Jenny kicked one long, silky-smooth leg in the air, and he caught her ankle. Black heels, black boa, and black thong. Dark hair. Pouty, swollen lips. Rouged cheeks. Jenny was pinup girl material. Pretty and erotic as a boudoir picture.

“I’ve dreamt of you, sweetheart. But this…” He crawled next to her in bed, caressing up her thigh and over her stomach. “This is more than my mind gave me.”

She laughed, supple and rich, and the sound cascaded to his groin.

“Funny how we’ve had the same dream.” One side of the boa slid off her breast.

The luscious mound and the tight nipple spiked unconstrained desire into his system. He bent to the tip, curled his tongue around it, and listened as she sighed. Jenny’s back arched. He teased, working her deeper into his mouth, sucking the sweet cherry of her breast.

She clutched an end of the boa, and her hands pushed into his hair. Tiny flashes of pain rushed through him when she pulled in time with his mouth. The torture made his cock jump.

Rasping and tugging with his teeth, Asher watched Jenny toss her head. The lovely little noises she purred couldn’t have made him any harder. He abandoned her breast and elicited her protest.

“Don’t you worry.” Asher kissed his way down the slope of one and up to the other. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He breathed over its erect tip, flicking his tongue and brushing with her lips. Her hums started again. Her hips gyrated, and her stilettoes slowly inched up the bed, until her legs were bent and the icepick heels were near her ass.

“I ache, Ash.”

He petted over her thong. “For me?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“For release?” His fingers slipped under the satin.

“Uh-huh.” Her eyes screwed shut. Black feathers swayed by her arms.

“I could watch you like this all day long.”

“Don’t.” Jenny gasped. “I might die.”

He skimmed his fingers along the slick folds. “Like silk. Bet you taste like honey.”

Her head thrashed. “Don’t tease me anymore. I am dying.”

They both were. Asher circled his thumb around her clit and his tongue over her nipple. Jenny’s moans turned into pleas. Her hips swayed and lifted, the spikes of her black heels digging into the bed.

“Sweetheart, I’m having too much fun to stop.”

“But I don’t want to come alone.” Her mouth gaped, and her eyes pinched. “Be with me. Please, Asher.”

What was his holdup? Nothing, other than wanting to watch her fall apart again. He rolled from the bed, found his wallet, and slid a condom on.

Jenny propped on her elbows, knees still bent. He snagged her thong off but kept her heels and boa in place. He’d never wanted a woman the way Jenny made him want.

Sweat dampened his temples, tickled a spot between his shoulder blades. He wanted until he hurt. Wanted so much, so hard, that he wasn’t sure that fucking her would do anything but exasperate his need.