Authors: Aria Cole
“Asher?” her sweet voice called from within the depths of my home. Like an angel, her voice called to me, her energy radiated towards me, like I was stuck in her own personal gravitational pull.
“Out here,” I called, taking another drink of my wine before standing to meet her at the French doors that opened on to the wraparound porch.
“It’s so beautiful,” Allie said when her eyes landed on the small table for two lit only by a single candle flickering in the corner. The moonlight over the willow was the perfect backdrop for my attempt to show her how I really felt. That she was so much more than a temporary fix.
“I hope carbonara is okay,” I said when I pulled her chair out for her. She sat delicately, her eyes traveling over the silver utensils and steaming bowl of pasta placed before us.
“It looks perfect. Peggy did a fantastic job,” she taunted, and I chuckled.
So sassy. I loved that about her. “I’ll have you know, it’s a family recipe,” I offered with a wink.
She laughed with a shake of her head. “Thank you for being so kind to me,” she said, suddenly serious. I was instantly sad that she felt like she needed to thank anyone for being kind to her. She’d been surrounded by selfish assholes before now, but that was all in the past. Allie would be treated with nothing with the greatest amount of respect and kindness if I had anything to do with it.
“I’m always here for you, for anything.” I squeezed her hand before releasing it and taking another sip of my wine. I wasn’t used to being the perfect date, not used to wooing a woman, but it didn’t feel like wooing with her. It felt natural. Exciting. I wanted to move the world for her, give her every last thing she could ever want. “I was in touch with a friend today.” I turned the topic to one I knew she’d love—her brothers. “I’d like him to snoop around for anything on Judy, maybe there’s something else she’s in violation of--”
“But what then? The boys get shipped to another foster home? Those places are more bad than good.” She shook her head as sadness darkened her irises. “Julian is the oldest and he isn’t even eighteen for a few months yet, but even then he won’t have anywhere to go. He won’t even have his GED. He can’t support himself.” Her eyes held mine, concern burning bright.
“Okay, we’ll help him, I swear, but Allie…” I paused, my hand reaching out for hers again. “Does that mean you don’t have your GED either? Maybe that’s something we can work on while you're here.”
“No, no. I have mine. I insisted on it, plus an intelligent woman commands a higher price. Judy was very aware of that,” she grunted, and I sensed the brick wall surrounding her heart was still tall and perfectly intact. If I had it my way, those assholes would face criminal charges, but one step at a time. One slow, calculated step at a time.
“I’m glad you told me about them. I’m going to do everything I can, they’ll send a social worker to the house, and I’ve already contacted a friend at the FBI to alert them about the escort service.” I stopped, catching her wide eyes.
“No! No, you can’t send social workers!” she said quickly. “She’ll know it was me, and she’ll punish the boys. She’s already close to kicking Julian out. She doesn’t realize he’s pulling the weight for the other boys. Please, promise you won’t say anything,” she begged, tears forming in her eyes again. Her love for them astounded me. I could only hope she’d love me that fiercely someday.
“Okay, okay, so we’ll take it the safe way. I don’t want to stir anything up,” I said, reassuring her again. She may have a wall around her own heart, but her heart was certainly big enough to fit everyone she loved inside of it. “We’ll work on it, Allie. I promise you, we’ll get them out.” She only nodded, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin. “Now we can’t let this get cold, let’s eat,” I enthused, attempting to redirect her focus and spooning a heaping pile of pasta on her plate, then pouring myself another glass of wine.
Everything about her astounded me. She seemed so much older than eighteen, from eloquently spoken responses and wisdom beyond her years, to the curves of her body and the delicate twists of her lush hair. She was my equal in every way.
“Thank you for such a wonderful night. I did not expect it,” she sighed as her body swayed against mine while we walked down the moonlit path to the apple orchard later. I relished the contact, feeling the energy hop and buzz between us like champagne bubbles. This had been the right decision. Everything about her had been right. She paused then, halting me in my steps, and pressed up on her tip toes to touch my lips with hers.
