His Absolute Authority: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #3) (10 page)

Perhaps that was wishful thinking.  If I really needed to, I thought I could stand up right now and walk out the door, but... I didn't really know if I could.  My mind just sat there, blank, and my body refused to do anything more than the most minimal of movements.  I wanted Asher to come back so I could cuddle with him.

He did.  He was only gone for a short while.  When he returned to the bedroom, he had a strange look on his face.  He stripped again, somehow managing not to say anything despite his funny expression tormented between laughing and painful.  He waited until he was in bed with me again before bursting into tear-inducing laughter.

"Well," he said.  "I just saw Lucent and Elise."  The words came out a little more sporadic than that, fighting in between fits of amusement.

"Why are you laughing at that?" I asked.  I wasn't sure I understood him.  Maybe I misheard?

"I think you were right.  I think they've made up.  Lucent was completely naked."

"You didn't see Elise naked, did you?" I asked.  I didn't want Asher to see Elise naked!

"No, she had clothes on.  I couldn't tell you why."

"Asher, do you want to see Elise naked?"  I pursed my lips.  I didn't know how I felt about this.

"This isn't about Elise," he said.  "She wasn't naked, anyways.  Just Lucent.  They were in the bathroom together, and left right before I left the bedroom.  Lucent just nodded at me like this was the most ordinary thing, and they walked back into the living room.  Maybe you had to be there.  It was one of the funniest things I've seen, though.  I don't know why.  The entire situation, Lucent acting formal and courteous even without clothes."

He laughed again, but he tried to hide it.  He clamped his hands over his mouth, muffling the sound.

"How does Lucent look when he's naked?" I asked.  "Did he have an erection?"

"Jessika," Asher said, his voice playfully mocking me.  "Do you want to see Lucent naked?"

I laughed at him.  "Shut up.  I just want them to have babies together.  It's easier if he has an erection, don't you think?  That's kind of where it all starts."

"Is it?" he asked.  "Tell me more about this fascinating phenomenon."

I stuck my tongue out at him, then licked the tip of his nose.  "I don't like you anymore."

"I don't like you, either," he said.  He stuck his tongue out and licked my nose, too.

"Let's go to bed," I said.  "I'm tired.  Are you tired, Asher?"

"I'm exhausted," he said.  "Seriously, I'm more exhausted than I think I've ever been, but a part of me wants to—"

He didn't finish that, but I knew what he meant.  "A part of me wants to, too," I said.

"Should we?" he asked.

"Let's take a nap first," I said.

"I don't think naps work in the middle of the night.  That just sounds like we're going to sleep."

"Yes, but if you wake up in the middle of the night and start having sex with me, that'll be fine."

"Don't tempt me, Mrs. Landseer," he said with a grin.

"I'm tempting you, Mr. Landseer.  Consider yourself tempted."

He kissed me quick and I kissed him back.  We kept kissing like that, back and forth, little soft kisses.

"Can you turn off the light?" I asked, pointing to the bedside table.

"It's on your side," he said.

"I know, but..."

Asher rolled his eyes and stretched around me, reaching for the lamp switch.  The light was connected to a switch on the wall, too, but that was too much movement for either of us.  He turned the lamp off, pulling us into darkness.

"Good night," he said.  "I love you, Jessika."

"I love you, too," I mumbled, suddenly becoming extra tired without the light.  "I love you so much, Asher.  G'night."

***

I
slept so well that night.  I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten that good a night's rest.  I woke a few times during the night, half in a daze and unsure of what exactly was going on or where I was, but it was a quiet and comfortable confusion.  My old bed, with its gentle, familiar creaks and the softness of the perfectly used mattress, along with Asher beneath me, my arm draped over his chest, and my head tucked into the slight crook just above his shoulder... everything was just so perfect.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt relaxed and refreshed and ready to go.  I didn't want to get up, though.  I just continued laying like this, breathing softly, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of my husband beneath me; his gentle, shallow breathing and the steady beating of his heart.

