His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) by Cerys du Lys Read Free Book Online Page B

like I might never see anything again, blinded forever.
    My other senses took over.  I smelled his cologne, sharp and sweet, close on his neck, rushing into my nose; orange and leather.  I felt his fingers in me and on me, yes, but his other hand held me, gripping my skirt and pulling, keeping me rooted on the edge of the table like a lifeline.  And his suit jacket close to me, the sound and feel of it, soft wrinkles.
    I heard more, too.  Between my legs, a slick, steady sound.  It made me excited, but embarrassed in a way; and, though I wouldn't admit it to anyone except maybe Asher if he pried, the embarrassment excited me somewhat, too.  The table was heavy and stood strong, but if I listened hard enough I could almost hear the creaking and groaning of wooden legs struggling to shift on the carpet.
    Taste, too.  His mouth on mine, yes, but more than that, also.  The smells in the air wafted through my nose and settled on the back of my tongue like some delightful treat.  Asher's cologne mixed with his kiss, leaving me with a heady taste of him and dark citrus.  I... this was almost too much, but I could smell the barest hints of sex and my arousal, too, and the taste, it was...
    I wanted him to thrust his cock inside of me.  Thrust hard, coat his shaft in my arousal, and then pull out.  I wanted to hurry to my knees and wrap my lips around his manhood, savoring the full feeling of his cockhead, then his shaft, filling my mouth, and I wanted to taste his heat and warmth and my sweet arousal, combined as one.
    I didn't know if that's what whores and sluts and homewreckers wanted to do, too.  Maybe later I'd think about it more.  Right now, I was too busy with other things.
    My orgasm sliced through me.  Sizzling, warm, spreading outwards, my climax pressed and settled into my core, then outwards, onwards, rushing into the rest of my body.  My legs tensed, stomach clenched, body tightened, taut and hard.  My inner depths grabbed at Asher's fingers, but he slipped them in and out, evading my grasp, moving faster and faster.  He pressed harder into me, pulling, beckoning and coaxing my orgasm further. 
    It came and I came and I spasmed and writhed on the table.  My arms abandoned me and I fell, but Asher kept me safe.  He lowered me to the table, kissing me, touching me, fingers inside me and on me.  His other hand cradled my back, holding me carefully.  I was lost now, like before, but this time in a good way.  I didn't feel helpless or useless or alone; I felt strength and pleasure and love.
    My orgasm peaked, higher, finding its apex, and then it slowly calmed, lowering and settling.  Asher could have kept it heightened, I knew, but he slowed his pace and let me relax atop the table.  My entire body felt soft and sleepy, but vibrant and alive, too.  I felt like springtime, a flower waking up after winter and blossoming into beauty.
    Asher gently removed his fingers from inside of me, but he didn't let me go.  His hand cupped my sex, keeping me warm and safe, holding me tight.  He leaned forward and lifted himself onto the table, bringing his lips close to my ear.
    "When we first met," he said.  "When we did this, I knew I shouldn't have.  I'm sorry for that, Jessika.  I let things get out of hand.  I went too far, but I did stop before things went further."
    Somewhat dazed, but interested, I cocked my head to the side.  "Hm?"
    "You were so erotic and wet.  You moved and wiggled on the table.  It was so sexual and arousing to me.  It literally took every part of me to stop myself from ripping open my pants, pulling out my cock and fucking you right then and there.  I wanted you so badly."
    "Did you really?" I asked, smiling at the thought.  I remembered thinking I wanted him to do that, too.  Would we both have regretted it if he did?  Nothing was easy after that, and later things became even harder.  I'm not sure what would have happened.
    "I did," he said, returning my smile.  "Can