Anita Blake

She doesn't even want to tell either of them no. Her hand cups Asher, strokes him as she straddles his hips. Anita doesn't look away from those pale blue eyes, eyes that remind her of a winter's sky, as she sits back. With a moan, she slowly works her body down Asher's cock, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly until she sits flush against his thighs.

"God," she breathes, shuddering as pleasure fills her. "Asher."