arch my back off of the bed and grab his head, wanting him to suck harder. I feel alive.

He releases it and looks at me while he slips his hand into my shorts and past my panties. I know they're wet. I can't help it. He runs a finger up and down my lower lips before he slips one in and I already feel stars behind my eyes.

I buck against his hand and I hear him groan loudly before dipping down his head and replacing his fingers with his tongue. He touches me with his tongue, sliding against me and making me wild. I rock against its softness harder and harder and feel the vibration of him growing as he pushes his mouth against me.

I ride the sensation harder and harder over the edge as I scrape my nails on any part of him I can touch. He grabs me from behind as I come back down from the high.

I pull at him until he's above me, but after Asher looks at me and his hand touches my face, he slips away.

I sit up and see him pull on a condom, his cock looks painfully hard.

I'm nervous, and it must show on my face.

"Madison, we don't have to if you're not ready."

"No, I'm ready."

"Madison."

"Asher, please. Please."

He joins me back on the bed. Raised above me, I can feel him at my entrance. His eyes search my face, and I nod.

Asher glides softly in, and it's uncomfortable at first. I feel too full, but he's slow, allowing me to adjust.

After a few moments, I can feel the heat again beyond the twinge of pain from before. I touch his shoulders and look into his eyes. "I'm okay."

Asher moves with more force now, inch by inch, until I'm full again. I move to meet him as he slips in again and again. His rhythm gets faster, and I meet him thrust for thrust.

We're together, and it's a perfect fit.

Heat in my stomach coils again, tighter and tighter until it releases and I cry out. Asher curses again, changing his rhythm into something less focused.

He shudders moments later before laying his head on my shoulder.

Our breaths are all I can hear in this quiet house.