“Wider, Sloane, I wanna see how wet you are.”

Her legs opened wider, and I took her in—from her pussy to her hands still cupping her full tits to her eyes staring at me with anticipation.

“You… are… so… fucking… beautiful.”

I climbed on the bed, pausing to kiss the inside of each thigh. And since I’d been waiting, I dipped between her legs, and with a single swipe of my tongue from ass to clit I finally tasted her.

“Asher,” she moaned, and I lifted my head.

“Say it again.”

“Asher.”

There it was, my fucking name. Not Adam. Mine.

And hearing it incited my need. I hooked her leg under my arm and surged up, taking it with me and opening her further. I planted my elbow in the bed next to her shoulder.

“Guide me in.”

Both her hands fell away from her breasts. One went between us, the other gripped my shoulder, and she guided me home.

With a single thrust, we were fully connected. Sloane’s back arched off the mattress and her nails scored a path down my spine while a low groan emanated from her chest.

Jesus Christ.

Suddenly reality invaded.

“Condom,” I grunted.

“No need, I’m covered.”

Fuck.

“Sweetness—”

“IUD.”

I kept myself still, fighting the urge to take her while mentally kicking my own ass for not thinking about this before I felt her wet heat pulsing around my cock.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

To affirm her acquiescence Sloane wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hips.

There was no going slow. The world slipped away and all that was left was Sloane’s soft body, slick pussy, and the sounds of her breath leaving her lungs with every hard, pounding drive. I was beyond finesse, beyond control, beyond lust. Need drove my cock deep—the need to hear her call out my name as she climaxed. The need to feel her shake and tremble. The need to challenge her to deny we were meant to be.

“Ash—” she puffed out on a breath.

“Tighter, sweetness, hold on.”

Her ankles locked and her hands roamed my back, alternating between nails scratching and palms gliding. Her eyes were wide with something that looked like wonder and I was positive mine were the same. But it was the sweet, serene smile tugging at her lips that did me in. She was just as close as I was. Teetering on the edge of pleasure and ecstasy. The blissed-out place that felt so fucking good you did your best to fall over the cliff. But I wanted to fall with Sloane. I wanted to feel her clench around me. I wanted her orgasm to coat my cock while mine bathed her cunt. And I wanted that with a desperate desire, and I wanted it now.

Right. Fucking. Now.

I balanced on my forearm, shoved my free hand under her head, grabbed a fistful of hair, and dropped my mouth to hers.

“Come with me, Sloane,” I demanded and ground down. “Right now, sweetness.”