adjust to him.
“So tight,” he said, gritting his teeth.
She raised her hips again, bringing him still deeper, and
moaned as her body strained to take all of him inside.
His mouth covered hers and their tongues mingled and swirled
together in the dance. Again he pulled back, leaving her feeling empty, before
slowly deepening the plunge. She felt full, but the discomfort had passed,
leaving the tremble of desire in its wake. Nancy became caught up in the tempo
as he rocked forward and back just enough so that he rubbed against her already
hypersensitive clit.
With each forward thrust, she moaned louder. His movement
grew bigger until he nearly pulled all the way out before sliding deep into her
pussy and out again.
Nancy wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him even
deeper. He groaned and plunged harder. Deep in her core, the strings that held
her together began to grow taut once again. Her pussy tingled with expectation
and her clit ached with need. She teetered so close to going over the edge,
where those threads would snap. His fingers slipped between them and he pressed
her needy clit hard, exposing the sensitive bud to the friction of their
bodies. His pelvis came forward, abrading those nerve endings over and over
again. She shattered as the orgasm overwhelmed and spiraled out of control,
while Asher applied more pressure to her clit. The sensations rolled and
crashed over her as he continued to thrust. He reared up one final time,
emptying himself inside her.
Asher took his fingers away while the orgasm still coursed
through, making her shake and gasp for breath. His arms wrapped tightly around
her, he rolled until they were both on their sides and she tucked herself
tightly against him. His skin was coated with a light sheen of perspiration and
he smelled of warm musk. She felt sheltered while her rapture overwhelmed every
logical thought. She shook in his arms, and he kissed her face and hair,
muttering softly about how wonderful and beautiful she was. He held her like
that until the vibrations passed.
She looked up at him.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m better than okay.” She felt the heat rising in her
cheeks.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush before.”
She turned her head away.
He kissed her hair just behind her ear. “That was wonderful,
Nance.”
“For me too.” Unable to stop herself, she yawned.
Asher laughed out loud and hugged her tighter. “Get some
sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”
Chapter Three
Waking up with Nancy curled beside him flooded Asher with
feelings he’d pushed aside for years. She wasn’t the only woman in the
settlement at Mexico City half in love with Ian Scott. Most of the women were.
Ian saved the world when he saved Aileen. Everyone knew that. Asher couldn’t
even be too resentful of his friend’s fame, since Ian never asked for or took
advantage of any of it. He loved Aileen and never looked at any of the women
who gazed adoringly in his direction.
Not that Asher suffered from loneliness. He had plenty of
women who would have loved to spend time with him and he indulged himself on
more than one occasion. Nancy was special, tough and fragile with the face of
an angel, but she didn’t seem to have a clue of her own appeal. He knew that
several men had approached her, but she’d only had eyes for Ian until last
night.
He brushed the tangle of hair away from her face and studied
her. What had changed? Had last night just been gratitude for saving her?
Before he could ponder it any more, her eyes popped open and she smiled up at
him. Every thought but wanting her again flew from his mind.
“Good morning.” Her voice sounded scratchy from sleep.
His cock was instantly hard. Every fiber of his being cried
out to stay exactly where they were, make love until they were both satisfied
and fell back asleep in each other’s arms. Unfortunately, the situation
demanded they get moving again as soon as possible. This town
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