lips to slide my finger inside her warmth. She’s wet, and her breathing is getting louder. I continue to stroke her and suck on her clit.
“Please,” she begs with pure desperation as her fingers play with my hair, gripping it tightly and spreading her legs wider for me. “Keep going.”
Her arousal coats my tongue. Everything about her is addicting. Her smell. Her sounds. How she tastes. I’m never going to get enough. My throbbing cock pushes against my jeans, but I need to make her orgasm before I let it out. I can barely take it as I pump my fingers harder and faster. Ashley’s body lifts from the bed slightly, and when I feel her pussy dripping onto my tongue, I know she’s found her release. Not wanting to waste any time, I quickly get up and unbutton my jeans, taking them off, along with my briefs, when I remember I didn’t bring a condom.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I didn’t plan for anything to happen tonight, so I didn’t come prepared.
“What?”
I chuckle and run my hand down my face, trying to remember if I saw a convenient store nearby. “So I wasn’t planning on this happening. I didn’t bring a condom.”
“It’s fine.” She jumps up and goes to her closet. I hear some noises and wonder what she’s doing. Ashley comes back to the bed and hands me the condom. “My best friend got me a club pack for my birthday as a joke. I was mortified, but now I’ll have to thank her tomorrow for being brilliant.”
“She might be my new best friend.” Even in the darkness of the room, I can see her smile.
Damn. That smile is going to be the end of me.
Without wanting to miss any more time, I get on the bed with her and gently slide my hard cock inside her, instantly feeling her tightness grip my length. Pausing for a moment so she can adjust to my size, I hear her soft moan and slide farther inside. Her nails grip my shoulders, and I lean down to kiss her, my tongue delving into her mouth, muting her screams. It pushes me to go faster, gripping her hips and quickening my pace.
Breaking our kiss, I touch my lips to her cheek and on her neck beneath her ear. Her breathing speeds, and I know she’s close. Her second release gives me mine as I groan her name and feel the waves of my orgasm flow through me.
I slowly move out of her and leave her on the bed to find her bathroom. When I come back into the room, I take a moment to stop in my tracks and admire this woman. Noticing she’s lying there, waiting for me, I climb back into bed with her, taking her blanket and covering us both.
“Tell me something no one knows,” she whispers against my chest.
“I didn’t think I’d feel this way. The way I do now. It’s not making sense to me, but I don’t care.”
Without pause, she responds, “Stay with me tonight.”
“I’m not leaving.”
Her body rests against mine. We’re quiet, and this is the first time in a while I’ve felt at peace.
Peace.
I like that idea.
“Tell me more about you. I want to know everything.”
Her laughter fills my ears, and it’s the most beautiful sound. If I could make a soundtrack of her laughter, I would play it over again.
“I’m not sure where to start. We’ve talked about so much tonight already.”
I play with her hair, resting my chin on top of her head, and feel her fingers entwining with mine.
“You’re right. I want to see you again.” The honesty coming out of me isn’t scaring me or making me want to run for the hills. “If that’s okay with you.”
“I’d like that.” She snuggles closer to me. “I’d like that a lot.”
The next morning, I leave a note on her nightstand and hurry out of the apartment and into my car. There’s a Starbucks close by and I want to put a smile on her face when she sees I was listening to yesterday when she was talking about her moods and coffee. She didn’t mention what she likes to eat for breakfast, but I saw the package of muffins on her counter.
There’s a drive-through so I don’t have to get out. The line is long, but it goes quickly. After placing my order and driving to the window, I pay with my credit card and hurry back to the apartment.
I pull out her