He wanted to shove his dick in her straight to his balls over and over, hard enough to knock pictures off the wall.

She needed to come first, though. He needed to hear it.

He moved up the bed, getting on his back. “PJ, come up here. I want you on my mouth.”

He loved the way she roused, like a cat moving from a sunny spot. She stretched her back, arching with a knowing smile on her lips.

“You know exactly what you do to me,” he murmured.

She straddled his waist and slid herself over his cock. That hot, wet pussy he’d just been talking about surrounded him. She groaned and did it again.

Magnificent.

He looked up at this magic he’d been unbelievably lucky to have found.

“Mmmm. I like this too.”

He let her do it one last time and urged her up with a touch. “You have another task.”

She hesitated just a moment in mid-grind, her gaze on his. The left corner of her mouth tipped up and she finished, making them both shiver a little.

“You know you’re going to pay for that.”

He scooted down and she moved up his body until she was where he’d told her to be.

“I really hope so. Or else why would I do those things?”

This part of what they had, it had been the best surprise of all. The humor and teasing back-and-forth had been unexpectedly hot. And totally unique to PJ. She wasn’t afraid of him. She didn’t do things because they were steps in a game. She wanted to please him. Wanted him to please her. But she genuinely gave herself over to their relationship on every level.

There was a joy in her that he’d never thought he’d crave the way he did. Being around her made him content. Being around her like this?

She knew what he wanted and bent forward to grip the headboard as he took the first lick.

And then he lost himself in her.

He left her shaking.

Asa Barrons more than anyone else she’d ever met knew how to push her every single button.

She hung her head, holding on to his headboard hard enough she might have heard the wood groan.

His beard abraded the inside of her thighs as he ate her pussy like he’d been starving for it. She’d be just a tiny bit sore. He’d told her he liked that, liked knowing he’d be on her mind.

That was hot too.

He sucked her clit between his lips and she nearly jumped off the bed. Here he dominated her like everything else. He wanted to touch and lick every part of her and took his time, setting a slow pace at first, building sensation and speed as he went until there was nothing left but a climax that hit her so hard and utterly that she could do nothing else but keep holding on to the headboard until he moved at last, helping her to her belly on the bed, a pillow under her hips.

Asa ignored the slight shake in his grip as he rolled the condom on and lined himself up before pushing all the way into her body.

“Earlier, as I looked at you, all I could imagine was fucking you so hard pictures came off the wall. But given the way the bed is situated, I think I can settle for making a lot of noise instead.”

She grunted, pushing back at him, and he smiled. Okay then.

On his knees between her thighs, he looked down, hypnotized by the sight of his cock disappearing and pulling nearly all the way free from her before pushing in again. He held her hips up a little to adjust the angle.

Sweat beaded down his spine as orgasm settled in to his balls. So close.

She made these needy, breathy sounds into the pillow and they only drove him harder. He needed deeper and so he dug in, and whatever he stroked over inside her worked for her too because she was suddenly hotter and wetter as her body squeezed his cock.

And then there was nothing but pleasure as climax sucked him under. He continued to fuck into her deep and fast as wave after wave hit him until he finally flopped to the side to keep from crushing her and rolled from bed.

“Now then.” He got back into bed and she sought his body immediately, resting her upper body on his as she looked at him.

“Being fucked is better than medication. I’m drowsy and feeling far better than I did before we got here.”

It was his job to make her life as easy as he could, so if sexing her up was what he needed to do, it wasn’t so big a chore, was it? He brushed the hair back from her face.

“Always available to play my part.”

“I love you, Asa.”

He cupped her cheek. “I love you too. So rest up, because you’re going to need your energy for round two.”

She started laughing and he joined her.

“Come on downstairs. We’ll crack open a bottle of wine and drink it out on the deck. I got some of those anti-mosquito candles you love,” he said.

“You did? You hate citronella.”

“You love it. Now come on. There’s something for you hanging on the back of the closet door.”

She got up quickly and headed to look. He smiled at the happy sound she made and got up to receive her hug as she pulled on the deep purple robe he’d bought.

“I love it. So soft.”

“I was walking by a shop and it was hanging just inside the door. I saw it and wanted it to be yours. Wanted to see it against your skin.”

“It has a lotus on it. You didn’t just find this at all. You went looking for it.”

Busted.

He tried to stay gruff, but she saw right through him, so he shrugged. She petted his beard, which they both loved though he pretended to tolerate when he really wanted to preen around when she was done.

“You like me.” She said this in a singsong voice, making him laugh.