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MONTANA

“Asa.” My lips are pressed against his throat.

He’s walking with my legs wrapped around his waist. The need for each other is at an all-time high after today’s fiasco, even if we did have one another this morning after waking up.

Right now, it’s different. It feels like we’ve surpassed this huge hurdle, the first argument, both of us putting our egos aside, mainly Asa on that front, and now it’s our time.

“Fuck, Montana, I’m not going to make it to our bed if you keep doing that.” My back is against the wall the instant those words leave his lips. I don’t quit licking and kissing his throat, loving the flavor of his skin.

“Off,” I moan, trying to get his shirt off his body. I need there to be no clothing on him.

“Lips,” he demands. I move my lips away from his throat, reluctantly at first, until our mouths fuse together. He licks my lower lip, making me moan and gaining entrance all at once. Our tongues mingle, bodies squirming, breathlessly moaning.

“No,” I murmur, not wanting to lose his lips when he pulls away.

He takes a step back, making me breathe heavily as I watch him pull his shirt up and over his head and steps out of his boots.

Thank goodness for slip-on work shoes at this moment because if he’d have to take the time unlace, I’d cry in pain alone.

“Montana, you’ve got two seconds before I rip those clothes off you, and I know how much you love your frilly blouses.

” My hands automatically move to the buttons of my shirt, sliding the pearl-style buttons through the holes.

Asa’s shirt, boots, and socks are now off.

Clearly, he isn’t wasting any time. I’ve barely gotten my shirt off when I see his cock is out, jeans on the ground, and he’s holding his length firmly, stroking it, a drop or precum on the head.

Unable to help myself, I bend down, my tongue wrapping around the head of his dick.

“Babe.” His voice is full of pleasure as he groans what he calls me when he can’t be bothered to say my full name.

His hand holds my head in place. My shirt is off, breasts falling out of the demi-cup bra, and I’m sure if I saw myself in a mirror right now, I would see nothing but sheer joy on my face.

“Get your pants off while you’re playing with my cock.” It seems demanding Asa is out to play tonight. Even though we’re reconnecting on a sensual level, that doesn’t mean he’s willing to give up his dominant side.

“Hmmm,” I moan against him as I suck the head of his dick in my mouth, only able to do that as he’s still using his fist to slide up and down.

It takes me a few minutes, fumbling with the clasp of my black slacks, until I finally get my fingers to cooperate, and the wide-leg pants fall to the floor.

My shoes were gone the moment I walked into the house, one of those habits I’ve always had, plus heels of any kind aren’t something I’d like to wear all day and well into the night.

“Enough.” Asa uses my hair to pull me away from his length. I could really hate him for it, except he’s completely naked. I’m standing before him in only my bra, which isn’t doing a whole lot at this moment, and my lace panties.

“What? You don’t want to come down my throat?” I ask while unclasping the front closure of my bra, allowing it to slide down my arms, then hooking my fingers in the lace fabric at my hips, pulling them down, coming eye to eye with his cock. A low keen leaves me, mouth salivating to taste him again.

“Next time. Right now, I want your cunt wrapped around my cock so tightly I don’t know where you end and I begin.” His words are like a punch to the gut, a kick to the heart, and a balm to my soul.

“Please, Asa, hurry.” My hands grasp his shoulders as he lifts me up by my hips, legs wrapping around his waist. Once again, I’m against the wall, the frames on the wall shaking as he slides inside me with one powerful thrust of his hips.

My body is already locking up tight after the visual foreplay, the way my mouth was wrapped around his length, knowing that if I kept working him, he would have come down my throat.

Getting up while getting him off is always the best reward.

“Son of a bitch, you need to let my cock go, babe. I’m not going to last, and you haven’t even come yet.” He groans. I let go of him barely, unable to stop my body from the onslaught of senses that are overwhelming me.

“No way. Move, Asa.” I buck my hips up when he attempts to hold still, trying to get him to move. The clench in his jaw and the way his eyes are closed so tightly crinkles appear on the sides tell me he’s on the edge of hell. We both are, and I can’t wait until he lets go.

“Not yet. It’s another memory. I’m not ready.

Not yet.” He shakes his head no. How am I supposed to make him hurry through this after those words?

I squeeze his shoulders, fingers pressing into the back of them, holding my body so still while Asa’s now open eyes blaze a trail down my body from the top of my head to my eyes, lingering on my lips before moving further south, landing on my chest, where my nipples are pebbled and my breathing is so heavy it’s only making them appeal more to his eyes.

“Fuck, Montana Rose, look at you all hot and bothered for me. I swear I’ll never ever willingly let this go, not what’s between us.” My hands slide up to his neck, pulling on him until his eyes are back on me.

“I know that, Asa, I knew that even when you left. We’ll always find our way back to each other.

” Those words have him moving, taking what he wants, both of us in rapture as he quickens his movements.

My core clenches down on his cock, unable to hold on to the orgasm that’s been simmering on the edge, triggering his right along with it, feeling the warmth coat me with everything that is this amazing man in front of me.

“I love you,” I whimper through my orgasm, hearing Asa respond with “Love you.” My head tips back, and I relish every single sensation, right here with Asa.