I sighed against her mouth, feeling my heart slow to a torturous beat. We were tucked away in our little precious bubble, the moonlight reflecting off the rosy flesh of the apples and highlighting her luminous skin. I trailed a hand across her shoulders and pulled her hair to one side. She peered up at me, her glistening eyes gleaming in the light as a smile curved her lips. The smile of an angel that had my heart sprouting wings.
“You give me everything I could ever need just being here.” I kissed her lips again, losing myself in the romance and the night, falling into her touch and her scent, until my hands were tangled in her hair and we were both on our knees in the grass, hands and lips devouring each other, the dew-washed apples a canopy above us.
Her hands roamed my back, across the expanse of my shoulders and through my hair as she kissed me, pressing her lips against mine, bruising the flesh as she took from me as much as I took from her. With the wine urging me on, my hands slipped up the simple dress she’d worn tonight and pulled down the white cotton of her panties.
“Asher...” She gasped on repeat between feverish kisses across my neck when my fingers made contact with her slick, wet pussy. Her hands worked at the buttons of my shirt before cotton gave way to cool flesh, and I found myself naked from the torso up. In one quick movement, I worked the zipper down on my pants. “Hurry,” she pleaded, her hair wild and laid out beneath me in the grass as she panted and mewed like a kitten. “I want you, Asher.” Her pleas went straight to my already throbbing cock.
“So sweet,” I hushed as I finally pulled my zipper down. No longer restrained by my boxers and my gentlemanly inhibitions, I gasped when her tiny fist circled my length and she pulled. She pulled and then tugged, then swirled her tongue over the tip like she'd been doing it for years, before her eyes cast up to mine. A flash of lust colored her eyes before her mouth wrapped around the sensitive skin of my searing hot length. The last remnants of my good sense fled my brain like a retreating army when her succulent lips made contact with my cock. My conscience abandoned the scene and all that remained was the wild, virulent man that’d been buried inside for so many years.
My hips jerked as I placed both hands in her hair, as much to steady myself as it was to control her. If she did this too hard, too fast, too anything, I would come in a violent torrent down her throat. “Allie,” I panted, then pulled her off my cock, not ready to be done with her yet, but knowing I had to treat her right. This was about her, everything was for her.
We could only have our first time once. I had to make it right. “Calm down, let me do this,” I soothed as I laid her back in the grass, nestling my body between her legs as my hands smoothed at her thighs. She watched me riveted as her chest heaved, the nipples puckering beneath her dress and begging for my tongue. I kissed across her torso, my hands working her dress farther and farther up her body as I went. I nearly lost it when I pushed the fabric over her panties, catching a glimpse of her sweet mound.
I grazed my nose across the fabric, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal, before snapping the elastic of the waistband with my teeth and continuing on my journey. Her breathing hitched as her stomach rose and fell violently, unsure of where I might go next, arousal and desire pulsing through every nerve ending. I pushed the dress up her waist and pulled it over her shoulders, finding she wore only her panties, no bra, her breasts round. A perfect handful, made for my touch.
“Jesus, you’re stunning. Has anyone ever said that? You’re so sweet. I’m sure I don’t deserve you,” I husked, then dived in, my tongue and lips sucking and pulling at her perky little buds until she was mewling and arching off the ground, coming alive beneath my fingers. She gasped and clutched at the grass before my hands dipped below the waist of her panties and began the slow dance across her clitoris.
I sucked and kissed, my cock raging hard and begging to be sheathed deep inside her sweet body, before I brought her to one swift orgasm with my hand. Before she could even come down from her first, I was pushing her cotton panties down her legs and spreading her thighs to straddle my face.
With the desperation of a starving man, I ran my tongue up her lips, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal, before I greedily lapped across her entrance with my tongue. She bucked and groaned into the night, her symphony urging me on before I swirled my tongue at her clit and sucked at the sweet juice. I added one thick finger to my assault, teasing at her entrance, probing and priming her for the invasion that would come. I couldn’t turn my back, she was too beautiful, too sweet, too kind and loving, and too right for me.
She was mine, she only needed to see that.
