Asher had been patient all night, watching with dark, hungry eyes, touching whenever he could, waiting his turn while supporting the rest of us. By the time he finally positioned himself between my thighs, I was boneless, glowing, and utterly soaked with the releases of the other five men. My body felt loose and sensitive, every nerve still singing from wave after wave of pleasure. Yet the moment Asher’s hands settled on my hips, fresh desire sparked through me.
He slid in easily, groaning deeply at the slick, welcoming heat. “Beautiful,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me softly. His lips were gentle at first, almost reverent, as he began to move. His pace was unhurried, almost lazy, letting me feel every inch as he rocked into me. The slow drag and push allowed me to savor the way my
