* sexual content *

With Asra's body pressed into mine, I had no choice but to stare into his eyes. His lips descended back onto mine and it took me to another dimension. The feel of his warm mouth, his fingers trailing through my hair... My hands slowly inched their way around his waist, tentative to touch him. Did he mind if I did? Darius never liked my hands roaming his body, but Asra felt so good.

Slowly, my fingers graced the dip of his lower spine, hesitating. Asra grunted against my mouth, pausing his attack on my tongue. I wondered why until the air that was in my hair moved to grab my wrist. My breath hitched when he forced my palm against his skin, my eyes opening to stare at him in shock.

"You can touch me." He murmured.

I swallowed, nodding slightly in response. He smiled softly before bringing his hand back to my face. His fingers trailed down the curve of my brow, my cheekbone, and finally my lips. He tugged at my lower lip, his eyes drooping to watch the movement before claiming my mouth with his own. My eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan leaving me as the firework feeling took over again.

My hands kneaded his back, moving up to grab his shoulders. My back arched when his hand moved to my mark, knuckles grazing the back of it.

"You tell me... when to stop." He breathed, pulling away from me.

I nervously swallowed, nodding my head once. He chuckled softly, dark blue eyes watching me as he sat up on my thighs.

"No need to be afraid, Tulip. I will take care of you."

Does not help my nerves.

Take care of me? What did that even mean?

"Relax...." He growled softly, straightening his spine.

My eyes dropped to his naked torso, greedily taking in every piece of him. I followed the lines of his tattoos along his chest and arms. His muscles were taut, his skin soft, with small, fine hairs littering his lower stomach. I followed the tufts lower, to the spot where they thickened and spread. Swallowing down the sudden lump in my throat, I drifted my eyes over his thickening member. It twitched under my gaze and my eyes widened at the sudden growth.

Asra's grumble caught my gaze and my eyes snapped back up to his. My chest heaved for breath as he leaned back down. I tried hard to fight the feeling of his mini-me against my thigh, I really did, but it was so close to touch that it was engrained in my brain to pay attention to.

"Tell me when it is too much." He whispered.

I nodded, wide-eyed. "Okay..."

He grinned, teeth blinding me with his eagerness. Slowly but surely, his hands moved down my body to settle on my waist. His fingers wrapped around me, squeezing gently as his head lowered. I held my breath as his lips sucked on the skin along my throat. The dress I wore had thick straps, but with a quick nip of his teeth, he had one in his mouth. Slowly, he pulled it down until it rested on my bicep. Meanwhile, my heart hammered in my chest.

Lips trailed back up my bicep, teeth nibbling softly on my skin and causing goosebumps to blossom. His tongue flattened along the base of my throat, dipping into the concave that formed when I held my breath. He repeated his actions to the other dress strap, leaving sharp stinging bites on my shoulder.

I shivered when his tongue trailed down to the décolleté of my dress, my hand moving to grab at the back of his neck. He paused, but with no further restraint, flattened his tongue and ran it over the exposed cleavage before him. I gasped, strange sensations overcoming me as he pressed a soft kiss to the fabric covering my nipples.

"May I?" Asra wondered.

I opened my eyes to see what he was asking, finding him leaning away slightly. He hooked his thumbs in the top of my dress, an expression of politeness as he waited for an answer. With a breathy nod, he smiled and pulled me upright. I sat slightly hunched before him, my arms wrapped around his back as his hands moved to the zipper behind mine.

Slowly, the sound of my dress being undone filled the air, my breathing heavy as the cool breezed brushed my skin. His hands pulled it down, helping me out of the straps as it pooled around my waist. I shivered, hunching my shoulders to get some warmth to my bra-clad chest.

Asra tilted my head with his thumb, capturing my lips with his own as he laid me back down. He shifted his position, pushing himself upright. His member falling between my legs, a sure distraction from the nudity of my body.

