PART OF HER WORLD

CHAPTER 7

Asher had driven by five times tonight. He was trying to get up the nerve to go to the door and ask her out for a drink. He had failed at doing so at lunch that afternoon but so desperately wanted her to go out with him. It was nearly ten at night and he was on his sixth drive by. He was going to call but there was no listing for Sophia Williams in the phone book. This was it, he said to himself now or never as he parked his truck in her driveway and got out. He stepped up to the door, his finger almost on the buzzer, but froze. What if she didn’t want to go out for a drink?

What if her offer to drop by was just politeness? She seemed to be ladylike after all. He was working himself into a bundle of nerves. In a flash, his finger hit the doorbell before he could talk himself out of it again. This was the third time this week he had made it all the way to her front door. However, it was the first time he actually managed to ring the doorbell without leaving first. Listening carefully, he heard nothing, then he rang it again and waited. Maybe she had left with her company, he thought.

“Come on in, it's not locked yet,” she yelled from somewhere within the house.

Opening the door and stepping inside, he saw her as she was halfway down the stairs. His mind went slightly blank.

“Um, Sophia?” is all he could say.

Her face had a blush to it that was increasing steadily as she made the last step. She was wearing a silk bathrobe and it went to mid-thigh, showing off her gorgeous long legs. There was a glass of red wine in one hand and her eyes were glazed looking but for some reason, he didn’t think it had to do with her drinking.

She paused and seemed to tense a little as if she wasn’t sure what to do. Asher instantly thought it had been a bad idea. He had taken the invitation all wrong. Now he was mortified. He was thankful she was blind as she wouldn’t see his embarrassment or the bulge beginning to grow in his jeans from just looking at her.

“Asher ... come on in. Would you like a glass of wine or coffee,” she said. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, as did her upper chest which he could see from the slightly opened front of her robe.

“Well, I didn’t mean to disturb you if you were in bed,” he told her, making that assumption based on the way she was dressed.

“Oh I ah, I was just going to go take a bath to unwind, but it’s ok, I’m glad you came by,” she told him, continuing to turn a deep red as she said it.

Taking his shoes off, he stood there a little tense now himself as she walked toward the kitchen.

“I have an excellent red wine I just opened,” she said from the other room.

“That would be great, thanks.”

“You can come into the kitchen if you like. Are you hungry I have some leftover lamb and salad from supper if you’d care for some?" she offered.

“No, I’m good. I ate earlier,” he said. He watched as Sophia opened a cupboard and reached for a wine glass before she grabbed the wine bottle.

“I can get that if you want,” he told her.

“No I got it ... the first time I tried this alone I had a puddle of red wine on my floor. Don’t worry though, I’m much better at it now," she told him while she skillfully poured the glass of wine only halfway.

“So I got to ask, how do you know when to stop pouring?" his curiosity peeked.

“I count, I had to use my finger at first though,” she told him and she appeared all bashful again.

Sophia passed him the glass of wine, her hand trembled a little and he wondered if he should have showed up unannounced. Taking the glass from her hand, he fought with himself not to reach out and kiss her. Asher might get a slap in the face but thought that it might be worth it.

“The reason I came over was I was going to ask if you wanted to go out for a few drinks?" he said as she moved back toward the living room.

“Oh, well I’m not really dressed to go out, I was really just planning on a quiet night home,” she told him.

Sitting on the sofa, her robe slipped a little further and showed more legs and more cleavage on the top. Asher was having a hard time walking now, his erection pressed tightly against the confines of his jeans. She straightened her robe and he let the breath he held out. God, I want her he thought to himself.

For a couple of hours, they talked and maybe it was because of the wine or the time of night, but Sophia opened up a little more. She told him all about the charities she was involved with and that she had been an accountant. Most of her family had lived in the area all her life and she was not living with anyone or seeing a guy at the moment. Asher told her he had moved here about fifteen years ago with his family after his Dad’s business out west went bust.

Then he sat there looking at her dumbfounded at the question she suddenly asked him.

“So I was wondering if you knew about the Gala the center is putting on and if you’d like to go with me,” she said, her cheeks starting to flush again.

“Ah I thought Doctor Davenport was your date?" he asked her. Asher was a bit surprised. She asked him to go with her.

“He was but I realized that it would look bad for the center if I were to go with him, as we’re not a couple or anything. Being my doctor, it would be something that might hurt the fundraiser. He agreed when I told him the other day when we switched my appointments around,” she explained as she shifted a little.

Asher’s heart stopped, she dumped the handsome, rich Doctor to ask him out. He of all the people she knew, she asked him.

