to face him. “Don’t just let me have your body ever again. Give it to me.” When I didn’t respond because I didn’t know how to, he understood. “Be comfortable enough with me to moan when something feels good, and tell me when it doesn’t. This isn’t just for me. It’s more about you finding your voice in your sexuality…in your pleasure. I have mine. I want to hear yours.” Feeling embarrassed for having to be told that, I rubbed my lips together while our eyes locked. “Okay?”
I nodded. “I’ll try.”
His hands were on my face, pulling me down to his mouth. I kissed him this time without holding back. I didn’t care about being sloppy or too excited. I wanted to please Ashton. When his tongue flicked my nipples again, not only did I push into his mouth, my hips rocked over him. I bounced on my knees, rubbing on his hard dick.
He flipped me over, lifting me on a higher step and pushing my bottoms to the side. Ashton buried his face into the throb I’d been feeling since seeing him in just shorts tonight. Kelly Price singing, “I’m not ashamed…” over us echoed what I felt. In this space with Ashton, I was bolder, fearless. Nothing scared me.
“Lay back,” he whispered.
I did, laying on my elbows. The glow from the candles disappeared when he pulled my legs over his shoulders and I closed my eyes. I hoped no one came and found us. At the same time, the thrill of having this beautiful secret motivated my boldness. My hips rocked into his face too easily because of the water. It made my titties bounce in the cool air, and that felt good, too. I was coming into that zone again with him when every inch of my body felt good. I pumped into that warming feeling Ashton had been giving me since Thanksgiving night in his real bed.
His tongue moved hard and fast, and so did my orgasm. It waved through my body and burst faster before I was ready. My hips and shoulders twerked over the water, and before I was done, he turned me over so fast…smoothly, and I was on my knees. He moved my bikini bottoms over more and I felt the fatness of his head between my throbbing lips. My spine was still wobbly when he pushed into me.
The first cry I ever made slipped from my throat. It wasn’t planned or controlled. And neither were the ones behind it when Ashton began to bang into me. This was different. It was different because he was rough right away and because I felt so sensitive down there, like I was still coming even though I wasn’t. It was a massage deep in my pussy. Finally, I understood why sex was so good when both people wanted it.
I moaned, eyes tight, fists clenched, and spine arched. This was everything. His deep drives, the slaps into my ass and thighs, and his deepening grips on the fat of my hips. I melted into it, never wanting it to end. I didn’t give a damn who saw—but not really. I just wanted to stay in this headspace to study every sensation I felt and sound he made. It went on and on, making me reposition myself. Our bodies smacking drowned out the low music, but not Ashton’s grunts.
And when he pumped faster and faster, he felt bigger and I could feel each one bang against my clit until he cried, “KaTor…ia!” in a hard whisper.
Chapter Sixteen
-THEN-
When she pushed her dorm room door open, something fell to the floor. Tori bent down to pick it up. I pulled my hoodie back just enough to see it was a note from over her shoulder.
“What’s it say?”
Tori pushed the door open more. “Samantha said she won’t be in. She was supposed to help me with a chemistry question. She said she’ll meet up with me in the main cafeteria tomorrow.”
The message quickly computed in my mind and I pulled the hood completely from over my head, relieved as shit.
“Cool. I’m staying over.” I moved past her to a wall, ready to kick the boots off my feet. “You have an extra toothbrush?”
Tori turned to me, my letter jacket over her damp afro head. Her eyes were wild and I knew the reaction, but ain’t give a shit. I was staying with her. Tonight, I’d sleep like a damn baby around her warm, plump ass. It had dawned on