Asher studied me a beat before he dropped his head to mine.

“I do now.”

Something else struck me as we were standing on the sidewalk in front of Smutties.

Asher was easy.

Easy to talk to.

Easy to be around.

Easy to be honest with.

I didn’t have to guard my thoughts or feelings. I didn’t have to wonder if I was sharing too much or going too fast or too slow. Asher was right there next to me keeping in step. He was open and honest and was quick to share his thoughts and feelings.

Just easy.

“Asher.”

His name came out as two breathy syllables. Not taking his mouth off my pussy he growled. My hips came off the bed as my climax shot through me.

Glorious.

My orgasm was still pulsing when Asher came up on his knees, draped my legs over his thighs, and thrusted deep. Every millimeter of my skin buzzed. Asher was watching me watch him as he took me rough.

“Hands above your head, baby.”

I lifted my hands above my head, felt the headboard, and needed no further instruction. As soon as my palms were flat against the wood, he powered forward. My body jolted with every hard drive. One of his hands went to my hip and the other went between my legs. His thumb hit just the right spot and the impossible happened. As one orgasm slipped away a second built.

The pleasure was so intense my eyelids grew heavy. My breathing turned shallow. Asher’s was labored. Grunts, groans, and panting filled the room. I didn’t know who was making which sound, just that I loved it as they mingled together. I was close and getting closer.

So good.

The best.

The very, very best.

“So goddamned gorgeous taking my cock.”

“So goddamned gorgeous giving it to me,” I panted my response.

Asher drilled deep. His controlled thrusts turned desperate. I pushed back on the headboard the best I could until my orgasm exploded, tearing me open and leaving me crying out his name. I knew he was joining me when his fingers dug into my hips, and he slammed his dick to the root and groaned my name.

Since I no longer needed my hands to keep me stationary, I lifted them and then realized I couldn’t reach Asher.

“Come closer.”

Keeping us connected, he dropped forward. My arms went around his shoulders, my head came off the pillow, and I kissed him.

He allowed this for approximately six seconds before he took over. I didn’t mind—he was a good kisser.

It was sometime later after I’d cleaned up and gotten back into bed. After I found that the two other times I’d slept next to Asher and he cuddled me all night weren’t a fluke. He wanted me close and had no problem telling me verbally and nonverbally. So, like last night, my head was on his chest, our legs were tangled together, and my arm was resting slanted across his stomach.