Asra was studying me softly. His lips parted as he ran his hand down my chest, thumb tracing the sheerness of my bra. My nipples were clearly visible, and by the bob in his throat, I knew he noticed. I was used to being naked, so why did I feel suddenly exposed?

His thumb hooked into my bra with another questioning expression that I agreed to. I was enjoying the steadiness of his pace, appreciating every thought he was putting into this. I have never been exposed so politely, used to the vulgar, fast-paced fuck that Darius always promised.

Asra's tongue darted out as he pulled down the straps and cups of my bra, my nipples hardening as the cool breeze ran over them. I inhaled deeply, my chest rising with the movement. His entire hand cupped me, thumb softly rubbing into the smooth skin. He massaged it softly before moving to the other one. I hummed with delight, my body tingling with new sensations as my eyes slipped shut.

His hands moved, pulling and palming at my skin until he paused and brought my attention back to him.

"What's this?" He wondered softly, pointing to a scar on the underside of my breast.

"A scar." I muttered.

"Here?" He cocked his head, staring at it.

I knew what he saw. An ugly two inch slice just above the crease where my breast hung. I easily hid it when I wore underwear or was standing, but as soon as I lay down and my boobs went on a walk to my armpits, it was visible. I swallowed, licking my lips nervously.

"It was from a knife." I muttered.

"Oh..."

His voice was soft compared to the harsh frown that masked his face. His thumb softly traced the white scar before he moved down to kiss it. I gasped, arching my back as the warmth of his lips pressed into my sensitive skin. He paused, noticing my reaction, before sliding his tongue across the flesh. I shuddered as he moved upwards, kissing so close to my nipple that his every breath fanned across it.

My hand fisted the back of his hair, filled with anticipation and eagerness. He was toying with me, and I fidgeted beneath him. It was already so much, and he wasn't even doing anything major. Until finally, his mouth covered my nipple, his tongue tickling my breast as he nibbled and sucked at the skin. His hand palmed at the other one, my moans increasing as he switched between the two methodically.

I felt my body shaking, my thighs clenching with desire as he devoured my breast. I palmed at the nape of his neck, pulling him into me as far as he could go. I felt his cock move to rest beside my panties and I couldn't help the satisfied moan that escaped me when it pressed into my clit.

"Asra..." I panted, and he pulled off me with a sharp, wet sound.

Through hooded eyes, I watched as he studied me. His nostrils flared, a low guttural growl rumbling in his chest as he pushed himself up higher. My hands slipped from his back with a whine of annoyance, just as his hands wrapped around my dress and pulled over my head and onto the floor.

My eyes widened as I lay semi-nude before him. His eyes drank in every piece of me, slowly taking his time as though committing it to memory. I wore a black, see-through lace set, one that I was sure was saturated with my need by now. As his eyes moved back up my body, so did his hands. They dug into my thighs, my hips, waist and breasts before cupping my neck and kissing me softly.

I leaned into him more, eager to have my fill, but he moved away again. A low groan left my mouth, annoyed at his lack of touch. My body was burning for him. The desire to feel him against me was taking over in a cloud of lust. His hands grabbed my waist again before moving down the contours of my hips.

I was about to protest aloud when the cupped my knees and hitched my thighs up. My head fell back onto the blanket with a shriek of surprise, his body taking up the space where my legs once had been. He spread them, placing each of my thighs along his biceps so my calves hung from his elbows, his hands sprawled across my thighs. I felt my heart-rate increase, hammering in my chest as the blood rushed through my ears.

He stared down at my covered pussy, his eyes burning a hole into me that had even my ass clenching. A hand moved from my thigh, my eyes watching the rippling of muscle and tattoo. He traced a finger over me, eyes snapping up to gauge my reaction. I chewed my lip, staying silent, and he applied more pressure. Removing his finger, it came back damp and his eyes only seemed to darken.

"Asra... Please..." I whispered.

"Please?" He cocked his head. "What do you want?"

My eyes shut, a whimper escaping me. "Please touch me."

