Falling For Asher

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This chapter contains mature content. 

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The food at the restaurant was delicious, it even looked nice on the plate that I was afraid to ruin it. Especially after I saw the price of it and I almost choked on my ten-dollar sweet tea.

Asher and I were the only ones under forty there. It earned us some stares from the woman who had flashy jewelry, and men whose watches on their wrists cost more than anything we have ever seen. It felt great to pretend for a night as if we were getting a glimpse of the future. Although less extravagant, I could see us going to local restaurants.

Thinking about my future, with him, is a terrifying thing. It leads to me becoming anxious at the thought of not having this always. His love, and the moments that we have created. I can only enjoy the time now before I even think about a time where we won't be together.

Crossing my fingers that it never happens.

The drive back to the cabin is filled with anticipation. The tension is very noticeable and I find myself becoming awkward as we walk inside the warmth of the cabin. I am almost never nervous around Asher, of course, it would happen now.

I take my time to slip my shoes off, neatly folding my jacket on the couch. I can feel Asher's stare burning into my back but force myself to ignore it. Finding the decorative pillows on the couch fascinating. I count six tassels and a loose thread on one.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" I ask without turning around, my voice comes out quiet and I kick myself for even opening my mouth.

I'm acting like a teenage boy who has never kissed a girl before. Hormonal, confused, and inexperienced.

I get no answer right away, but I can hear his footsteps coming closer. My breath hitches when he comes to stand behind me. His scent suffocates me and causes my knees to buckle. The feeling of his fingertips against my bare shoulder causes a shiver to crawl up my spine.

His breath fans against my neck when he finally responds. "Is that what you want?" I can hear the smirk in his voice.

That tone he uses when he's teasing me. Any confidence left has completely vanished and I curse myself in my head for allowing him to make a fool of me.

I didn't expect to become speechless when I spun around to face him. I press my lips together, my brows furrowed as I find my words. Asher laughs softly and lifts a hand delicately to touch my cheek. It's the perfect moment to catch him off guard, I stand tall and let my hand trail down his stomach.

His abs tense, his gaze becoming darker as he swallows roughly. "Oh, I see."

I grin, rolling my eyes. "Not fun is it?" I retort, making a move to slip from between him and the couch.

His brow arches and he steps closer. I wrap my arms around his neck softly so that his face is level with mine. We have the whole night to ourselves and we're wasting it by bickering. I'm not complaining, it's so us.

I press our lips together because Asher seemed hesitant to do so. It's like he was questioning if I wanted this too, my answer is in the kiss. Tilting my head to deepen it. Feeling his hands on my waist and fall lower. He pulls away for a brief second to lift me up. My legs wrap around him and he takes us to the bedroom, not bothering to turn the lights on.

I don't worry about it either.

Asher places me on the edge of the bed where I begin to unbutton his shirt. He pulls it the rest of the way off with a small smile. I lift my dress up over my thighs, aware of the way he's looking at me. To make it easier on us, I throw it over my head and scoot to the top of the bed. I've stopped being shy at this point.

He takes his jeans off and crawls up until he's positioned over me. Holding his weight up on one arm, and allowing the other to brush my hair out of my face. The moon illuminates the room enough for me to see the freckles on his nose.

We kiss again, slow and alluring. My heart rate increases when he trails kisses down my neck, over my breasts, down to my stomach. I inhale as his cold fingers spread my thighs open. A short laugh escapes my lips and breaks the silence. Overall the beating of my heart thumps loudly and created a rhythm.

"Tell me what you want." He says, not touching me where I ache.

I stare up at the ceiling, blowing a stream of air. "You," I say in an obvious tone.

Asher chuckles, intertwining his hand in mine. "My mouth? Fingers? Tell me, baby."

I will never admit to him that those words make my stomach clench. Or that it excites me even further. Dirty talk isn't something that I am good at. I'm not opposed to it, coming from the right person.

"Anything, please." I plead.

Asher pulls my panties down my legs all while still keeping eye contact. I have to force myself to not look away, but that small part of me that struggles with the emotional part in relationships creeps out. I've gotten better at it, but that doesn't mean that I don't internally freak out here and there. Asher makes me feel calm. He's my safety pin when I start crumbling.

The simple touch of two of his fingers running over my folds causes me to gasp. He spreads my arousal and slips a finger inside tauntingly. I watch as he lowers his mouth to where his fingers are. Waiting in anticipation for the pleasure to be increased. My hand tangles in his dark hair when it comes. Asher continues to push me over the edge until my legs are shaking and he pulls away.

I lean up with trembling arms. "What–"

He lifts a foil packet from his bag and smiles softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." I'm frustrated, but his tone suggests that he's wondering if I still want to do this.

I watch him slip out of his black boxers and gulp at the sight of him. He slides the condom on and climbs on the bed until he hovers over me. I lift a hand to trace the tensed muscles on his arm, instantly feeling him relax.

I feel him harden on my thigh while he peppers kisses on my face. "I love you."

"I love you," I repeat, my hands shaking on either side of his face.

I feel him at my entrance, he pushes the tip inside while watching me carefully. Asher's brows tense and his lips part. The image is beautiful and I hope to always have it engraved in my mind.

Inch by inch he enters me and creates a newfound wave of pleasure to course through my body. He soon finds a rhythm, my hips lifting up to meet his thrusts. My nails scratch on his back, but not enough to create pain.

"I'm close," I mutter, throwing my head back as his mouth explores my throat, his hot breath hitting my skin and adding to my oncoming climax.

Asher takes our intertwined hands and places them above my head. Deepening his thrusts until our moans are in sync and we tip over the edge. My back arches and our chests are up against each other. Both sweaty and breathing erratically. Once we catch our breath, he pulls out and goes to toss the condom away.

Asher returns with a towel around his waist. He extends a hand out to which I stare at in confusion.

"Let's shower first." He says.

I nod, standing up on wobbly legs. "Am I going first?" I follow behind him.

Asher chuckles, stepping inside. I frown and go to sit on the closed toilet seat, but he pulls me to him. I smile as I realize what he wants. It's as innocent as wanting to shower together. Nothing more, and nothing less. It completes our night with gentle kisses and falling asleep in his warm embrace.