'You can touch me with slow hands

Speed it up, baby, make me sweat

Dreamland, take me there 'cause I want your sex

If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away.'

*ALTHEA'S POV*

October 28, 2023.

"Good morning, Peachy." Asher welcomed me on my first step through the door, his grin seeming to replace the sunrise, half hidden into the horizon but still bright enough to make you blink, as I didn't remember glimpsing it on my way here.

Was it because of the morning fog or the haze of my thoughts, though?

Probably the latter as I hadn't caught the bird chirping either, only Asher's smoky voice being able to pierce through my cloudy mind.

"So what PT exercise are we starting with today?" He nodded at the seat across from him and the table, where his progress tracking sheets were set with a pen and all the necessary accessories.

"You're already... ready?"

How? It was the question probably written all over my ringed eyes as I sat down. How could the muffins on the plate in front of me look so fresh? How could he look so fresh, from his sharply shaven jaw to his styled hair, and even the twinkle in his clear eyes?

Whereas I felt in the same cloud of smoke as I'd been last night when I'd crashed out on my bed, although he'd smoked much more than I had of whatever strong weed Caleb had given him.

"Technically we're 45 minutes late, but—"

"What? Oh no, I'm sorry." My eyes opened wide as I only now checked my watch. "When is your electrodes session?"

"In 15 minutes. We still have some time."

I wasn't sure, but since for once he was motivated, I wouldn't contradict him, my fingers quickly reaching for the progress sheets.

"Okay, let's not waste more time then. Today, we're starting with the... hand exercises?"

Strange, I could have sworn it was the facial PT we'd planned yesterday, though my frown at the paper didn't change the words written there, and I didn't dare peer back through the fresh memories.

Asher had already exercised his mouth enough anyway, his smile appearing too perfectly crooked.

"It'll need some massaging 'cause it's really tense." He placed his left fist on the table between us, and indeed, 'tense' was a euphemism as my shaky fingers traced the protruding veins until his white knuckles, his muscles twitching under my touch.

"Breathe," I whispered, as much to him as for myself as my caresses became more intent, and with it, the familiar sparks of his skin against mine too. "Pull in the air... Push out the tensions..."

Or in this case, I pulled on his fingers, and the tensions traveled through mine as I tried to unclench his tight fist.

"You know you can use both of your hands. Don't be afraid, Peachy. It doesn't bite." But...

He didn't add anything more than a raspy chuckle; he didn't have to, as the familiar words were in my ears, arousing goosebumps on the sensitive skin there and tugging on all my nerves, as sharply as a nip.

And yet, when I snapped my gaze up towards him, he hadn't moved an inch, except for his right hand that reached for my left one as he guided me to use my ten fingers around his large fist.

"Mhm... Just like that... Your hands feel heavenly."

To be honest, I had no idea what I was doing at this point. It was only him that was leading my movements: his right hand urging and pressing my strokes, but also his darkening gaze holding mine, even under heavy lids as he tilted his head back, the deepening puffs of air pushing in and out of his parted lips, and the warmth pulsing against my palms as my hands caressed up and down, twisted, slid all the way until... the tip of his fingers.

The rough pads against my skin made me jump away as I realized his fist was fully open.

"Um, I guess we can start the exercises now." I licked my dry lips, glancing down at his broad hand spread out on the table, more relaxed than I'd ever seen it, surely because I'd sucked in the tensions, and now, even his groan strained on all my muscles.

"Just when it was getting good..."

"Come on. It'll be fun."

"We don't have the same definition of 'fun'," he mumbled, his narrowed eyes following my movements as I turned to the instruction sheet and explained that the first exercise was the 'beckoning motion'.

"You know the gesture you make when you want someone to come closer."

"Like that?" His hand appeared above the paper, bending in the motion before I could even show him the drawing.

"Yes, it's really—"

Before I could finish my sentence, however, his index and little fingers froze again.

"Bad." He sighed, the exhale heavy enough to lift the hair on top of my head, but not to move his fingers. Not even both my hands could.

I kept my hold there though, in the hope of helping him relax, or at least, not letting more tensions travel to his face.

"No, it's not. Look, you already have two fingers moving out of four. It's half of it. Do you realize all the progress you've made in just a few weeks? It's really good."

"'Half of it' you say?" he hummed, the strain between his eyebrows staying as deep, although it turned into a concentrated frown as he seemed to be calculating something, which I soon realized was the number of beats he could make my heart skip when he continued, "So it's not a 'come closer' motion, just a 'come' motion?"

