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His arms came around
her and he held her close, kissing her hair.
    “You were waiting for Ian.” It wasn’t a question.
    She nodded and buried her face in his chest.
    “Are you sure you want to stop waiting?” he asked.
    Nancy thought about Ian. She had been waiting over four
years for a man who was never going to be hers. As embarrassment flooded her,
she could feel the heat fill her neck and face. Her chest tightened with unshed
tears. How could she have been so foolish?
    Ian had been a dream, but Asher was real. Looking at him,
her skin tingled with excitement. When they kissed, her pussy pulsed with
wanting.
    Her heart beat so fast she wasn’t sure she would get the
words out. “I’m sure, Ash. I want this. I want you.”
    His lips curled up, but only on the one side, and his eyes
sparkled. “Then if you come with your clothes still on, we’ll just have to see
that you come again with them off.”
    The delicate flesh between her legs ached almost painfully.
She was so on the brink that the idea of coming twice nearly sent her over the
edge. She ground her pussy against him and moaned, feeling his rigid cock
through his jeans against her pelvis. The rough cotton of her own denim abraded
her swollen clit.
    She kissed his chest, neck and chin. He tasted like the
outdoors, woodsy and slightly salty, almost like the rosemary that grew wild
around her family home in Georgia. It called her back for more. She couldn’t
get enough.
    His left hand skimmed the side of her breast where she lay
on top of him. Sensations flowed from his fingertips and tiny gasps spilled
from her lips. Naked to the waist, their bodies were pressed together. The feel
of his taut skin on her softer parts, made her feel like a violin with its
strings twisted so tightly that the slightest touch created sound. She felt
like those strings might snap at any moment. His other hand gripped her ass and
pulled her hard against his rod, grinding their bodies together and tightening
her string even further. She became caught up in the rhythm and heard herself
moaning around his kisses. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her higher,
taking one nipple into his mouth. He sucked so hard that the pleasure bordered
on pain, and she cried out, arching more completely into his mouth. The
sensation sent a shock of electricity directly to her slit and she ground against
his body. She felt the building orgasm and pushed back to hold it at bay.
    As if he knew she was holding back, he gripped her ass with
both hands, pulling her against the rough material of his jeans where they
covered his rock-hard cock. Through two layers of denim, the added pressure on
her clit sent her shuddering with an explosion of sensations, as her climax
erupted from her center. She could hardly breathe, but moaned loudly as the
waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her body shook and she clutched at his
shoulders, continuing to press her core against his hard body. Asher held her
tightly until the sensations began to subside and her breathing slowed to short
gasps for air.
    Flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment, several
moments passed before Nancy felt like she could speak. “I’m sorry.”
    “For what? That was amazing.” He rolled over so she rested
on her back looking up at him.
    His hands traced the sensitive skin around her areola and
down her ribs. He tugged at the button on her jeans until it gave way before
unzipping the fly and pulling them over her hips. When she lay completely naked
in front of him, he looked in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Nancy.”
    “No, I’m not,” she protested.
    Part of her wanted to cover up, but another part was excited
by her nudity. The Southern lady she had been raised to be wanted to pull the
sheet over herself or run into the next room. The woman who had survived the
apocalypse and the aftermath basked in his attention. She raised her arms over
her head, arched her back and languidly stretched out to give him a better
view. He