My Turn

Chapter eleven

Hey guys! Sorry for not updating in a while. Also just a heads up this chapter isn't PG...I've never written anything like this before so let me know what you think!
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Asher stokes my hair as I cry into his chest. He climbed up to my window to come into my room because I told him I really needed to be with him.

"May," he says tenderly, temporarily halting my slew of sobs. "I'm so sorry, you don't deserve this. Your so amazing in every way possible." I smile up at his beautiful warm eyes.

"Thank you," I whisper. He leans in to kiss me. As I feel his lips on mine I simultaneously feel the warmth that follows them. It comforts me. But, as our kiss develops and I feel his tongue against mine I am hit with vivid flashbacks.

I'm in the field again, I'm all alone, except for the man. He struts towards me. He grabs me. His tongue makes contact with my skin and lowers.

I let out a gasp and pull away.

"What's wrong?" Asher asks as if it was his fault.

"I'm sorry," I tell him. "I just, when your tongue, it made me think of, of, of him."

"Oh May," he says pulling me towards him and wrapping his protective arms around me. "I'm so sorry, I promise I won't rush anything. You let me know when your ready."

"Thanks Asher," I respond with a soft smile. "Your so amazing. Thanks for letting me talk to you about this, and for, ya know, being so amazing." I let out a small giggle.

"It's nice to hear you laugh again," he says pushing a stray hair out of my face. "I've missed it. And your welcome. I'd do anything for you May. I lo-"

He stops himself mid-word.

"What?"

"I mean. I, I-" he shakes his head. "Screw it, I love you May." My smile is so wide now if I breath it would explode. The incident of early this morning is like a faint buzzing in the back of my head.

"I love you too Asher," I tell him. I pull him in for a kiss and we roll over so my back is on the bed. I don't mind his tongue anymore. Because he loves me. And I love him.

His hands travel up and down my back. Every contact point is like a burst of electricity. He makes me feel alive. He fingers start toying with the edge of my shirt asking a silent question while his lips are busy with mine.

I never thought this would happen so soon, but I feel ready for it. Excited even. I answer his question by bringing my hands down and overlapping his. Together, we pull my shirt up and over my head, temporarily pausing our kiss. I reach for his shirt and pull his off, getting a whiff of rock solid abs.

As he pulls away for his shirt to come completely off, his eyes gaze my body. He breaths in a breath of fresh air.

"Beautiful." He says, not like he's complimenting me, not like he's trying to convince himself, but like it's a fact. A cold hard fact, one that no one and nothing can undo.

"Your not so bad yourself," I laugh pulling him closer so that our noses are touching. My hands graze his chest, tracing his abs.

"Oh May," he says with a smirk.

"Enough talking," I say pulling his neck closer and resuming our kiss. Our bodies collide against each other. Bare skin touching bare skin. I've never felt more connected to him.

He reaches for my shorts and slowly pulls them off of me, kissing my legs on the way down, careful not to miss a spot.

My heart feels alive and my whole body is tingling with excitement and anticipation. My arms reach for his belt and know what to do before my brain does. I just want everything off.

I slide his shorts down and we are both in our underwear. I take a moment to take it all in. I try to stay serious but his boxers make it impossible.

"You have Superman boxers?" I ask cracking up.

"Yes!" He says. "I have normal ones, I swear. I didn't think this was gonna happen today so I didn't wear them though." Oh crap did he have, um supplies?

"Wait!" I gasp. "Do you have a, ya know, a condom?"

"Well, actually" He says drawing out the suspense. "I do happen to always keep one in my wallet. Cause ya never know!" I laugh again at this comment.

I pull him in closer again and feel as his hands reach behind me and unstrap my bra. My eyes glance up at his. We share a look. It's a look of trust. I trust him completely, and he trusts me completely.

Then he slides my bra over my head. He looks directly into my eyes. I sense a little bit of fear from him as he lowers his gaze.

Then, he showers me with slow, soft kisses on my chest. I bite my lip and moan, I've never experienced anything like this before and it's all happening so fast. I love every minute of it, but I wish I could slow it down so I could hold onto this moment for forever. And never forget the feeling of the first time Asher and I had sex.