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Her hand fisted into his hair as she moaned.

He wrapped both arms under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed as his lip wrapped around the little bundle of nerves and sucked.

“Oh my god, Asher.” She fisted his hair and pulled it.

Holding his face to her center, he devoured her. With slow, deliberate licks, he drove her closer and closer to what she needed. He intended to take his time with her and have her begging for it.

In most areas in their life, Sunny had complete control over him. He was wrapped around her finger. But here—no, here in the bedroom—he was in control, and she knew it.

Her turning over that control to him was a gift, and it wasn’t one he took for granted. And he intended to show her just how grateful he was for that gift many, many times that night.

As she began to grind herself against his face, he laid one hand over her stomach, holding her steady. She wasn’t going to come until he was ready to let her. With a groan of frustration, her hand fisted tighter in his hair.

Sucking on her clit, he pulled out his cock and stroked himself. He’d always taken pleasure in the act of pleasing, but with Sunny, it was different. Her cries of pleasure fed him. He lifted his hand, allowing her to rock against his face and take what she needed. Her back bowed off the bed, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he fed on her climax.

As she came down, he sat back on his haunches, enjoying the view of his woman stretched out before him. As her breathing stabilized, he stood and pushed his jeans down over his hips before slipping out of them. He nodded for her to move up as he crawled over her.

He settled between her legs, but he was still in no hurry. They had nothing but time, as far as he was concerned. Propping himself up on an elbow, he gently brushed her hair from her forehead before pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

Yes, the fire was still there, but so was the tenderness. He loved Sunny more than he had the words to communicate. He always had, but now that she was back and he was here with her, sometimes, he just had to stop and look at her to remind himself she was real and really his.

He pulled back and gazed into her eyes, feeling the magic of their soul-deep connection.

“I love you, Asher.”

She said it so simply, like it was the easiest thing possible. It always had been until she left, but she was back. It was time to let it be simple again.

“I love you, too, Sunshine Palmer.”

A warm smile stretched across her cheeks as she took his face in her hands and brought it down to her. She kissed him with all the passion she had to give, and it was the perfect amount.

Everything about Sunny was the perfect amount. From each dip and swell of her beautiful body to the warmth she spread to everyone she met. She was perfect.

They kissed each other and lost all track of time and the world around them, lost and found in the same kiss. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he notched himself at her entrance and, without breaking the connection, slowly pushed in. They continued to kiss as he thrust.

She whimpered and clung to him. Sliding one hand into her hair, he held her close, continuing to kiss her. His other hand traveled down her body, exploring all the hills and valleys of her lush soft skin. He squeezed one of her full breasts before rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She whimpered again as his hand traveled farther down. This time, he grabbed her hips and changed the angle to slowly pump in and out against her clit.

She broke the kiss as her lips turned into little pants.

“Oh, fuck, Asher, that feels so fucking good,” she said as her hips started working in unison with his.

Their bodies moved so easily together, like they’d been doing this for years and knew exactly what the other liked, synced up to each other’s pleasure.

She clung to his back as her panting and whimpers drove them both closer to their climax.

“Sunshine, I need you to come with me. Can you do that?”

She nodded.

“I’m so fucking close,” he gritted out, but he wasn’t quite ready for it to be over.

He never wanted to stop. How could he? Nothing in his life had ever felt as good as this moment. He continued rocking and grinding.

“Please, Asher, I’m going to come.”

“Give it to me,” he said.

At the mere utterance of those words, she broke apart, and her pussy fluttered around his dick until it was throbbing. He gave three last strong thrusts before following her right over the edge.