As if to illustrate his words, he curled and uncurled his two fingers again and again, making it impossible to steady my heart rate.

"You're a perv."

"You're the one who told me half of it was really good."

"I-I didn't mean it like that."

I hadn't even noticed how suggestive the gesture was. However, now, it was all I could see, along with the devious sparkle in his green eyes as he continued to move his fingers. Wasn't he tired?

"Anyway, let's move on to the next exercise." I shook away the image that threatened to appear in my mind, forcing all my focus on the instructions sheet and praying it wouldn't be another movement with an ambiguous meaning.

Though Asher could twist anything into a sexual innuendo; it was one of his many talents, like taking my heart in every direction.

"Yeah, not something I'll never need to use."

"It's not what I meant either." I put the sheet back down, finding his pale gaze again, except the twinkle of playfulness had vanished, and without it, the jade shades resembled the fogged window of a haunted house, where you tried to peek through in search of someone you knew, hoping the ghosts hadn't already snatched them away.

"I... I'm sure you'll use your... half-beckoning motion again, and many girls would love to help you practice it."

"And you?"

Here was a flicker of light again. Only a flicker, though, like a faint flame behind the glass, ready to die out or break into a wildfire as he asked in a smoky whisper,

"Would you?"

—Have sex with Asher?

Sarah's question returned like a faraway echo in the charged silence, a faint wisp of smoke in the already thick air between us, dragging every word I'd replied after with it until I could feel them weighing on each heavy rise of my chest. As if they could have ever dissipated.

"You know it," I confessed in a suffocated whisper, averting my gaze down as his penetrating one burned through me.

Yet he was quick to lift my chin again, his two fingers that had curled into a suggestive 'come' motion now bringing me close, closer and closer...

Wasn't there a table between us before? Because now, all I could feel was the heat of his body drawing me in, the sparks of his touch urging my weak legs to run away, his warm breaths tickling my shaky lips, and this ardent look in his eyes that gathered a million emotions behind mine.

Was I about to cry or kiss him?

I wasn't sure myself until his faint gasp collided with my quiet sob, the soft roughness of his lips melting against mine, and wetness streamed down my cheeks.

The two opposite actions weren't so different, eventually. Both were growing from somewhere deep inside, squeezing and tugging at every part of your being before it happened finally, releasing into a freeing rush, like the crack of a glass wall being shattered.

The warmth all over, the shudders, the thumps of my heart hammering out of control... everything was the same as he returned the kiss, the caresses of his mouth flowing like the tears out of my eyes... unstoppable, inevitable, and searing everywhere they slipped.

One thing was different, nonetheless; when the tears receded, no one craved more. Whereas, when the kiss ended...

"Can I try to give you an orgasm?" He lightly tugged at my lips, with his teeth sucking the salty-sweet taste there, but also with his breathless words taking me back all these years ago, when I'd replied to his first offer.

"Yes... I mean, you can try."

What had I said?

The fire of challenge flaring in his darkening eyes made me regret my words in less than a beat of my thrumming heart as he stared at me like I were a golden trophy, something he would seize swiftly out of defeat's hands, something as priceless. Although I was probably far from shining when his right thumb brushed the tears off my cheek, the soft gesture contrasting with the raw, demanding edge of his voice.

"Turn around and sit on my lap."

Those raspy words shot like statics along my nerves, shutting off any other information in my brain, and before I knew it, my body was complying—well, my knees gave out, and he was there to catch me with his right hand on my waist.

For the rest, I didn't know where I was anymore, my hand grasping onto something metal-cold while I melted into him, from the feverish kisses his lips trailed in the arch of my neck to the heat of his bare skin in my back, from the warm tingles of his left hand on my hip to the blaze he was sparking in my core with the mere grazes of his fingertips on the buttons of my jeans, which didn't take long to pop open.

Of course, he had a lot of experience. Meanwhile, I was struggling to keep up with the throbbings inside my body.

It didn't matter, though, when his voice directed me like a puppet on the strings he tugged.

"Open your mouth for me, Peachy."

I didn't even question it, my eyes pinching closed, and my lips parting as I welcomed whatever he gave me—in this case, his 'half-beckoning motion'.

Right, I was still on top of him, even if he was taking all control from under.

