His Absolute Authority: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #3)
stomach bulging.
    He wanted to do all of that, too.  Just not right now.  Right now he wanted to watch her in the throes of ecstasy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head while she trembled and shook.  He wanted to feel her clenching orgasm grasping at his fingers.  He didn't get to do this often, because usually he was atop her and the vantage point was entirely different, but he loved watching her pussy when she came.  Her clit throbbed and pulsed, spasming and pumping, the sweet flesh surrounding it shifting in and out, revealing her beautiful pearl to him.
    He loved watching her orgasm.  Right now, that was exactly what he planned to do, too.
    It didn't take long.  He lowered himself towards her stomach, gazing intently at the passionate embrace between his fingers and her pussy.  He could feel her now, feel her closeness.
    "Cum for me," he growled at her, voice throaty and ragged.  "Jessika, cum for me."
    He kissed her pubic mound.  His tongue snaked out and slid alongside her clit.  This, combined with his fingers and her excitement built up from the vibrator and her previous orgasms sent her over the edge.  He licked and sucked at her clit for a moment longer, feeling it quiver beneath the tip of his tongue, then he pulled himself away to watch her.
    He stared, entranced, glorying in how magnificent and amazing she was.  Her hips squirmed, arms and legs thrashing on the bed, but Asher barely noticed any of it.  All he saw was her, her body, her climax, her beauty.
    Soon she stopped thrashing and quieted down.  He slowly pulled his fingers out of her entirely.  Without warning, giving in to some primal need, he crawled atop her, hovering over her.  The slick, wet fingers that used to be inside of her slid across her parted lips, dressing them with her own wetness.  He smeared the remainder of her arousal on his lips, too, then crashed down atop her, smothering her in a kiss.  They locked lips and kissed passionately, her scent and flavor mixing with the taste of both their tongues.
    Fuck, this was hot.  He didn't know how he'd managed to refrain from having sex with her for so long.  Soon, though.  Yes...  It wasn't as if they'd abstained for very long before this, anyways.
    It was her time, though.  Their time.  Her most fertile time of the month, and despite all of the frustrating, painful, and terrifying situations she'd dealt with over the past few days, right now none of it mattered.  It was just him and her, the both of them together, and he wanted to do his duty as her husband and care for her in all aspects.  They wanted to have a baby together, yes, but he wanted her to enjoy every moment of it, too.  He wanted her to feel special and cared for and loved.
    "Asher," Jessika said once their kiss and passion calmed for a moment.  "I think I need a break."
    He grinned at her.  "You think you do?  Are you sure?"
    "I have no idea," she said.  "I don't think I can think anymore."
    He laughed and rolled to her side before pulling her on top of him.  "I want to make love to you, Mrs. Landseer."
    "I want to make love to you, too, Mr. Landseer," she said.  "I just need to catch my breath!"
    "Are you saying I took your breath away?"
    "Yes," she said with a nod.  "You or your fingers.  One or the other.  Maybe both."
    "Not my tongue?" he asked.
    "Ooh, your tongue.  Yes, I almost forgot."
    "You forgot? "  He smirked.  "You really do need a break, don't you?"
    "Just a quick one.  Just let me lay here for a little while." 
    She pressed her cheek to his chest, breathing in and out, soft.  That only lasted for a few seconds, though.
    "No, I can't.  Asher, I want you inside me so badly.  But I do, I need a second.  I... I'm going to get up.  I'm going to go to the bathroom."
    He chuckled.  "Alright.  Do you need help?"
    "In the bathroom?" she asked, giving him a funny look.
    He chuckled more.  "I meant, do you need help getting up?"
    "Oh, no.  I don't think so.  Let me

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