His soft grumble was answer enough, his fingers gently hooking into my panties and pulling them to the side. A whoosh of air against my bareness had me close my eyes with a sudden embarrassment.

Asra lightly smacked my thigh. "Hey, eyes on me."

I swallowed, looking back toward him. I was sure I had about five chins in the position, but Asra's eyes were back on my core all too soon. His chest expanded with breath, just as my rigid spine locked into place. His two fingers dropped to my folds, stroking the soft skin and collecting the wetness that pooled. I shivered at his soft touch, un-used to the feeling.

I have never been touched there so delicately.

It was amazing.

He was grumbling softly, almost a purr, as his fingers moved to my clit. Ever so slowly, he began a gentle rhythm on the bundle of nerves, causing my back to arch slightly. I fought the urge to close my eyes, instead keeping them locked onto the way his jaw tightened as he touched me.

My hips tilted on their own accord. I was eager for him to go harder. He got the hint and pressed his thumb into me, pinching and massaging the skin as his first two fingers pressed into my sex. I moaned softly as they slipped inside, my walls clenching around the small length he let in. I shuddered, my breath hitching as he removed them.

"Is that okay?" His voice called to me.

I eagerly nodded, hooded eyes finding his own. "Do it again."

He smirked, eager to please, as he dipped them back inside. My head fell back with a groan when he slipped them all the way inside. His thumb pressing small, yet firm circles on my clit, along with the curving strum he played on my pussy, was enough to have me shaking.

My hands reached for him, but he was too far away. He grunted, pushing more of his weight into my thighs until my knees nearly touched my breasts. His hand moved faster, pumping his fingers in and out of me, curving and playing a wonderful song of pleasure I had never heard before.

I was moaning softly, grabbing onto his forearm now as the strange high-feeling rippled down my body. I was clenching him, my pussy trying to take hold of him and never let him go. He cursed softly, increasing the pressure on my clit until I was gasping for breath.

"You like that?" He mumbled.

I nodded, head rolling back as he changed the position of his fingers. They were deep in me now, hooking into my soft flesh until they struck a nerve that had my hips thrusting into his face. I shrieked a gasp, one hand fisting the grass as the other clung to him like a lifeline. I locked my thighs around his biceps, parted by his thick body.

He was breathing heavily, his body warm and hard as I thrust back into him. I felt the buildup of pleasure come to me, and my back arched as it possessed me. My eyes flew open, finding the glowing sphere of the moon above the trees.

"Asra..." I moaned, my body shaking as I climaxed.

I clung onto him, my thighs locked, my nails digging into his skin. He continued to ride out the waves of my orgasm, only slowing down and stopping once my body sagged into the grass and I let out a loud moan of satisfaction. His fingers slid from me with ease, and he slowly placed my thighs on the floor. I looked at him just in time, to find him sucking the moisture from his fingers and thumb. I blushed furiously, dropping my eyes to his chest.

I had just come undone around his fingers.

His fingers...

His touch...

My eyes dropped, taking in the throbbing, veiny shaft between his legs. My thighs clenched automatically, my pussy aching for more. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to know what it was like when he was inside of me. Would he be as gentle as he just was? Would he listen to my every command? Or would he be rough, driving me to a brink of insanity?

"Are you okay, Tulip?" He wondered.

I nodded, heavy eyes being pulled back to his. "Yeah..."

He grinned, moving down to kiss me. As soon as his body was over mine, I was wrapping my hand around his cock. He froze as I held his weight, my fingers clutching him tightly so when he moved, his skin moved and caused him to suppress a moan.

"Tulip..." He warned.

"Asra..." I clicked my tongue.

He moved his head slightly away, studying me with those night sky eyes of his. "What do you want from me?"

I swallowed, the nerves threatening to come back to me. I pushed them down, fought with my internal battle. Asra wasn't cruel. He wouldn't hurt me.

Asra wasn't Darius.

Asra wasn't Darius.

"You..."