The Billionaire’s Ultimatum: His Absolute Need(46)
Author: Cerys du Lys

He only thrust into me three times, though.

"Asher," I screamed. "My God! I’m going to die if you don’t stop doing this!"

He stared at me, blinking, and laughed. "You’re going to die if I don’t give in and bring you to cli**x?" he asked.

When he said it like that, it sounded dumb, but yes, yes, I was. And I told him that. "Yes. I think so."

"Fine," he said. Leaning in close, he gave me a peck on the lips, then gazed into my eyes. "It’s time, right?" he asked.

For a baby, he meant. It wasn’t like we ever stopped hav**g s*x, but today and these few upcoming days fit my monthly schedule for becoming pregnant. Asher said he didn’t want to plan it out and have sex because of a requirement, but I didn’t expect him to tease me to the point of wanting him to make love to me multiple times over, either. I kind of liked the latter idea, though. If—was this the beginning? The thought churned in my mind, We made love this morning before we left, and then he’d teased me all the while on our tour of the petrified forest nearby. It was his suggestion to come back to the room for a light snack, too. We had a hike planned for later, but after that the rest of our day was free.

That must be it, I decided. He wanted to torment me into desiring him so badly that I gave in to him and allowed him to make love to me so much that we couldn’t help but plant a seed for the future. Not that he needed to do the tormenting, nor did my desire really ever wane, but Asher had a horribly twisted idea of fun in these regards.

He licked my nose, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Ew!" I said, laughing. I squirmed, entirely meaning to. "Yes," I added. "It’s time."

"One more question, then," he said. "Will you think about it? If you want, you can write in my office and when I have free time we can go to lunch together. Or do book reviews, if you’d like. I’ll help you find a paper for a column. I’ll do anything you need me to. I just want you to be happy. I don’t want you to do it as a job, I want you to do it because you love it. I want to help you find your passion, because you’ve helped me find mine. I feel so alive now, Jessika, so much more than I ever was. I…"

I stared lovingly into his eyes at his admission. Asher was never guarded with me, but sometimes I knew he didn’t know what to say or how to say it. I understood because I felt the same way at times. The two of us, together, was something that neither of us would ever fully be able to understand. We would try, though.

"Will you marry me?" he blurted out.

I laughed. "Asher, you already asked me that before we left for this trip. I said yes."

"I know." He grinned. "I wanted to ask again."

"I will," I said; he looked at me for a moment, confused. "I’d like to write, I mean. I think… I think that would be nice, you know? I did some writing in college and I enjoyed it, but it always seemed like a long shot, you know? Like, maybe doing book reviews would be better, and I know you can’t make much money from that, but…"

As I talked to him, opened myself more to him, he slipped his c*ck out of me and then back in. Slow and steady, smooth, nodding to me and urging me on. Not just three thrusts this time, but more. I knew he wouldn’t stop again.

"I…" I bit my lip, split between focusing on our bodies coming together and telling him my true feelings. "Reading seems safer, and book reviews are kind of like writing and reading together~oh!"

Asher picked up the pace. He reached beneath me and grabbed my butt, lifting me in the air slightly. When he thrust into me, he brushed inside of me at a new angle, distracting me even further.

"I love you," I said. "I love you, Asher. I’m just, I’m scared. What if I’m not good enough? I don’t know how to do it."

"I’ll be here," he said. "You can only do your best, but I’ll be here to help you if you need it. I’ll always be here for you, Jessika."

No more talk now. Everything we needed to say we said. It helped that Asher had teased me so much that I really couldn’t take too much more of his temptation. I wasn’t about to die like I’d said, but I was swiftly coming towards cli**x.

Asher thrust into me and I strained against my bindings. The silk rope around my ankles dug into my skin, soft and determined. My thighs and calves flexed and my knees found a spot by his waist to press in and pull him closer to me. Asher pressed tight against me, chest to chest, the chocolate mess mixing with our love and sweat and smelling amazing. He kissed me hard, not holding back any longer. I tried to pull my hands away from the rope around my wrists, to hold him tight, but they didn’t budge.

I squirmed—oh, I squirmed! For Asher, for me. He pounded into me, hard, close, rough. I convulsed around his cock, my orgasm a constant, heady pulse thrashing through my body. He was fast, faster now, but I could still feel every part of him in me, every flex and pull. He kissed me and devoured the chocolate from the curve of my neck.

"Inside me," I said. "Please. I need you so much."

I twisted and writhed. Asher went over the edge. He forced himself deep inside of me before he came, and I felt the warmth and thickness of his fertile seed rushing into me. We were one, together. We were going to be married, we were going to have children. I would be there for Asher, always, and he would be there for me. I loved him so very much, and the pleasure soaring through me, sending me high up and making me feel delirious and dizzy, was only a small part of that.

He stayed inside of me even after he finished. It felt like so much more this time, like he’d tapped into a previously reserved portion of his male potency and let it all out just for me, just for this. The bed was probably a mess underneath us, covered in chocolate and his cream and my arousal, but I doubted either of us cared.

"We should take a shower," I said, giggling and grinning at him.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked. He laughed, too.

"You can’t keep me tied up in the shower," I said, "and I’m thinking of what I want to do with you there."

"Are you?" he asked, coy, lifting one brow.

I nodded.

"Let’s untie you then," he said. "I want to see how creative you can be. It’s good practice for writing, isn’t it?"

"Mmh," I muttered. "Yes. Maybe."

I smiled at him, watching him with the utmost affection, while he untied the rope around my wrists. As he did it, he never once moved so as to remove his manhood from inside of me.

"I love you," I said, kissing his cheek as he worked at one of the knots.

"I love you, too," he said. He paused for a moment to kiss me. "I don’t know if we’re going to make it into the shower."

I could feel him coming back to life inside me. "That’s alright," I said.