"Good girl," he groaned in my ear as my lips released his curled fingers with a pop, and if the gesture had looked obscene before, it had been nothing in comparison with the image now, coated in my saliva and disappearing inside my jeans.

And even less with how it felt.

Of course, it wasn't soft and sensual with his stiff movements, as he had to use his other hand to pull my panties aside. It was raw, rocky... It was him, and my legs opened wider as his fingertips dragged through my wetness, his strained thumb accidentally flicking my clit in a reflex. Or was it accidental?

It was hard to know when the right corner of his Cheshire cat grin tickled my neck, and his left arm strained more and more to shift his fingers lower toward my entrance.

Never had I seen him this focused on getting a movement right as he tried to adjust the angle of his wrist and avoid hurting me.

Never had I been this impatient for him to just move, as the second the tip of his fingers slipped into my slit, my hips jerked forwards, and the next, we both sucked in a gasp at the overwhelming sensation of my muscles swallowing his two long digits.

"Fuck, you're so tight." His voice echoed in my ear, so low and breathy that it felt like coming from another time, and yet it vibrated straight into goosebumps all over my skin. "I missed you, Peachy."

I wanted to tell him I did too, so much, the words on the tip of my tongue, but nothing came out of my parted lips. Not even oxygen, it seemed, the air in my lungs as thick and intoxicating as smoke, surely from the fire spreading in my core as his fingers started curling and uncurling, sparking all my nerve endings with his 'half-beckoning' motion.

"I know. I know..." He softly kissed along my cheeks, licking away the saltiness, and talking appeared useless when my muscles were stretching and contracting tighter and tighter around his fingers, as if trying to pull him deeper with every move he made.

He didn't have to do much actually, the mere flexion of his two digits already brushing my most sensitive nerves as, even after all this time, he knew my body like his favorite puzzle to build and dismantle.

Though he'd never been one to do only the bare minimum. He always did more. He always was more, and soon, his other hand snaked under my crop top, and his teeth claimed the tender skin under my ear, making sure to build and dismantle the pressure in each of my cells, with each of his touches...

Until I was a writhing mess of moans and sparks, and again, I found more under me.

"Just so you know, everything is fully functional down there." He rolled his hips forward, letting me feel everything through the thin fabric of his shorts, while his chuckle traveled straight from his chest to mine—It was how close we were, and yet, I needed more.

My body started rocking with his, following his lead, even if I wasn't sure where we were rushing. To the peak of a cliff or the deep pit of inferno? Maybe the crater of a volcano where the lava was simmering?

It was the closest image I could come with to describe the sensations rattling through my nerves, so new yet familiar.

I probably could have identified them better if I'd slowed down just an instant, but a desperate instinct urged me to not waste a split second, which our hearts were ticking in a maddening countdown as everything accelerated: his caresses, the tingles fusing between us, and the mindless sounds tumbling out of my lips.

"Shh... As much as I want to hear you scream my name when you come, it'll have to wait for another time. You don't want the guys to hear you, do you?"

Which 'guys'? Weren't we alone at the summit of a volcano? It felt like it when his voice pushed me to the edge of the crater.

"Touch your clit for me, Peachy."

As if his relentless 'come' motions, his thorough exploration of my chest, his hungry kisses marking me all over my neck, and every inch of his skin gliding against mine weren't rising enough fusing lava and screams through my body... I complied, the pleasure bursting instantly like a pyroclastic flow: searing hot, overwhelming, and engulfing everything in its thick cloud.

I barely had time to catch a glimpse of his ardent green gaze before everything turned black

"A... Ash—"

"Asher," His name slipped out in a hoarse gasp, burning my throat as my eyes shot open, finding nothing but darkness, cold, and the deafening throbbing of my heart for an instant.

Until I took in the dim and blurry shapes of my hotel room, the damp sheets sticking to my skin, and my heart halted when I realized it had just been a dream.

Nevertheless, my hands still patted around the mattress, reaching for the pieces of metal on my nightstand: my glasses and the bedside lamp, as I scanned around the room, making sure I was alone.

I was, even if I could still feel him everywhere, from the droplets trickling down my jaw to the heat between my legs.

It had just been a dream.

It's just been a dream... 🙈

Who's guessed it instantly? 👀 I mean, it couldn't be that easy 😅 and she still has a fiancé. But it was fun to write a little steaminess 🔥😈!

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I love to hear from you my little Peaches!! 😘❤️🍑✨