❁ Asher ❁

Junie’s bedhead creates wild waves in her dark hair. I reach up to wrap a curl around my finger just as she wraps her fingers around my dick. Her lips taste mine before she straddles my thighs. I’m forced to let go of her hair when she lifts the pink panda nightgown over my head. She then tugs off her flannel nightgown and gives me the view I’ve been fantasizing about since she first skated into my life.

“I don’t have condoms,” she whispers against my cheek before nipping at my ear. “Never needed them at the house since I’ve never enjoyed tiddlywinks with a guy here. Should I run to the store to get some now?”

Cupping her luscious breasts in my hands, I pinch the nipples between my knuckles. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m on birth control, so no worries about little Ferrers running around in nine months.”

“I wasn’t worried.”

“I was,” she says, stroking my dick with both of her hands. “I’m not done practicing motherhood on my cat. I’ll probably need a decade more to ensure I know what I’m doing.”

“Stop talking about your cat.”

“I can’t help it. When I’m nervous, I can only talk about my cat.”

“Then I’ll ignore you,” I say, tugging her forward, so her left breast is an inch from my lips.

“Shouldn’t you tell me not to be nervous?”

“No. Feel what you want to feel.”

“Oh,” Junie mumbles and then moans, “Oh” again when I suck her soft, red nipple.

Her body goes limp, and I think she might flop onto me. I’m ready to take control, but Junie regains her focus and guides my erection to her wet slit. We both inhale sharply when the head of my dick disappears into her hot opening. Her gaze finds mine as we pause as if shocked by how quickly things have escalated. I wait to see if Junie bails on this experiment, but she surprises me once again by lowering her hips in a hard grunt and filling herself completely.

“Well, that happened,” she murmurs as her hips lift and fall in an initially awkward rhythm before steadying into a wonderful rolling tempo.

For me, sex has always felt like an act happening to someone else. I enjoy the sensations without connecting to the intimacy. I’d never admit this to anyone, not even my old shrink. However, for me, the best sex occurs when I can forget the woman is even involved.

With Junie, I want to see, hear, feel, and taste everything. My fingers taunt her nipples, tugging at the flesh until they’re long, angry points. I plan to suck them more, but Junie is too busy bouncing on my dick for me to get a taste.

I can’t take my eyes off Junie, and my fingers won’t stop playing with her lovely nipples. She smiles and sighs and groans and laughs. No one has ever looked happier than she does right now. Then her body convulses with an orgasm, and I swear Junie glows as if she’s experiencing heaven. At that moment, I’m a new man, reborn with a need only this beautiful woman can fulfill.

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❁ Junie❁

Tiddlywinks with Asher is greatly preferable to molesting my comforter. As much as I would be fine feasting off the afterglow of our awesome quickie, I guide Asher to my shower so he can clean up. Unfortunately, he isn’t impressed by the orange and blue faux antique vanity or the colorful sink bowl. My tiled shower doesn’t help either, but I order him to close his eyes and tell me about his cold, impersonal shower. Asher grunts at my description but settles down as soon as I soap up his chilled body under the hot water from my rainfall showerhead.

“When was the last time your manhood knew this kind of attention?” I murmur while my hand strokes him steadily.

“When was the last time you showed someone’s manhood this kind of attention?”

“You first.”

“My past sexual experiences weren’t like this. They were cold, impersonal.”

“Is that how you want it?” I ask as his hands caress my shoulders.

“I’m not smacking away your hand, so…”

“Little Asher is the first manhood to receive a very special handjob from yours truly.”

“You might want to stop calling it ‘little.’”

Smirking, I reach up to kiss his jaw. “You’d seem tougher if your eyes weren’t closed.”

“I’m concentrating.”

“So am I,” I tease, jerking him off with the skill of a long-time sex goddess. “And I’m close to winning.”

Asher leans down and kisses me. His lips own mine, sucking harder as I stroke his manhood into submission. As he comes, Asher’s teeth nip my lower lip and don’t let go until I caress every drop out of him.

“Sorry,” he says and runs his thumb over my bleeding lip.

“You’ve got a wild man trapped inside you, don’t you, Ferrer?”

“If you don’t stop, you’ll have a wild man inside you too soon.”

Asher’s threat isn’t idle. He pins me to the bed as soon as we’re out of the shower. I yelp in surprise, unaccustomed to a man taking charge of me. Especially not Asher who I’ve had to shove along every inch of our relationship.

My legs open too slowly for his taste, and Asher shoves them aside. His expression when he gazes down at Mistress Beaver makes me feel like a meal for a starving man.

Then his focus shifts to the red walls and I see him losing his inner wild man.

“Right here, Ferrer,” I say, pointing between my legs. “Nothing exists except your manhood and what it wants.”

Asher refocuses on me rather than the room. Leaning over my body, he kisses me hard and steals my surprised breath. I feel him between my legs. His fingers tease my flesh, finding my sweet spot and making me squirm wildly. Enjoying my pleasured moans, Asher smiles against my lips.

When I grip my comforter and break out in sweat from the building orgasm, Asher guides his manhood to the mistress and gives her a good hard thrust. The pressure sends me into feral cries, likely sounding as if I’m being murdered rather than pleasured in the best possible way.

His strong hips get an intense workout, leaving me a spent and sweaty mess. By the time Asher unloads his pent-up desires into my body, I’m wondering how people have the energy for so much tiddlywinks on a regular basis. After getting so wonderfully used, my body is done for the day.