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Where were we?

Oh, Asra, we were just starting...

My heart leapt in my chest and, taking the moment by the balls, I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him close once more. Asra hummed into my kiss, allowing me to take the reins as I left open-mouthed kisses against his mouth. My body burned with an intensity, emotions spurred on by his sweet words.

Asra was good for a while, letting me claim his mouth, but it didn't last long. His hand cupped my jaw, angling my head as he deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed through my lips, claiming my mouth with every kiss, every movement of his lips. I moaned softly as his thumb brushed the edge of my mark, my back arching into his chest.

His lips moved, sucking my jaw and throat, his palm pushing my head back for easier access. My moans were deep and wanting, my lungs heaving for breath as I fought to sate the burning within me. Asra pulled away, his hand leaving my throat as his head moved to devour my breasts again. He sucked at the soft tissue, leaving a purple mark in his wake before he kissed the scar beneath it. I shuddered as his breath fanned my stomach, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.

I was aching.

So needy and desperate.

I have never felt so empty. Even my hand could not bring me this want, this desire.

Asra kissed my lower stomach before shifting his weight to sit again. I eyed him hungrily; ran my eyes over his tattoos, his muscles, his scars. I loved it. His entire body called to me, just begging me to touch.

Of course, I obliged.

My fingers traced the definition of his chest before I flattened my palms against his stomach. He hooded his eyes as he watched me and I chewed my lip as I dared to go lower. I have never played with a man so intimately, and the thought of touching his cock thrilled me. I wrapped my hand around his girth, enjoying the way he shuddered at the contact. My core ached as I ran my thumb along the length before squeezing his tip.

He caught my hand before I could go any further, and my eyes darted up to him with surprise. I thought he was going to push me away, but he only encouraged me. He guided my hand along his length, showing me what was better for him. I continued his motions, squeezing softly as I pumped him. His head fell back with a quiet curse that had my thighs clenching between his.

Asra's shaky breath and tense muscles had his cock twitching in my hand, and with an eager grin, I released him.

"You kill me, Tulip." He sighed heavily, dropping his head.

I laughed lightly, feeling my cheeks warm as he stared at me with an intense gaze. His hands moved around my thighs, lifting my hips as he shoved a pillow beneath me. It angled my hips slightly and looked at him with confusion. Before I could question his actions, he was spreading my thighs.

I gasped as cool air washed along my bare slit, embarrassment escaping me as Asra's eyes dropped to it. I went to close them, to hide myself, but he had situated his hips between my thighs.

"You have nothing to hide." He murmured, gently running his thumb through my folds.

I shuddered, gasping lightly at his delicate touch. He slipped a finger inside, my walls clenching around the tease before he ran it along my clit. I relaxed under his strokes. Like chocolate, I melted into him. I dropped my knees to the side with a soft sigh. He hummed with appreciation, his spare hand resting on one of my thighs. His hands were large and tan, sprawled across my pale skin.

He moved, releasing my leg as he came back down to press against me. My eyes widened as his cock rest against my mound, the thickness already so intimidating. He groaned, holding himself up with one hand as the other cupped his length. He rubbed it along my slit and my eyes closed as pleasure wracked my body.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me, baby."

Despite that damn nickname, I felt embarrassment coat my core.

Going to close my thighs again, I dropped my eyes."Oh, I'm sorry..."

He stopped me with a growl. "Don't."

I hesitated, freezing beneath him. I didn't mean to make it so unappealing, my body just naturally did it. The pressure in my head returned and, in a quick desperation to rid myself of the embarrassment, I shut him out.

"Tulip, being wet is not a bad thing." He grunted, rubbing his cock against my clit. "It's a big fucking turn on."

"It is?" I whispered.

"Yes." He nodded before sinking his tip into me, using my distraction.

I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my back arching as he slid more of himself inside.

"It just means you are so fucking ready for me as much as I am for you." He groaned.

My core ached, burning with the stretch. It was new; intense and surreal. My toes curled as Asra leant his body back along mine. With his cock half inside, he held himself steady, allowing me to adjust to his girth. He kissed me softly, holding himself with one arm as the other brushed the hair from my face.

"You're doing so good for me, baby."

Baby.

I couldn't help but moan, my body relaxing as he kissed me. He was gentle as he swallowed the sounds of my pleasure, before he pulled away, breathing harder than before.

"Okay?" He wondered.

I nodded breathlessly, my hands moving to rest on his chest. He shifted his weight, sliding his cock from my core gently before pushing back in. The movement had me gasp aloud, a small delighted noise escaping me. He grumbled, kissing along my neck as he continued, each time sinking a little more of himself into me.

I felt him hit my limit, brushing against the top of my pussy. He was so big, and I was certain he wasn't even comfortable yet. He filled me, rubbing sensually against every part of my pussy. My back arched, thankful for the pillow beneath my ass as he eased into me. Goosebumps rose on my arms, every fibre of my soul coming alive.

"Okay?" He breathed.

"Yes." I groaned. "Harder, Asra, faster."

His returning growl only seemed to set my body on fire. He lifted his body, the hand on my face moving to grab my hip. And then he was diving into me. I moaned at the delicious new speed, eyeing his bulging biceps as his fingers curled around my hip.

"Shit." He cursed. "You feel so fucking good."

"Oh..." I moaned, my head rolling backwards into the pillows.

My hands clawed at his shoulders, scraping along his skin as he thrust into me. I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving. Small whimpers of pleasure left me at every hard, long thrust, the sound of my wetness filling the air. I didn't feel embarrassed, spurred on by Asra's soft moans as he stared between our thighs.

