Broken Lyrics (Book 3 of the Black Heart Series)

Nineteen

Bree

If anyone were to have asked me how I got into this situation, sprawled on my back with Asher on top of me, I wouldn't be able to answer them.

I was melt to the couch, my arms caressing this beautiful man and my legs intertwined with his.

I couldn't help the moans that escaped me, as his tongue felt its way through my mouth and his hands roamed my body in unison.

"Bree, you have to stop moaning like that, doll." His lips moved from mine, to find solace in the hollow of my neck.

I moaned again, as something inside of me clenched with need.

"You're driving me fucking crazy with those noises." His voice came out as a growl.

"I can't help it..." I breathed, "You feel so fucking good on top of me..."

He gave a deep groan, as he repositioned himself between my legs.

When the zipper of his jeans brushed my center, through the thin fabric of my yoga shorts, I let out another moan.

"Dammit, Bree!" His lips crashed into mine again, as he ground his firmness into my soft core.

"I fucking need you." His lips slid down again, this time reaching the swell of my breasts.

"God, I need you bad." He growled.

"Then take me..." My words were breathless with need.

He froze, pulling back to look into my eyes. He was searching them for confirmation.

Then, as if finding his answer, he swiftly lifted me.

I wrapped my legs around him, as he carried me effortlessly to the bedroom.

We didn't break our contact, as he sat me gently onto the edge of my bed.

His hands paused at the hem of my tank top and he pulled away from my kiss, his lips still close enough to brush mine.

"Bree, I've undressed you twice now and it was hard enough to control myself when you were passed out. If I undress you now, there's no going back."

"Asher!" I snapped, "What the fuck are you waiting for?!"

He smiled wickedly and within the next instant, my tank was gone and I was on my back, Asher leaning over me.

His hands were snaking down, past my bra and over my torso, his fingers paused over the tattoo on my ribcage.

"When words fail you, turn them into music..." He pulled back to read the tattoo thoughtfully, "I like that one."

I backed onto the bed a little further, allowing him to join me.

As he mounted the bed, he removed his t-shirt, revealing the thin planes of his rippled muscles, covered in heavy doses of ink.

The man looked tantalizing.

So tantalizing that my nerves kicked in.

I wanted Asher right now, more than I had ever wanted anything... You could say that it was the influence of the weed, but I knew better.

He was the man who I had always loved, the only man I had ever given myself too, but I could never compare to those other women...

Those countless other women...

"Asher, I uhm..."

He huffed a sigh, as his whole body seized.

Placing his fisted hands on the bed near my shoulders, he bent down, resting his forehead against mine, to catch his breath.

"It's okay." He sighed heavily, attempting to catch his breath, "I can wait."

It reminded me of when we were kids and we'd get to this point, before I told him that I wasn't ready.

"No, I still want to..." I quickly corrected.

He chuckled and bent his lips toward mine again, kissing me deeply once more.

When he slid his hands under me to unhook my bra and they moved steadily to knead my breasts, I knew I had to tell to tell him.

His lips moved down my neck to my collar bone, then to my nipple and I knew it was now or never.

If I let this go further, without telling him, he could hurt me.

"Ash, I just need to tell you-" His chuckle against my nipple sent a ripple down to my core.

"If this about you, not being with anyone else, I already know." His skilled lips wrapped around my nipple and I cried out, when his teeth applied pressure to the nub.

"How?!" It came out as a cry.

"Did you know that you talk to yourself when you're drunk?" I could feel the smile on his lips, as he moved to the other nipple, "You have no idea what it feels like, to know that I was your first, your only and that I'll be your last."

His hand moved to the waistband of my pants, sliding across it, as he dipped his fingers in.

"Now, here was something I was curious about..." His eyebrows rose in question.

I gripped him tighter, panting as he stroked me, and his smile grew as wide as the Cheshire cat.

His lips were close enough that they brushed mine, but he didn't kiss me, he spoke instead.

"Why do you still clear this area, if you aren't having sex?" His eyes were watching mine, with a hooded pleasure, that melted my core.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." I smiled deeply.

He growled, ripping my pants and thong away in one go.

His tongue roamed my body, down to my wet, aching core. My release would come quick and he knew it, as his tongue went to work, delving in deep and retracting, to smooth my folds.

When his lips wrapped around my clit and he applied suction, I arched my back, gripping at my sheets and moaning through my release.

"You are so beautiful when you come." I heard the zipper of his jeans, right before I felt his hardness at my heat. "I'm fucking dying to be inside you, when you do it again."

"Ash-" I spoke in warning, but he cut me off.

"I need in. I can't wait."

"But-" His lips met mine, with an aching crash, as he sunk in deep.

"Ah..." My back arched again, but this time it was with the overwhelming fullness and my breasts pressed into his bare chest.

He paused there for a moment, before slowly sliding out and slamming back in.

I let out a whimper.

"You okay?" The concern was deep in his eyes, I gave a nod.

"Don't stop." I huffed.

His movements were smooth and deep, speeding up only to slow down again.

I swallowed my gasps and cries of pleasure, as I gripped at his back.

"God, Bree..." He growled, "You're so..."

"Please, don't stop..." I begged, as my second orgasm rocketed me and my walls shuttered around his fullness.

His movements quickened and became harder, bringing him to his end.

When we both relaxed again, him still inside me, he bowed his head into my shoulder, breathing heavily.

"Dammit, Bree... If you want me to last, you can't keep telling me not to stop."

I laughed.