“I’d love to go with you, but what type of event is it?”

“It’s a very formal affair, there will be a supper, speeches, and a groundbreaking ceremony, then the dance,” she told him, her eyes reflecting the excitement in her voice.

"Ah ok, it sounds sort a ... fun,” he stammered.

"Oh it's boring as all heck but the dance is wonderful," she said, "and it's for such a wonderful cause."

"So I need a suit then."

"Yes,” she giggled. They sat there quietly for several long moments as Asher tried to work the nerve up to ask her for a kiss.

“May I be kind of bold and ask to touch your face?" she asked out of nowhere.

“Um OK I guess,” he said putting his glass down. She scooted over toward him and the movement caused her breasts to bounce a little inside her robe, his eyes fell to look and he could see down between the soft cleavage of her breasts as she sat right beside him.

Her hand trembled slightly as her fingers trailed over his skin. Moving slowly, she explored every angle, crease, and scar on his face. Asher’s heart was pounding in his chest as his erection was now begging to be free from his ever-tightening jeans. Her hands were so soft and gentle on his flesh that he wanted her slender soft fingers touching him in more intimate ways. When her fingertips traced his lips, he could not take it anymore. Without thinking, he clutched her into his arms and kissed her. She moaned deeply as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting the hint of wine on hers.

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Sophia thought she had gone insane. Here she was sitting on her sofa in nothing but a robe with her hero talking the evening away. Now, as his tongue snaked into her mouth and wrestled with hers, she realized just how much she had wanted him to touch her. It was as if a wish was coming true, as if it was her very first kiss. The rush of exhilaration she had when she was a teen flooded her. Silently, she giggled to herself at how silly she was as Asher swept her away in his passionate kiss.

The soft brush of his fingers along the opening of her robe sent shock waves across her skin. The material slipped from her shoulders and slowly down off her arms. What the hell am I doing, she asked herself mentally as the coolness of the air caressed her now exposed flesh. His rough calloused hands ran back up her arms until they reached her neck. She stiffened a little and sensed him hesitate. Not wanting him to stop, she kissed him harder. Asher’s hands trailed back down over her, exploring all of her flesh until he reached her sensitive breasts, and then he found her already hard n*****s.

They both moaned as he fondled both her breasts, his tongue forged deeper into her mouth as he pulled lightly on the hard pointy tips. Sophia’s hands trembled as she undid his shirt and removed it from him, letting her hands take in every detail of his body. His arms were large with well-defined muscles; his skin was hot to the touch. As her hands explored the wide steel wall of a bare chest, she gasped, his fingers had traveled to glide between her thighs.

With a need like none, she had ever experienced before Sophia knew she wanted Asher. Her fantasy in her bedroom earlier was nothing compared to the real thing. His finger found her c**t and gently rolled it, then dipped down ever so slightly over the folds of her wet lips before coming back to roll her c**t again.

“Oh god you’re so wet,” he murmured as he pulled his lips from her. He quickened the pace of his fingers and the jolt of excitement rushed over her. She had herself worked up before he had rung her buzzer and now it wouldn’t take her long to have an orgasm as the pleasure began to wash over her. She knew she was close.

“Asher oh god, I’m so close,” she breathed out in a pant as her body tensed and trembled with the nearing climax.

She felt the air move and then his hot moist breath on her breast as he sucked a n****e into his mouth. Sophia gripped his hair, relishing how silky soft it was in her fingers as she arched her back moaning loudly while Asher's finger found its way deep into her. The flood began to wash over her as deep spasms rocked her body and the contractions of her inner walls pulled on the thick finger moving in and out of her.

Asher’s lips trailed down her as he leaned her back on the sofa and his mouth found her c**t, as his fingers twisted inside her, she lost it. Sophia's moans turned to screams of passion and her climax washed over her with a surge of tremors. Then Asher’s tongue drove into her to lap up the evidence of her orgasm and it sent her hurling rapidly toward another.

“Wait, stop please." she cried out. She wanted to touch him.

“I’m sorry ... I thought ... I shouldn’t,” Asher seemed to be stumbling over his words.

“I don’t want to stop, I want to touch you. I need to feel your naked body,” she said, so unabashed that she surprised herself, and she pushed herself up.

Finding her way to his pants, Sophia fumbled with the button and zipper, her fingers made clumsy from her impatience. She needed to touch him, feel his hardness and have him make love to her. Over three years without a man had left her a little more than out of practice. The heated flesh of his erection caused her to gasp. He was a lot larger than she had been fantasying about. Seeing as she had only ever had Jason as a lover, she thought Asher was huge. Taking her time, Sophia timidly began to examine his completely naked body, enjoying every line, curve and hardened surface of his flesh as her tongue and lips followed after her fingers that explored him.