"You take me so. Fucking. Well." He groaned, thrusting hard with each word.

My eyes dropped to where we joined, watching as he disappeared into me. I could see the muscles rippling as he fought with himself, with his beast. I could see he wanted more, that he was holding back his desires. My body shook with every thrust of his cock, and his eyes followed the movement.

My hand cupped the back of his neck, pulling his face back up to me. His blue eyes snapped to mine, and he moved closer, releasing my hip. He cupped my jaw, pulling my mouth to his. Our bodies melted together, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips. We groaned in sync, both feeling the shift of angle. He hit an entirely new level, finding every single pleasurable point inside of me. Like a shockwave, I moaned, grinding my hips as much as I could against his thrusting.

"There it is." He mumbled, his lips sliding down back to my throat.

He had found that spot from earlier and I was in heaven. Every brush of his cock sent a tingling, exciting feeling through my body. My entire spine felt like he set it on fire, my stomach pooling with warmth and head feeling fuzzy. I noticed his every breath as my orgasm neared, my mind falling hazy with pleasure.

"Asra!" I panted.

I writhed beneath him, unsure of what was coming over me. I felt lightheaded, but yet on cloud nine. My body burned, my pussy eager to sate the fire.

I was moaning his name, my head rolling to the side as I grabbed helplessly at his back. My eyes flew open, staring out of the window. The moon and stars were high in the sky, a witness to everything.

Fuck, was I glad we were in the middle of no-where.

"Asra..." I whimpered. "I-I..."

What was my body doing to me?

"That's it baby, let it happen." He whispered in my ear.

His voice was a caress, his hand snaking down between our thighs. I felt him shift slightly before his middle finger found my throbbing clit. I shrieked, the new touch of pleasure overwhelming me as finally, the damn broke and flooded my entire body.

I lost my breath as my walls clutched at him, driven by selfish desire, as I ground my hips into him. He cursed into my ear, slowing his thrusts as I tightened around him. Only when I breathed again did I drop my hips from the mind-blowing climax.

"Asra, that was..."

Asra growled, sliding his cock from my slit. "You are so good, baby."

My body was still alive and receptive to his touch despite feeling so empty. I wanted more, and I hoped he would give it to me instead of leaving. He pushed away from me, onto his knees. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and pushed my ankles around his neck. I blushed furiously, and he noticed, nibbling the inside of my calf with a grin. I could feel the wetness of my pussy against the cool air, my body sweaty and hot from our copulation.

Asra was situated nicely between my thighs, my calves running along his neck. What a fashionable statement.

He sunk back into me with a groan, and I shuddered at being full again.

"Oh... fuck." He cursed, slowly rubbing his cock against my walls.

I arched my hips, but he kept them down with one hand, pushing my lower back into the bed. His blue eyes found mine, watching my every reaction as he fucked me. He kept a steady, upbeat pace, never straying from the rhythm. The hand on my stomach moved, cupping my breast. It was all he could reach, but I didn't need anymore. Merely watching him between my legs with his large, veiny hands on my body...

That image was going to be engraved into my mind forever.

I felt my the familiar, tasty burn come sooner than before and my pussy tensed around him with the realisation. But I was stuck, pushed firmly back down by his hand, and restricted by the one wrapped around my thigh.

"Asra... Please..." I moaned.

"What do you want, Tulip?"

"I..." I blanked, staring into this heated gaze.

"Tell me what you want." He demanded.

Everything.

"Harder, faster. Please, touch me." I whimpered.

He growled, complying. Whilst one hand kept me firm against him, the other moved to play with my clit. He was firm and demanding, but his touch wasn't bruising. Despite the innate desire to ravage each other, Asra remained gentle. I was already so ready for him, ready to surrender to the pleasure. Through the wet sounds of our bodies, I heard Asra moan as I slapped against his thighs.

"Fuck... Ailia, I'm going to cum."

"Yes!" I moaned, succumbing to my climax.

My back arched, forcing him deep into me and triggering my g-spot. I practically screamed as it flew me to new pleasure, and it only intensified when I felt Asra stagger with my orgasm. My heart raced, and I was in heaven. I felt heavy; I felt warm; I felt strangely full in more ways than one.

Asra was panting heavily, riding me through my orgasm whilst holding himself back. When I finally released him, he was pulling his cock from me with a groan. His hand was fast over his length, mixing in my juices as he finished all over my lower stomach.

I moaned softly, watching as he spilled onto my skin. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closing as his fast movements eased with the slowing of his orgasm. Spent, he released his softening member and slid my thighs from his shoulders.

With the shift of my legs, my head rolled. I felt so light-headed. Why did... Why were things moving?

"Asra." I murmured, my mind a jumbled mess. "I feel so..."

"It's the bond." He exhaled. "It's slowly forming... it's a little confused since we didn't complete it fully."

I groaned, my pussy happy and aching from our activities. I was glad he respected me enough to not cum inside, but now I was sticky.

"Tulip..." He mumbled, rolling to the side of me.

I hummed a yes, wondering what he was about to say.

"I love you." He whispered.

My heart full and head heavy, I smiled softly at him. I kissed his lips gently, noticing his disappointment when I pulled away. I ran my hand through his sweaty hair, cupping his cheek in my palm.

His dark blue eyes blinked at me, soft but wide-awake. Through the blurring haze of my mind, I admired him. Turns out I was right about the butterscotch. He was all soft inside, with gentle caresses. He thought more about me than himself, making sure I was okay. And finally, he accepted me for everything I was.

"I love you too."