Chapter 17

JADE

After revealing my reservations about our differences, I feel a weight off my shoulders. I can finally relax, and I’m definitely a lot more hopeful about what the future. Gaining that little piece of insight into how Asher feels about me gives a boost to my confidence. It’s just the that reassurance I needed.

“I’m so happy you decided to stay the night,” says Asher, planting several kisses on my neck.

“Me too,” I moan. “I’d stay every night if I could.”

Reaching down, I unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his waistband. His chest is smooth, and I run my fingers down the center of his body, past his sculpted abs to his belly button. His torso is well defined. I love how his muscles flex under my touch.

“My turn,” he says before pulling delicately pulling my shirt over my head. He runs his hands up and down my back as he kisses the exposed parts of my breasts.

Asher reaches for my bra strap and starts to unsnap it. “Let’s get rid of this,” he says.

He manages to unhook my bra with ease, the cold air makes my nipples taut instantly. The throb of Asher’s hardness pressing against me is a welcome distraction from the stinging I’m experiencing up top.

Asher moves his mouth to my breast and latches onto one nipple and then the other. I moan and cradle his head in my hands. The warmth of his mouth immediately followed by the sting of cold air sends shockwaves through my body as his tongue continues to move around my nipples in tiny wet circles.

Asher releases my breasts, wraps his arms under my ass before standing up.

“Let’s move this party to somewhere a little more comfortable,” he says.

I kiss him and run my fingers through his dark hair as he slowly carries me down the hall to his bedroom. He uses his foot to push the door open and heads for the bed in the center of the most decorated room I’ve seen in the condo. He turns to set me down first, but I have another idea in mind.

“No, Mr. Jordan, put me down and lose the jeans. Then I want you to get on the bed,” I say.

He cocks his head to the side and gently lowers me to the floor.

I like it when he follows my directions.

I reach for his jeans and unbutton them before slowly pulling down his zipper. Asher silently watches me as I help him out of his jeans.

I run my hand over the large bulge in his boxers. “Looks like I have one more present to unwrap tonight.”

Pulling down his boxers, I try to hide the shock on my face. His boxer briefs were snug against his body and somewhat compressed his already large bulge. Now, with his boxers shoved to the floor, his dick stands tall as it’s finally free from its prison.

The room is dark but there’s enough light coming in from the full moon shining through the window. I shimmy out of my own jeans and panties and drop them to the floor. Asher reaches out to touch me, but I swat his hand away.

“It’s not your turn yet, Mr. Jordan,” I whisper.

He smiles and drops his hands by his sides. I watch his dick bob up and down with anticipation, ready and waiting for my next move. I push back him back onto the bed and instantly wrap my hands around Asher’s length, giving him a firm pull. He inhales sharply and holds his breath for a moment, taking in the coolness of my hand, his cock quickly warming my palms.

I try and fail to completely wrap my hands around the throbbing girth of him. Managing as best I can, I slowly stroke him up and down, twisting my hands in opposite directions. Asher moans and writhes around on the bed. I finally bring my mouth down over the mushroom tip of his member, working my tongue in waves.

He lets out a loud hiss as I work my way down his shaft, taking most of him into my mouth. Slowly, I work my way back up and twirl my tongue around the tip again.

Asher says something under his breath, but I’m too focused on the task at hand to hear exactly what he said.

Repositioning myself, I trace the large vein on his thickness with my tongue, enjoying every gasp, murmur and moan coming from his lips. Not wanting to drag out the moment for too long, I drop my mouth back to the tip of his dick and bob up and down his shaft. I suck, slurp and stroke him until the rhythm of his breathing changes. He grabs the back of my head and helps thrust in and out of my mouth.

“Fuck!”

Asher thrusts one last time and fills my mouth with his warm sweet cum. I keep sucking, wanting every drop before swallowing. I move up to hover over him and see that he’s breathing hard, his eyes clenched shut as a look of pain coats his face.

“Are you okay?” I ask concerned. Was I too rough?

“Yes, but I think you paralyzed me,” he chuckles softly, frozen still, as I collapse on top of him laughing too.

“That was amazing,” he whispers.