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Asher held his breath as her lips traced down his belly and found him hard and ready. Her tongue snaked out and licked over the length of him and he twitched and jumped as her mouth teased him. When her tongue licked the little glossy bead of semen at the tip, he groaned and wrapped his fingers into her hair. Her lips slowly descended around and down on him. He let her take what she wanted even though the urge to thrust himself down her throat was nearly overwhelming.

With a few long hard sucks, Sophia seemed to be getting into it. She groaned deeply on his shaft and tried to take even more. Her mouth was like heaven, and he could not help himself as his grip tightened harder into her hair and he moved her head down as he pushed his hips up. She gagged but continued to move on him with even more of a fevered pace.

His balls tightened as the rush of his release loomed over him.

“Stop," he cried out. He pulled her off him so he wouldn’t climax in her mouth yet. Sophia whimpered, and the look in her eyes was one of passion and lust.

“Where is your bedroom,” he asked, breathing hard as he scooped her up into his arms. Asher needed her more than any woman he had ever been with, the overpowering desire to make love to her was all he could think of.

“Upstairs on the left,” she told him with a pant and he kissed her long and passionately before he hurried up the stairs with her in his arms.

Laying her down on the bed, he kissed his way from her ankle all the way to her lips moving slowly, deliberately teasing her c**t and n*****s on his way there. As he slid between her legs, he trembled uncontrollably. It had been five and a half years since he had done this and as he twitched at the entrance to her moist core, he tried to go slow. It didn’t work; once the engorged tip felt the sweltering wet heat, he drove himself in to the hilt. Sophia jerked hard under him, whimpering loudly as her body encased him in an insanely tight grip.

Every thrust of his hips made her whimper and cry out in pleasure. The sounds of her mews of desire had him beating himself into her without mercy. Kissing her neck as her body arched up into him, the twitches began around his erection. She was going to climax and Asher wanted to see her face, watch as he gave her that pleasure. Her face and chest began to blush; her plump lips parted, and she tilted her head back as she thrust her breasts up. Her eyes slowly shut as the trembling began to flow over her.

There was no way he was going to make it past her orgasm. Her nails bit into the flesh of his back as he drove himself with hard, deep thrusts and the pull on his balls intensified.

“God, I’m coming." he moaned and she squeezed on his shaft. Sophia cried out as she gripped him like a vise, and his semen blasted into her. His mind went numb. He gasped and trembled as he filled her, her body extracting every last drop out of him as her climax slowly petered out.

Asher lay there, beads of sweat trickling down his back as well as his forehead. Sophia was shaking slightly under him, her breath coming in short gasps. He kissed her lip's tasting both their sweat on them, and he rolled off her pulling her into his arms, not taking his mouth from hers. He wasn’t done yet and as he continued to kiss her lips softly, his spent erection began to come back to life.

“Where’s your bathroom?" he asked her.

“Down the hall, two doors on the right,” she murmured, sounding contented.

“I’ll be right back.”

Asher went to her washroom and ran a bath, adding some of the bubbles in a bottle beside it and when it was full, he returned to find Sophia lying there half asleep.

“Hey, you, Oh no you don’t," he told her as he scooped her back up into his arms.

“What are you doing?" she asked, bemused.

“Tubby time,” he snickered, nibbling her neck.

Helping her into the tub he slid in behind her, his hand grabbing a fluffy sponge and he squirted liquid soap on it and began to wash her back.

“You are so beautiful Sophia,” he whispered against her ear as he carefully washed the front of her body.

“Oh I love how sensitive your n*****s are,” he told her as the slippery soapy sponge rubbed over her hard pointy tips and she moaned. Asher trailed his lips up over the nape of her neck until he reached her earlobe. Lightly, he sucked on her ear pulling gently on her small hoop earring with his teeth. When his hand reach down between her thighs and slowly circled her c**t with his fingers, she began to moan louder.

“I want you, Sophia,” he said as his body heated with the growing need to be buried inside her again.

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The building of warmth in the center of her body radiated outward, up to her breast and down to her inner thighs. The man behind her slowly inserted his finger inside her and her body clamped down on it.

“Oh yes." she breathed out heavily.

“You like this too?" he asked as a second finger slid into her.

“Asher you’re going to make me cum." she cried out as his thumb found her c**t and made hard circular movements on it. The feeling had her mind falling quickly into the trance-like state of her climax. Every inch of her body was alive as sparks of rapture flared all over her.

Arching her back into Asher, she felt the heat from his body and was lost in the fall as she shook uncontrollably again.