Eventually Asher stirred, though.  I pretended to be sleeping still.  He shifted out from beneath me and I faked a yawn and rolled to the side, then onto my stomach.  The front of my body pressed nicely against the mattress and the sheets.  I squirmed a little, wiggling my hips side to side, and feeling an almost sexual, though not quite, tingle between my legs.  Just a little, sweet and pleasant and temporary, then gone.

Asher lowered his feet to the floor and lifted himself off the bed.  I felt the weight of the mattress shifting before he left, then settling back down as soon as he stood.  I kept my eyes shut, pretending to sleep.  He stepped towards my bedroom window, to the closed blinds.  A little rustling sound told me he was peeking through and looking outside.  I didn't know exactly what time it was, but I could see a faint shine of quiet morning light through my closed eyelids.

Asher returned to the bed.  He lifted the blankets up and I thought he might rejoin me and cuddle once again, but he didn't.  He kept peeling them back, peeling them farther, revealing my shoulders, then my back, then the curve of my butt.  He pulled the blankets back until only my lower calves and my ankles remained covered.  Shifting onto the bed with all of his weight, he crept towards me.  First I would feel him move, and then I heard the faint creaking of the bed with every inch of his progress.  It reminded me of some savannah cat charting his territory just after sunrise, scoping out his terrain and preparing for a day of hunting.

Asher slipped a hand onto the small of my back, his bare palm against my bare flesh, and he teased it upwards.  I shivered at his touch, but I continued pretending I was asleep.  Once his hand had traveled all the way up my spine, he set it on one of my shoulders.  His other hand made the journey up my body after that, finding its way to my opposite shoulder.  He squeezed my shoulders, massaging me.

Without thinking, I sighed.  Oh, it felt so nice.  But, no!  I was trying to pretend I was asleep.  I quieted and lay there, relaxed and unmoving.

Asher bent down and leaned in close to my neck.  I felt his breath on the back of my shoulder and the side of my neck, then closer, moving towards my ear.  "Jessika," he said, "I know you're awake."

I didn't say anything.  I wasn't going to admit to him that I was awake.

After a few seconds of me not saying anything, he chuckled.  His hands continued to massage my shoulders, but instead of kneeling at my side, he straddled me, sitting on the backs of my knees.  He pressed the front of his body against me, pushing me harder into the mattress.

This would have been fine, to be honest.  I could have kept pretending I was sleeping, but...

Asher was erect.  Very erect.  And his cock was prodding at the space between the curves of my butt.  He pressed the center of his body tight against mine, then grinded back and forth, sliding the shaft of his erection up and down the curves of my backside.

I didn't mean to, but I realized after a second that I was holding my breath.  I stopped and continued trying to breath normally, but Asher must have noticed.

"I'm positive you're awake," he said.  "If you continue to fake being asleep, I'm going to have to take drastic measures."

I cocked my head to the side and winked one eye open, looking at him.  "What kind of drastic measures?" I whispered.

He laughed.  "Well... I'm just going to get right to the point.  I woke up with an erection and I want to fuck you so bad," he said.  "We might need a little warm up for that, though."

He let go of my right shoulder and slid his hand down the side of my body, towards my hips, and then my rear.  Curious fingers dipped lower and teased at my feminine folds.  I lay there, closing my eyes again.  I was fairly positive we didn't need as much of a warm up as Asher might have thought.

He came to the same realization a few seconds after touching me.  One of his fingers slipped between my lower lips, pressing deep into my slit.  When he pulled it out, my arousal was slick on his finger and quite a bit more than evident.  I didn't see him do it, but I heard him when he brought his finger to his lips and licked at my wetness.

"Maybe not," he said.  "Are you still sleeping, then?"

I nodded my head up and down.  "Yes.  Sorry, Asher.  I'm asleep."

He smirked and kissed the back of my neck.  "Let's see if we can do something about that."

He moved his hand back down to the center of my body, but instead of touching me this time, he touched himself.  His knuckles and the backs of his fingers grazed against the back of my thigh, wrapping tight against his erection.  He aimed the head of his cock towards the center of my body, lining himself up perfectly with my sex.  Pushing forward, further and further, he continued like that until his cockhead parted past my labia, digging just slightly inside of me, and... then he stopped holding himself.