I kiss his neck as he wraps his arms around me. “You deserve it, especially after you had me so weak in the knees after our last date. I had to get you back. Are you ready for round two? Because I’m ready whenever you are.”

Asher laughs and gives me a tight squeeze. “I’m not quite ready for anything just yet. I need a few more minutes to recover. But I’m sure I can manage something special in the meantime. Lie on your stomach. I want you to relax.”

I slide off his hard body and wait patiently as we maneuver ourselves into a new position. He grabs something off the nightstand closest to the bed, and then I hear the pop of a top opening before I hear Asher rubbing his hands together. It must be oil.

His touch is warm from the start as he begins at my shoulders, gliding down my body with his strong hands. Every move feels so good and I’m not sure if he’s trying to set the mood or put me to sleep. All the tension in my body instantly leaves as Asher applies light pressure all over me. He works his way lower and lower and spends quite a bit of time deep massaging my ass. Asher then takes his time and kisses each cheek.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” he says. “Turn over.”

I obediently roll over, watching him get more oil to massage the front of my body. His hands slide down my breasts, leaving a glistening trail in their wake. He kisses me and I wrap my legs around him. His manhood rubs against my belly, and once I feel his warmth and stiffness, I can’t wait any longer. I reach down, grab his dick and stroke slowly up and down, feeling him grow longer and harder in my hands.

“I’m ready now,” he says before reaching over and retrieving a condom from the nightstand. The wrapper crackles for a moment and Asher slides his hand between my thighs. He gently guides himself to the opening of my body and slowly pushes forward.

It hurts a little, accepting his massive size as my body tries to reject the intrusion, but I force myself to relax, allowing my body to adjust to the size of him with a deep breath.

“That’s it, relax,” he coaches. “But tell me if I’m hurting you. I’ll stop whenever you say if the pain is too much.”

He takes his time, inching his way into my body as I warm up with each thrust. Each stroke goes deeper inside, leaving me breathless as my body melts into his.

I moan into the side of Asher’s neck and slowly bring my hips to meet his. Locking my legs around his body, I fight to eliminate any distance between us.

“Don’t stop,” I moan. “Keep going.”

Asher keeps pumping in and out of me as I dig my nails into his back. He reaches down and slides his arm under one of my legs, opening me up even wider before pounding deeper and deeper inside, hitting unreached depths of my sweet spot. I reach down and grab onto his hips to join his rhythm. We’re both thrusting so hard, I can’t tell if I’m fucking him or he’s fucking me. Either way, the orgasm slams into me like a brick wall and my whole body throbs. It’s not long before Asher erupts in a series of moans himself, shuddering against my body. We ride the wave together as our bodies both continue to rock until we’ve released every ounce of our pent-up energy.

Our chests rise and fall together as we breathe heavily. We stay like this for a few moments, not wanting to let go of the tight embrace.

“As much as I enjoy being balls deep inside of you, I think we need to go get cleaned up,” Asher finally says, slowly leaving my embrace.

“You first,” I say. “I’ll wait until you finish.”

We kiss before he leaves the room and I’m left in the darkness of the night, replaying each pleasurable moment of the evening. I wish there was a way for me to hit rewind on my favorite parts so I can relive the experience again and again.

After Asher finishes up in the bathroom I stumble my way out of the bed.

“Someone is a little weak in the knees again,” says Asher before kissing my neck softly.

I smile and regain my balance. “You take a lot out of me. I might need some assistance if we have another night like this one.”

Asher grabs his phone and pretends to dial someone. “Let me find you a wheelchair then, because we’re definitely going to have more nights like this.”

I roll my eyes with a smile, shaking my head before closing the bathroom door behind me. I make quick work of cleaning myself so I can hurry back to Asher. Exiting the bathroom, I see him in bed with the sheets pulled back.

“I have a spot ready and waiting just for you,” he says, patting the spot next to him.

I slide into the soft sheets and press myself against his body. He wraps his arms around me and kisses the back of my neck. I don’t know about him, but I’m completely exhausted. Sleep is calling my name and I can’t wait to answer.

“I never want to let you go,” he says after a few moments of silence.

I place my hands over his and snuggle down deeper into the sheets.

“Then don’t.”