“Yes Sophia c*m hard for me,” he breathed against her ear, and then he was kissing her neck.

“OH god Asher, please faster." she cried as the wave crested and her pleasure washed in all around her. She could sense everything around her suddenly. The warm water as it moved within the tub, splashing against her flesh. His strong arms were around her and the heat from his breath tickled her skin. Before she could finish her climax, Asher moved her and turned her around, her legs too weak to support herself. She slid down around him as he moved her legs to either side of him.

Her body sliding slowly down over his sent her skyrocketing suddenly. Having not finished her climax, this new sensation drove her straight back into it at an even more intense pace.

“Asher oh my god." she whimpered loudly, her world turned into liquid delight as he shoved his hips upward driving himself into her. His lips grasped a n****e between them and he sucked hard, dragging the erect nub into his mouth. The turmoil her body was being thrown into was mind-blowing as one orgasm quickly led into another.

Lying with her head on his shoulder, she rested as he slowly pushed his hips up and down, he was keeping the fires of desire burning inside her and his lips traced her shoulder as his hands cupped her butt cheeks.

“Sophia do you think you can stand?" he asked.

“Maybe, I don't know. My legs are still shaky,” she told him.

“Come on,” he said, and tried to help her up. As she held onto the handrails in her shower for support, his hands gripped hold of her waist. Asher stood behind her and nudged the head of his erection into her.

Holding her by her hips, he eased himself slowly inside her. The feeling was intense as her body was still alive with her recent climax.

“Lean ahead,” he whispered huskily and as she did, he slammed into her.

“f**k yeah,” he groaned and did it again. Her insides were ablaze, his entire length buried inside her was more than she ever had and her body jerked as she gripped the handle.

“Asher, please ... harder." she cried. She had never experienced anything as exquisite as this before.

Whatever he was rubbing up against inside her was tossing her body into a sensation unlike any other. Tendrils of heat played up and down her spine as he continued his deep hard thrusts. Her body began to shake and her n*****s went hard. Heat rapidly ran over her body and she was lost.

Sex had never been like this with her husband. If she had one orgasm during the act, she was lucky. Now her body was being wracked with more pleasure than she knew a person could undergo. Asher was panting, his lips kissed her between the shoulder blades and the torrent swept over her, soaking her lover as she came with such blinding force that he had to hold her up.

Without waiting for her to recover, he turned her around and picked her up into his arms. As he stepped out of the tub, he kissed her long and passionately. The embrace was so full of desire and need, shivers ran along her spine. He took her to the bed and laid her down. Asher’s hands traced over her body as did his lips before sliding himself back into her. Clasping her hands into his, their finger entwined and he began to move slowly taking his time, bringing her back up to the need to climax again.

As the prickles began to steal over her once more he moved faster, steady, and hard until she was cresting, her body gripping his as her interior walls pulled around him. With her climax threatening to come toppling in around her, she moaned and groaned as did he. The heated flood of his semen filling her sent her past the peak and she came with him. Collapsing onto her briefly she was enveloped in the heat, sweat, and shivering of his body. The rapid pounding of his heart reverberated into hers as they caught their breath.

With a slight movement, he rolled off her and pulled her into his arms, planting kisses all over her face. It was the most wonderful sensation, she had never had such glorious s*x before, never been made love to so passionately. With a sense of peace, she fell asleep in her hero’s arms.

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She was sighing softly in her sleep, her warm silky skin was like heaven curled up alongside him and he carefully stroked her red locks. Sophia was amazing, beautiful and he wanted her to be his. Making love to her had been incredible, and as she nuzzled her head more onto his chest, he smiled. Looking around her bedroom, he could see it was done up in an old fashion style. The wrought iron bed with its fancy scrolled tubing headboard and matching footboard, the bedding was handmade quilts, and a warm looking throw over the foot that now lay partially on the floor from their lovemaking.

There were old family photos and small trinkets and ornaments on the antique dresser along with small bottles of perfume. The walls were white and clean, but as he looked around he could just barely make out the patchwork. Dozens of places where holes had been covered, plastered, and painted over by the looks of them, most were the size of a fist and Asher’s jaw clenched as he looked down at Sophia. He got the impression there was a lot about her that she hadn’t told him.

He carefully moved her to retrieve the fallen throw and as he covered them up with it a sense of belonging swelled in him. He never wanted to lose this. Sophia was special and the more he was around her the more he was finding he could not help but long for more of her in his heart. The need to protect her was not because she was blind, nor was it because she was a beautiful woman, it was because he was falling in love with her. Those emotions scared him.