ASHER
This was it. Here in bed with the woman of my dreams, the woman who made everything right and peaceful. I could get lost in her gaze or between her legs whichever gets me first.
And after the shit show I had been through today.... I just needed to feel her. I just needed to remember I was alive and why I was fighting so damn much. For her. For our son. For us.
Ariella reached for my hair and gave it a good, earnest tug. I froze, lifting my head up to watch her.
“Shit. Too much?” I may have been more determined than normal today.
Ariella snapped her head up from the pillow, face pink, eyes unfocused. She wrenched her fingers from my hair.
“Why did you stop?” She looked ready to hit me if I said the wrong word.
“I thought you wanted me to stop.”
"Are you crazy?" Her eyebrows slammed together. “I was close.”
“You were?”
“Yes. Now go back to it.” She pushed my head between her legs hurriedly.
Nothing could contain the laughter as I laughed for the first time since the bomb. I never knew I had it inside me. But still, here I was....
I went back to work on Ariella's delight, picking up the pace. Every time I thrust my tongue into her, her muscles squeezed, trying to trap it inside. And every time my finger pad flicked just below the clit, she writhed and whimpered. She was close again. But So was I.
Without realising it, I was rubbing my cock against the mattress, seeking friction. Ariella yanked at my hair again. This time I glanced upward before stopping. She thrashed and moaned with abandon. I continued giving her what she wanted. Her hips jerked, trying to escape my tongue, my lips, my fingers, and I clamped a hand around her waist, pinning her to the bed.
She came hard against my tongue with a rush of liquid heat. I knew, because I could barely pry it out of her pussy. She was now dripping, and my desire for her was violent. I wanted to be inside her so bad.



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