He let his hips take over then.  Not fast, and not quite a thrust, Asher shifted side to side, slight gyrations, slowly taking me, pushing into me.  I was holding my breath again, but this time I didn't care.  I was slick and wanting and he could have thrust hard into me in one go, but he didn't.  Slow circles, piece by piece, half an inch then an inch then another half inch of his cock disappearing inside of me.  It seemed like forever, but eventually he filled me completely.  His seed-heavy balls tapped against either side of the inside of my thighs.

I didn't want them to be heavy anymore.  I wanted them to be empty.  Inside of me.  All of them.  I needed it more than anything.

Asher didn't do anything of the sort, though.  He lay like that, keeping me filled, pushing into me and also pushing and pinning me to the bed.

After half a minute or so like that, I started to whine.  "Asher?  Really?  Are you just going to lay like that?"

"I thought you were asleep," he said.  "I don't want to take advantage of my beautiful wife while she's sleeping, do I?"

"I took advantage of you while you were sleeping the other day," I said.

"If I remember correctly, you've done it plenty of times before, too."

"Never like that," I pointed out. 

I did have other problems, though.  I really couldn't say why, but one of my favorite things was to see if I could give Asher a handjob or blowjob when he was sleeping and erect, preferably without him waking up.  He always woke up, though.  One time I whined to him about it, and now sometimes he pretended to sleep through the entire thing, but I was almost positive he was never actually sleeping.  It was still fun, though.  I liked the fantasy of it.  I wouldn't have done it with anyone else, but I liked doing it with Asher.

And then at the hospital the other day, I'd just slipped him inside of me while he slept, and... well, he woke up then, too.  I was close, though.  Maybe.  One of these days I would do it successfully.

I should probably create more important and useful goals for myself, but everyone needed to have fun every once in awhile.

"Fine," I grumbled, giving in.  "I'm awake."

"Oh, good.  Let's get up and make breakfast.  Do you think Lucent and Elise are awake yet?  Should we let them sleep, or...?  There's a lot for all of us to talk about, but I think we have a little time before we absolutely have to deal with everything."

With that, he slipped out of me.  He didn't fully leave, though.  He sat on the backs of my knees, keeping my lower body pinned to the bed.

I tried to twist around and confront him about this, but I couldn't do more than shift my upper body to the side.  I stared at him like that, turned around as best I could, eyes narrowed, lips pursed.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

He gave me a silly look, shifty eyes looking side to side.  "What do you mean?"

"You're going to have sex with me, aren't you?"

"Oh," he said.  "No, no.  Of course not.  I'd never do that.  I don't want to objectify you.  We can't just have sex like that.  It's inappropriate.  I want to cherish and love and honor you as my beautiful wife."

"No," I said.  "You're going to put your penis back inside of me and we're going to have sex."

"Penis?" he asked with a laugh.

"Please?" I whined.  "I thought we were trying to get pregnant.  Don't you remember?  In order to get pregnant, you need to be inside of me.  We need to have sex.  That's how it works, Asher."

"Is it?" he asked with a goofy grin.  "Can you explain the specifics a little more?  I'm not entirely sure about the process."

I tried to punch his arm, but I couldn't reach from where I was.  I lifted myself up off the bed a little and tried again, opting for a slap this time, but he dodged and ducked away from me.  When I did it again, he grabbed my wrist and kept me still.  Springing into action, Asher lifted his hips up so that my legs weren't completely trapped against the bed anymore, then he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back.

I gasped and shrieked and tried to slap him with my free hand, but he grabbed that one, too.  He transferred both my wrists into one of his hands, fingers wrapping tightly around the pair of them, and he used his newly freed hand to grab one of my thighs.  He lifted it up, spreading my legs slightly, then more, enough so that...

And then without waiting any further, he thrust hard into me.  He filled me in one go, forcing a gasp of breath out of my mouth.  My body clenched against the intrusion, squeezing the shaft of his cock with delighted glee.

"Yes," I said.  "Yes, like that."

"This is the process?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes.  Yes it is, Asher.  Please, I..."

Someone knocked on the bedroom door.  Why was someone at the bedroom door?  I clenched my teeth shut and made a silly, exaggerated angry face.  Asher laughed at me, then bent low quickly to give me a kiss.