She sighed as I stroked inside the walls of her hot pussy, savoring the taste and feel of her, before I added one more finger, trying to stretch her slowly.
“Asher!” she cried when I nipped at her clit and worked my digits inside her body, the hardened little bud stiffening before her thighs went rigid for the second time, this time around my face as I brought her to another release with the aid of my tongue.
“So fucking delicious,” I whispered before crawling up her torso and kissing her again. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and she kissed me back instantly, tasting herself on my lips, making my dick so fucking hungry. I had the patience of a saint for not fucking her before now.
“Allie,” I groaned.
“Asher, I want you. Please, now,” she whispered feverishly.
“Couldn’t turn away from you if I tried, beautiful.” I kissed her again, slower this time, with reverence and appreciation. I trusted her, I respected her, hell, I loved her. I wanted us to be whole in every way.
I lined my cock at her hot slit, teasing her lips, rubbing my length against the sensitive bud of her clit. “I can’t wait to be buried inside you,” I whispered in her ear.
“I'm ready, but I’m scared,” she said softly with her eyes averted to the trees shrouding us.
“Hey, beautiful, look at me,” I whispered in the darkness. Her eyes opened slowly and she pushed one hand through my hair. Just her touch calmed every last ragged nerve I had. “Sweetheart, this is my first time, too. I waited a long time for you, for this. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else but you. This is the beginning for us, baby. This is my forever,” I breathed and soothed her anxiety with a slow kiss on the lips. She cupped my stubbled jawline and reassured me with every stroke that she felt this, too. This thing between us was alive and real and pulsed just as steadily as the beat of our hearts. She was ready.
I returned her kiss slowly as I eased my cock into her, inch by slow inch. I wanted to make this feel as good for her as it already did for me. Nerve endings sizzled, and all the sense I had left my brain as I tried to control myself in those first few moments. Time stopped, and the cool breeze whistled through the trees as we kissed and I eased myself inside her body, reveling in the feel of her skin on mine. I pushed myself to the limit. With her, I pushed myself home.
thirteen
Eve
I focused on the feel of his skin at my lips, the deep and languid kisses that curled my toes and turned my blood to molten lava. I focused on the press of his erection between my legs, where he ever so slowly, centimeter by slow centimeter, invaded my body. Something I’d never given to anyone else. My innocence.
I clutched at his shoulder blades as he paused, his eyes flickering across my face as he tried to make it as painless as possible. “Are you okay?” he whispered, and my heart melted instantly. He as good as snatched my heart up with his words, his concern, such a foreign concept to a girl like me.
I nodded, shutting my eyes tightly, hoping he wouldn’t see the tears hovering there. I didn’t want him to get the wrong impression, because they weren’t tears of pain like he may think. They were tears of joy. Pure, unadulterated joy at his overwhelming kindness, generosity, too large heart and sexy as hell rakish grin.
I’d found a Prince Charming. Now how on earth would I keep him?
I choked on one quick breath when Asher finally pushed into me and a thousand shooting nerves seemed to pierce me from the inside out. I clenched my muscles, wishing I’d realized he had a dick the size of a giant and that he may not actually fit inside me.
“The pain will fade, baby, just wait,” he soothed. “Give it a second.” His tongue laved at my earlobe and dusted across my collarbone down to my nipple. He sucked in slow, generous pulls, his eyes trained on mine the entire time. The level of intimacy, his command of my attention was almost embarrassing, but then I realized he knew exactly what he was doing.
The tension in my muscles eased, and my arousal caressed the pain away. Now all I felt was pleasure, outside of the slight pinch of his girth stretching me. “You’re so big,” I said, not even realizing the words tumbled from my mouth. “You feel so good.” I arched, rocking my hips slightly as my body adjusted.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You feel perfect.” He kissed between my breasts, then began a slow rock of his hips, his eyes falling back in his head as his neck strained and his biceps bulged while he held himself above me. “I never thought it would feel this good, this amazing,” he whispered as his rocking sped up. “Are you okay?” He bent, his forehead touching mine as his dark gaze tore through me.